“It’s really him!” a creature whispered, its chilling gaze fixed on Shi Hao.
“Never expected him to come to the borderlands and dare show his face here. Who knows how many want him dead?” sneered another young creature from the foreign realm.
The battle at the border of the Great Scarlet Heaven had left the younger generation of the foreign realm utterly humiliated—defeated by a single man who slew ten of their kings. The news sent shockwaves across their world. How could one be so overwhelmingly dominant, slaughtering ten of their finest young warriors?
Throughout the year, many of the foreign realm’s younger generation had been sharpening their claws, seething with fury, eager to face this man in battle.
Even some of the older generation had heard of the outcome at the Great Scarlet Heaven’s border, though opinions varied on the crushing defeat of their descendants.
In certain circles of the foreign realm, Shi Hao had already gained notoriety. Many among the younger generation saw him as their sworn enemy.
Now, his true form had appeared here, sparking an uproar!
“Perfect timing—kill him and rid us of this scourge once and for all!”
“Today is the day we wash away the shame of the Great Scarlet Heaven! Sever his head!”
Across the battlefield, many creatures roared, fists clenched, itching for battle.
The foreign realm was known for its warlike nature, its people regarded as a race of warriors—fearless and valiant. Even the younger generation, upon seeing Shi Hao, felt no fear, only the urge to fight.
Of course, those who dared step forward were mostly from the royal clans.
Ordinary cultivators knew better—to challenge him was certain death. Only the royal clans stood a chance.
*Whoosh!*
Space twisted as a figure swiftly appeared before them.
A massive silver spider, gleaming like polished metal, stretched about ten feet long. Though not enormous, its presence was terrifying—a spider taller than a man, crouching ahead, sending chills down the spine.
“Silver Spider King—we have them on our side too,” Shi Hao muttered, eyeing it. Was this a race that had defected, or one conquered after their land fell?
He knew the foreign realm held vast territories inhabited by beings similar to those of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—like Mo Dao, who was nearly indistinguishable from humans.
“Are you Huang, the human youth rumored to have slain ten of our kings?” the Silver Spider King demanded, its eight legs planted firmly, silver light flickering like cold metal.
“I am,” Shi Hao confirmed.
“Then there’s no mistake—prepare to die!” The Silver Spider King lunged without hesitation.
The area, once quiet, erupted into chaos.
As the spider charged, gales howled, sand and stones flew, and the desert itself seemed to boil.
*Boom!*
A tidal wave of sand surged skyward, towering hundreds of thousands of feet, drowning the heavens. Dust blotted out the sun, shrouding the world in a murky yellow haze.
Most terrifying were the silver vortexes of divine power, tearing through the sky, seeking to swallow Shi Hao whole.
The Silver Spider King struck with its ultimate technique from the outset, fully aware of Shi Hao’s might. It aimed to seize the initiative, suppress him, and find an opening to kill.
Shi Hao responded with a barrage of golden feathers—wings of the Kun Peng, transforming into divine arrows that pierced the silver vortexes. Like sparks igniting oil, they erupted in an instant.
*Boom!*
Gold and silver light exploded, burning through the collapsing void.
The desert churned like a raging sea under divine power, waves of sand crashing into the heavens, scattering clouds and shaking the firmament.
“Heavenly Net!” the Silver Spider King bellowed.
It spared no effort, unleashing its strongest divine ability. Ripples spread around it, forming a terrifying domain.
Simultaneously, it spat strands of divine silk, weaving into the ripples to form a colossal spiderweb—an octagonal net descending upon Shi Hao, extinguishing life and trapping souls.
Horrifying.
“Damn it!” Even distant spectators couldn’t resist—their souls were forcibly dragged out, sucked into the net.
Refining souls!
“Ah!”
Someone screamed, dying instantly as their soul was devoured by the web.
The spider’s power was terrifying.
*Boom!*
The silver net fell, omnipresent, leaving Shi Hao no escape as it enveloped him.
“You boast unrivaled flesh—now I’ll refine your soul!” the Silver Spider King snarled triumphantly. Once caught in its web, no enemy had ever escaped.
Yet Shi Hao stood unmoved, the domain around him intensifying beyond measure. Dark clouds gathered overhead, lightning crackling.
*Boom!*
Lightning cascaded like a waterfall, infused with threads of chaos—utterly terrifying.
Rain poured, thunder roared, painting a scene of apocalyptic horror.
Shi Hao unleashed the Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Technique, a devastating strike to purge heaven and earth!
