“Boom!” The ground quaked, and the two beneath Shi Hao’s feet struggled fiercely. Cracks spread across the earth like lightning as stones shattered and soil exploded upward, as though two ancient leviathans were raging in fury, attempting to rise and displaying terrifying divine power. With two loud *Bangs*, Little Stone stamped his feet twice upon their backs. Blood spurted from the corners of their mouths, and they collapsed, weakened and unable to move. A deathly silence blanketed the area—there was no need for introductions; merely from the commanding presence they displayed upon arrival, all knew these were important figures, likely revered Elders from a great clan.
Yet here they were, toppled and crushed beneath a child’s footsteps—a sight so shocking that jaws dropped to the ground. Who would have guessed that this innocent-looking boy could be this powerful? “Incredible indeed! He who breaks records naturally possesses extraordinary talents—even if he is just a child, we cannot judge him by ordinary standards,” a group exclaimed in astonishment. Especially Hammer Uncle, Bird Grandpa, and Fine Jade Old Master, whose eyes nearly popped from their sockets. They had only just been bantering with this rascal not long ago—how could he possibly be this strong? What terrible insight they’d missed!
These elders always thought this brat’s actions were unreliable, often doing things that made them sigh helplessly. Not long ago, they’d even worried about someone stealing his glyph bones or endangering his life. Now it turned out none of that concern was warranted. How remarkable was this kid? No wonder his eyes sparkled when he heard people wanted his possessions—as though saluting a peer? Nonsense! It was obvious desire and eagerness burning brightly—he truly was shameless!
“Little friend, please let go of them.” On the opposite side, expressions darkened. How illustrious was their mighty clan? Two Elders, felled by a mere brat, trampled underfoot—if word spread, what dignity would remain? Their only comfort lay in the Virtual Divine Realm—they concealed their identities and true faces, otherwise their names would become ridicule among rival clans.
“Not releasing,” Little Shi Hao stated plainly, just two words.
Cold glares shot forth from those on the other side, piercing through him like blades. How dare a child challenge the prestige of their grand clan? He should be crushed immediately.
“Child, step back—allow me to make amends. I shall have them apologize,” spoke an adult man, attempting to placate the situation.
“You sought my treasured bone artifact and aimed to kill me—yet now you wish to smooth it over with just a sentence?” Little Stone countered calmly.
The two beneath his foot were inferior in authority compared to the three leaders opposite—but even so, both held lofty ranks and formidable powers. Others might’ve faltered under a mere glance from them, yet now they lay at the mercy of a reckless youth, humiliated.
“What do you want then?” the middle-aged leader demanded. His eyes shimmered, runes pulsing outward as sun and moon flickered within. A dreadful pressure swept through, chilling one’s very soul.
“I demand compensation—hand over your family’s supreme art techniques in exchange,” Little Stone declared boldly.
Gasps filled the air—an entire tribe’s foundation rested upon their rare supreme techniques. Indeed, treasures of such nature were exceedingly rare: even a clan boasting millions or hundreds of millions of followers would likely possess just a single mighty art form supplemented with minor arcane arts. That a brat dared request the ancestral treasure of a prestigious lineage caused their faces to twist dark with rage; agreeing was utterly unthinkable, glaring daggers forming within cold stares.
“Aww, looks like you guys aren’t too impressive either. I really thought I caught big fish…” Little Stone sighed dejectedly, squatting beside them with a mournful look that left onlookers flabbergasted, uncertain whether they should laugh or cry. The leaders crushed beneath his boot, however, seethed furiously at such an infuriating expression.
Then suddenly—nimble hands rummaged skillfully along both bodies in an unceremonious raid. Shock gripped everyone—the way he looted appeared disturbingly practiced. Who was the victim here? Which party was robbed exactly?
“You…!” Rage contorted both nobles’ expressions. Never in lifetimes had disrespect reached such extremes.
“Pfft!” One spat blood, overwhelmed by wrath until unconsciousness took him.
“Wow! You’re actually this poor? Leaving home without bringing treasures? Even Mr. Fine Jade carries more!” muttered the boy disapprovingly.
Far off stood stunned crowds; any artifact conjured into this realm bore incredible significance—no sane being lugged extras around carelessly! Lose an item here meant losing its soul essence entirely, reducing a once-mighty object in reality to common refuse through neglect and decay.
