The top ten young prodigies of the foreign realm—the Golden-Scaled Lion King with Emerald Eyes, the Martial Heavenly King, the Verdant Vine King, and the Twin Feather-Serpent Kings—had all fallen, slain one after another.
This region was thrown into utter chaos!
**”Boom!”**
The heavens shattered, and the earth quaked as Shi Hao unleashed a massacre. His fists blazed with power, his entire form resembling a humanoid True Dragon, rampaging through the battlefield. Wherever he passed, corpses fell in droves.
Soon, the sands were dyed crimson with blood. Shi Hao carved a path of carnage, leaving no chance for these creatures to survive. Not long ago, they had mocked him, believing this human to be an ignorant fool who dared challenge the Martial Heavenly King. Yet now, this was the result.
Shi Hao had not only slain Wu Feng but also executed several other kings!
And now, none of them could escape—each was slaughtered, their courage shattered. Even as warriors who thrived in battle, facing an invincible enemy who spelled certain death, fear took hold.
Behind him, the warriors from the Imperial Pass watched, their blood boiling with fervor. They roared in unison and charged forward.
**”Kill them all! Leave none alive!”** someone bellowed.
Even the burly man riddled with weapons and the elder who had coughed up fragments of his organs mustered their remaining strength and rushed ahead.
**”Fall back! Do not linger here—soon, the foreign realm’s great figures will come seeking vengeance!”** Shi Hao commanded sharply, refusing to let them stay.
At the same time, he unleashed his ultimate techniques. His body radiated brilliance as he fused multiple treasure spells into a storm of slaughter.
**Thud! Thud! Thud!**
Amidst streaks of blood, bodies collapsed—some pierced through the brow, others split clean in half—all perishing in an instant.
Where Shi Hao tread, blood sprayed, heads rolled, and limbs scattered. It was a scene of brutality, a merciless battlefield where only the victors survived.
In this battle alone, Shi Hao had slain hundreds—all formidable warriors, not a single weakling among them.
Those watching from behind were stunned. In such a short time, this young man had achieved such terrifying feats—truly a demon king who had clawed his way out of hell, bearing the aura of invincibility!
**”Move!”** The cultivators from the Imperial Pass acted decisively, knowing Shi Hao spoke the truth. With several kings dead, the heavens themselves had been shaken, and the higher powers would surely be enraged.
As they retreated, Shi Hao continued his rampage, cutting down enemies like wheat, leaving fields of corpses in his wake.
Even the fearless warriors of the foreign realm were gripped by terror. They turned and fled, abandoning the blood-soaked battlefield—a scene straight from the abattoirs of the netherworld.
Even Shi Hao himself could hardly bear to look. He had lost count of the lives he had taken, the ground littered with dismembered limbs—a vision of hell itself.
Then, he vanished without hesitation, knowing this place would soon become the eye of a storm, drawing the wrath of the heavens.
Along the way, he burrowed beneath the desert, altering his appearance repeatedly, even donning the armor of the dead, before slipping back into the territory guarded by the Imperial Pass’s elite.
Blending into the crowd, he settled into silence.
The slaying of five kings was done. He departed without a trace, leaving no evidence behind.
**”Aaaah—!”**
A deafening roar erupted from the site where the foreign realm’s kings lay dead. A creature at the Dunyi Realm descended in fury, his wrath shaking the earth.
Others of varying realms had already gathered, standing in shock.
**”What has happened? In a single day, five of our greatest prodigies have fallen—four slain by one man. Is the sky about to fall?”**
Someone trembled as they spoke. These were the foreign realm’s most outstanding geniuses, the strongest of their royal bloodlines, yet they had been slaughtered by a single individual. Panic spread.
**”I suspect even the Golden-Scaled Lion King with Emerald Eyes was killed by him. The attacker was also a young human—utterly terrifying!”** another whispered, a chill creeping down their spine.
This was a devastating blow to the foreign realm, a race that prided itself on battle, claiming invincibility. Yet today, they had suffered an unprecedented defeat.