In an instant, the web—capable of refining even Void Dao experts—disintegrated into ashes.
“Ah—!” The Silver Spider King shrieked as lightning thicker than mountains struck it, charring its body before it exploded.
A king had fallen—swiftly, leaving the foreign realm momentarily silent.
“Like the Golden Nightfork, worth two hundred heads,” Shi Hao mused.
Hearing this, the foreign creatures glared furiously.
“Well done! Kill them all!” Cheers erupted from the Nine Heavens’ side.
*Boom!*
Suddenly, a golden finger descended from the heavens, crushing the sky, dragging falling stars with it as it bore down on Shi Hao.
The sight was terrifying—this finger could shatter a moon. Massive as a celestial pillar, its descent deafened all.
Everyone paled. This supreme being, seated high above, was unstoppable—now striking to erase Shi Hao.
The finger dwarfed mountains.
“You dare!”
The great knight astride the Devouring Beast roared, leaping from his mount. His crimson-gold mace swung skyward, resonating with the Great Dao, countless runes blazing.
*Boom!*
The heavens flashed blindingly as the golden finger transformed into a massive hand, radiant beyond sight.
*Clang!*
The mace struck the golden hand, tearing the sky. To the shock of many, stars in the outer realms shattered and fell.
“Your foreign realm prides itself on valor, yet today you resort to this?” the knight coldly challenged.
The foreign realm’s warlike nature was renowned, yet today their elders sought to crush Shi Hao directly—clearly seeing him as a future threat.
“We are cultivators, not mortals bound by battlefield etiquette,” a voice rang from above.
A golden halo appeared, encircling a supreme being at the peak of the Dunyi realm, gazing down imperiously.
*Whoosh!*
The Nine Heavens’ response was swift—four arrows streaked across the sky, piercing deep into the foreign ranks.
“No!”
“Ah—!”
Four powerful creatures—all from royal clans—exploded instantly, unable to evade.
One of the Ten Great Archers of Imperial Pass stood coldly. “If this is your valor, then I’ll hunt demons freely—be they minnows or leviathans!”
The foreign creatures paled. The archers of Imperial Pass were their worst nightmare—unstoppable on the battlefield.
*Boom!*
Yet the foreign elites remained defiant. Three more figures surged forth, accompanied by a black arrow aimed at Shi Hao.
*Clang!*
The Nine Heavens’ archer intercepted it, his arrow bursting with wind, thunder, and chains of order, shattering the black projectile.
“Kill!”
More knights from the Nine Heavens charged, clashing with the foreign elites. The sky itself seemed to rupture, rules manifesting, auspicious light flooding the world.
The energy was overwhelming.
“Kill!”
The archer loosed volley after volley, reducing swaths of enemies to bloody mist.
“Hah! Cowards of the foreign realm—too scared to fight alone, hiding behind your elders?”
“After Huang shattered your courage at the Great Scarlet Heaven, your so-called warrior race is just a joke!”
Mockery rained from the Nine Heavens.
The foreign youth bristled with rage. Cruel as they were, their warrior pride was innate—they couldn’t tolerate such taunts.
They hadn’t asked for elder intervention—they genuinely wished to slay Huang themselves.
“Elders, cease! Let us claim Huang’s head and cleanse the shame of the Great Scarlet Heaven!”
“Grant us this fair fight! Without it, our generation will bear this disgrace forever!”
Their roars reached the elders above.
The foreign elites frowned. They’d sought to eliminate Shi Hao swiftly, recognizing his perilous potential, but now their youth’s fervor forced their hand.
Denying them would crush morale.
Besides, they believed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were doomed. Sacrificing their youth’s pride over one cultivator wasn’t worth it.
They were certain their own could kill Huang.
*Whoosh!*
The foreign elites withdrew.
The endless desert roared with battle, this skirmish but a fraction of the greater war, yet its tremors drew distant eyes.
“Has our younger generation sent any prodigies to the borderlands?” an elder asked.
Many shook their heads, uncertain.
“Of the ten mightiest young kings, has any come?”
“None, it seems.”
“Wait—the fourth-ranked Martial Heaven King may be here!” someone murmured.
In the foreign realm, only the top ten young royals earned the title “Heaven King.”
Shi Hao had slain royals before, but never a Heaven King.
Each Heaven King had received guidance from the Immortals—peerless in their realm, capable of sweeping through all challengers.
The elder within the golden halo nodded. “Good. Summon the Martial Heaven King. Let him slay this ‘Huang’ before both armies!”
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