Not far away, Fine Jade clenched his jaw, his face darkening—he resented being likened to gemstones! Did that brat truly equate him solely with glistening crystal blocks?
“Child, don’t overdo it!” roared the head leader, radiant energy swirling atop his brow shaping sacred blossoms, stormy skies cracking with perilous thunder, shaking the world itself. His fellow pair radiated icy rune-light as if embodying ancient primordial titans. Behind them surged anxious youths eager for vengeance, desperate to tear this irritating brat limb from limb.
“Fear? Of you? Hand over an arcane legacy, or take no prisoners back,” retorted Little Stone defiantly.
“Capture him!”
Blue fire-electricity burst forth violently from the leader’s mouth—a roaring mass aimed directly at Little Stone, seeking to neutralize the red-feather fan’s brilliance. To collective shock though, the little monster promptly shrunk eighteen divine feathers down to hand-size, tucked them away, seized both captives—and wielded them like clubs!
“Look out!”
Cautious hesitations reigned as the young demon spun adversaries wildly overhead like whirlwind blades—whistling blows danced unpredictably east-west and north-south while shouts of outrage followed suit:
“Grahh!!”
Another noble erupted blood-red before collapsing. Ignorance brought calm—for now.
“Hang on—it’s fine! If injured, they’ll heal for months later in reality anyway,” reasoned grim-faced leaders unleashing fearsome auras.
“Slay him!”
Beacons of radiant magic clashed amid cascading runes transforming battlefield skies iridescent. Explosions erupted.
A bolt struck clean through Little Stone’s hostage-left arm—tearing muscle, drenching wounds awakened shrieks. But amidst chaos…
“Uncle Elder forgive us—we didn’t mean to harm!” voices shook timidly.
But he charged forward ruthlessly wielding dual giants, sweeping opponents like chaff—flying limbs drenched terrain scarlet. Rapid piles formed—a graveyard of vanquished foes. Remaining forms reduced to torso halves moaned pitifully as discarded meat heaps. Blood flowed riverlike despite vitality retained—terrifying enough to turn stomachs.
Thank heavens—the Virtual Divine Realm preserved recovery hope; prolonged healing could mend flesh again. Otherwise, slaughter consequences were catastrophic beyond measure—one elite warrior lost represented unimaginable familial tragedy.
“Cursed starting ground where we’re limited to the Shifting-Blood Tier,” cursed a battered dignitary in disgust but awe-struck within: a mere peer stood against many, unmatched strength destined disbelief. Yet undeniable truth surrounded them all firsthand—collective gaping disbelief ensued, realizing their grave misjudgement of this sweet-acting devilish prodigy.
Before long only trio elites survived—torn, bleeding wretches shuddering from humiliation rather than battle. Lords feared to howl; winds trembled. Yet here lay their defeat before an impudent youth within these sacred grounds—that scandal alone risked generations of mockery.
Observers awed; proof conclusive—every challenger confined to equal footing simply fell short. One blazing star arose anew—an unparalleled genius heralded fate!
“Little friend, your audacity crosses lines—we suffer countless fallen! Shall this violence continue?”
Shall the family mobilize forces together?
“One hundred odd lie defeated already—just the three of you remain now… join your men.”
Little Stone grinned broadly revealing sharp white pearls—in others’ minds nothing less than a small horned menace.
*Rumble!*
Despite swirling glyphs or ominous energies, locked to Shifting-Blood might still failed stopping Little Stone’s surge of dominance—their equal status enabled free roaming triumph.
*Crash!* Light blazed forth—impact pierced fully through a man’s spine exiting bright crimson pools onto corpse piles below. Rushing ahead kicked-away spells shattered underfoot—legs snapped, thudded down wounded.
Last fugitive tried escape—feet pounded skyward toward distance, only to erupt flames devouring half-a-leg turning remaining stump to ash. Collapse inevitable.
Within fleeting eyeblink—entire force annihilated—captives bound helpless.
“Woops, wait. One more missing.” Guiding crimson wings, crackling energy knocked another cowering boy down, blood spilling lips, hauled up next.
“Thanks for the gift. Young Lord Chi Yun’s younger brother, right? Guess yours beats theirs.”
That last blow sent him reeling unconscious, choking gasping cries.