To them, this was an ill omen.
**”Could it be that this generation of the Imperial Pass has birthed too many extraordinary beings? Will they counterattack us? Could this lead to blood and chaos?”**
Doubt crept into their hearts, especially when they gazed upon the vast abyss looming above, shielding that realm. It deepened their unease.
For years, they had failed to conquer the Imperial Pass, and now, with this setback, ominous signs emerged, unsettling many.
**”Could it be… that those beings have intervened again? Otherwise, how could the Imperial Pass produce such a monstrous talent? Only ‘Huang’ was somewhat noteworthy before. I suspect the killer is a descendant of those beings—perhaps that place has reopened, and they have returned!”**
A powerful, ancient royal clansman arrived, his words sending tremors through the crowd.
**”Is such a place real? Has it opened again? Have they come?”** another ancient royal questioned.
**”Ah! My Feng’er! How could you die?!”**
A silver-haired middle-aged man stormed in, eyes bloodshot, howling in madness.
This was the Martial Heavenly King’s granduncle, a Dunyi Realm powerhouse, a renowned genius of his clan.
A commander in this battlefield, he had slain countless warriors from the Imperial Pass, even executing three of their great knights.
Filled with murderous intent, he ordered everyone to scour the land for the killer, demanding descriptions of his appearance.
**”Boom!”**
Golden light surged like a blazing sun descending from the heavens. A golden-feathered serpent, not in human form but in its true body—a colossal golden python with the wings of a roc—landed with overwhelming might.
**”My children… You fell here? I had hoped to see you reach the pinnacle… Cut down in your prime… I will avenge you!”**
This was the ancestral elder of the Twin Feather-Serpent Kings, an ancient serpent of monstrous power, also at the Dunyi Realm—a notorious fiend just below the Supreme level, infamous in these deserts for slaughtering countless Imperial Pass cultivators.
The foreign realm was in uproar. The loss of five young prodigies was a catastrophic blow, far worse than the incident at the Great Scarlet Sky’s border over a year prior.
Back then, ‘Huang’ had slain ten royal clansmen, but only one or two had neared the top ten in strength.
Now, five of their top ten young geniuses had been wiped out in a single day—an earth-shattering event that even shook the older generation.
For the foreign realm’s younger generation, this day was nothing short of a black mark in history.
Their invincible idols, five supreme talents, had all been slain by one man. It was a nightmare.
The region erupted in turmoil as countless foreign realm experts gathered. The clans of the five kings arrived, their killing intent soaring to the heavens, sword beams splitting the skies.
The battlefield boiled with fury.
In the distance, the Imperial Pass’s forces stood ready, their great knights at the forefront, bracing for a frenzied counterattack.
Even the aura of Supreme beings loomed, as figures prepared to descend from beyond the heavens!
**”Your foreign realm is pathetic! A few young ones die—all slain by a single man—and you lose your minds. Can’t handle defeat?”** someone from the Imperial Pass taunted.
**”What ‘battle race’? More like a joke! Send out another young supreme or two—we’ll cut them down just the same. Your generation is finished!”** another jeered.
The foreign realm’s experts seethed, their eyes dark with murderous intent and icy rage.
Though they burned to execute the killer, they couldn’t deny the sting of truth in those words. They were a battle race, proud to their core, always seeking to dominate the battlefield.
**”Elders, we beseech you—go to the ancient lands and summon an Imperial clansman! Just one young warrior from the wilds can crush them all!”**
The foreign realm’s youth knelt, pleading.
Their pride as warriors would not allow them to accept defeat at the hands of their peers.
Before, they had resisted calling upon the Imperial Clan, knowing that once such a being emerged, all other youths would be forced to bow.
But now, they could bear it no longer. They desperately needed an Imperial clansman to step forth, to trample the Imperial Pass’s strongest underfoot and slaughter them!
**”Let the Imperial Clan emerge! This is a war of the younger generation! We demand a peer who can crush that provocateur from the Imperial Pass in open battle!”**
The foreign realm’s youth erupted in fervor, kneeling in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
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