Stupor gripped all—massacred remnants forming literal mountains of carnage. Hundreds stacked into grotesque monuments.
Striding forwards gleaming-eyed, Little Stone declared: “Piles of spoils beat paltry individuals—I require messengers. Go deliver offers of artifact-for-captive redemption to your clan!”
“That you there—you carry word. Inform them—I’m obsessed with precious goods *and* skills! Open negotiations eagerly welcome!”
One messenger selected, audience dumbstruck further. Spittle choked throats dry—”This greedy monster!!”
Settling upon huge boulder, chin resting contemplative, peering watchful—eyes shining predatorily, treating captured like buried treasure: a tiny dragon hoarding gold hungrily.
Distance watchers exhaled sweat profusely—uncertain emotions stifled speech. Few believed earlier naïve image possible.
Moments ago, most assumed innocent ignorance—but now—all scoffed collectively: “Fraudster! Criminal!”
Tossing & admiring red feather repeatedly examined its craftsmanship lovingly—he recognized rarity—a possible relic from an ancient mythical beast feather-lineage itself.
“Do losing your relics leave treasures half crippled?”
Sullen victims grumbled instead refusing comment.
*Boom!* Suddenly launched, unfurling crimson plume waved—a sweep ignited lightning, fiery torrents consuming eastern combatants wholly.
“This must rank supreme… imagine controlling such power physically someday!”
Eyes glazed dreamily—“star-bright” visions glittered.
“Why strike?? We’ve done naught to offend!” Eastern contingent cried aloud beneath onslaught—lightning scorching infernal waves scorched heavily, though spared fatal damage. Those trying flight found relentless swings sealed fate regardless, symbols blazing divinely akin creation myths echoing endlessly ’til final subdued collapse created second living hillock.
Unstoppable reign commenced again—
Flame-lashed southern direction—blazing trails thick smokes and steaming gore mingled thunderbolts screaming ominously.
“What reason fuels this senseless aggression?”
“ROBBERY!” came answer clear.
“Insufferable arrogance! Understand whom you provoke?! Even ten lives forfeited insufficient penance!”
“But YOU tracked ME too! Coveted bones coveted life—now MY turn!” answered stone-cold determination swinging feather freely, arcane symbols dancing divine symphony. Resistance futile; unmatched supremacy cemented.
Eventually four defeated factions littered battlefield forming macabre peaks watched awestruck by observers.
“Heavens! Unbelievable news!! A CHILD conquers FOUR major clans!”
Cried astonished voices finally breaking stunned trance.
Eyes sparkling like diamonds:
“Have families bring forth treasures/artifices redeem captives—easy negotiator! Deliver splendid gifts worthy my favor, and all grievances forgotten!”
Fear rippled throughout captors—what monstrous appetite! Intent sat firmly staked—locking horns squarely with four powerful families!
“Hammer Uncie—Bird Grandpa—Fine Jade Elder—did ya find that peak yet? Isn’t the goal just stepping forth ascending hilltop summit? Let’s me break record now!”
At call sent elder goose bumps shivering—they hadn’t expected junior demolition expert smashing FOUR elite tribes first—then stirring up more trouble?
Suddenly emerged glowing monument etching bright golden letters above:
“Did HE EVEN CONSIDER fairness anymore?? Ultimate plunder record achieved!!”
Collective stupefaction reigned—over five-hundred plus victims pillaged within seconds!
“How dishonorable yet official achievement…”
Stone carved swiftly final inscription:
“Heaven-born Heroism—Open and Aboveboard!”
Virtual Divine Realms wide all viewed fresh headline igniting pandemonium everywhere—celestial abodes summoned curiosity drawing crowds to Origins Grounds desiring direct spectacle witnessing.
What sort of child continuously spawns questionable records?
“Who dares defy norms? Plundering legally?!”
Confused masses invoked curses mixed prayers begging for explanation decipher madness engulfing land.
“Single handed theft overtaking half thousand warriors while holding entire FOUR aristocratic factions ransom?? Truly provoking universal outcry!!”
“What unholy origins birthed this demon-child bent rebelling reality itself ??”
Heaven and Earth alike trembled echoing uproars spanning multitudes layers resonating through realms—unseen ripples challenging every hierarchy known previously untouched before emergence youthful mischief embodied incarnate—shocking legend birthing myth anew.
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