Shi Hao’s colossal dharma manifestation stood towering, reaching tens of thousands of feet high, as if holding up the heavens and the earth. With a single motion, he tore the ancient beast—eight thousand feet long—in half and raised it high above his head, instantly shocking everyone nearby.
Who was the true beast here?
“Roar—!” The beast wasn’t completely dead yet, writhing in agony as its primordial spirit struggled to escape. But it was trapped within its own flesh, unable to break free.
*Ssssh!*
With a violent shake, Shi Hao unleashed the power of reincarnation. The beast’s body instantly aged as if tens of thousands of years had passed—its hide sagged and peeled away, bones exposed and dull, no longer sturdy. Its primordial spirit, too, began to decay and wither.
Already severely wounded, the beast had no means to resist Shi Hao’s reincarnation technique!
*Pfft!*
The next moment, its primordial spirit rotted, riddled with cracks as if slashed by a divine blade dozens or even hundreds of times. Then, it crumbled into ashes, scattering into nothingness—utterly annihilated by the ravages of time!
“Killed him good!” Many cheered, clapping in approval. The beast had been too ferocious moments ago.
The old cultivator’s disciples, eyes brimming with tears, nodded at Shi Hao before turning to rejoin the battle without a word.
On this battlefield, death was commonplace. Even the strongest cultivators could fall at any moment. In this frenzy of slaughter, there was no time to linger—enemies surrounded them, and the fight had to go on.
“Kill him!”
From the distance, someone waved a war banner, pointing at Shi Hao and ordering elite warriors to charge and behead him.
The fallen beast had been a King Beast. To die in such humiliation—split in half alive—was a blow to morale. The opponent had to be crushed with ruthless force.
Shi Hao noticed the glowing bone talisman on him, its numerical value instantly increasing by fifty. This powerful beast was worth the heads of fifty Void Dao Realm cultivators.
In the distance, dozens of cages had just released massive beasts, their savage auras overwhelming the battlefield. At the command, they all charged toward Shi Hao.
These beasts were colossal, moving like towering mountains, shaking the void with thunderous tremors.
A shaggy beast lunged forward—its body like a lion, its head a golden mammoth, standing twenty thousand feet tall. With a deafening crash, its golden trunk lashed out, splitting the void as it whipped toward Shi Hao!
The trunk was monstrously long, descending like a mountain range. Golden light erupted as it invoked ancestral techniques, aiming to crush Shi Hao where he stood.
Clearly, this beast was at the peak of the Slaying Self Realm, a King Beast with royal blood.
Everyone paled. Shi Hao had been extraordinary moments ago, but now he was in grave danger. No one wanted to see him fall.
“Fall back!”
“Don’t clash head-on!”
This beast’s cultivation was too profound—direct confrontation was suicide.
At the same time, other beasts closed in from different directions, each terrifying in its own right, the smallest still ten thousand feet tall, their killing intent rolling like storm clouds.
“Trouble—the Dragon Slayers have noticed! They’re targeting the Desolate One!” someone muttered.
The foreign realm had Dragon Slayers—assassins who lurked on the battlefield, hunting down exceptionally powerful warriors or prodigious young cultivators for execution.
*Clang!*
Shi Hao drew a peculiar weapon—a single scale from the bloodstained black ancient ship. A dragon scale.
The Grand Elder had confirmed it was a true dragon’s reverse scale, an unparalleled treasure brimming with boundless killing intent. Yet, Shi Hao had never managed to unleash its power.
A dragon’s reverse scale—touch it, and wrath follows.
This scale could not be trifled with. Now, Shi Hao intended to wield it as a weapon, attempting to awaken its fury for a massacre.
But before things escalated, a bowstring twanged from the heavens.
*Ssssh!*
An iron arrow, swift as lightning, streaked across the sky like an eternal immortal radiance. The void collapsed where it passed!
*Pfft!*
Blood sprayed as the lion-bodied, mammoth-headed beast was pierced through the skull, shrieking before its body exploded into mist.
A beast tens of thousands of feet tall—slain in a single arrow!
The other charging beasts met the same fate, bursting apart midair.
All eyes turned to a middle-aged man holding a great bow, his expression calm as if he had done nothing extraordinary.
Yet, these beasts had been at the Slaying Self Realm—eliminated effortlessly.
“It’s him—one of the Imperial Pass’s Ten Divine Archers!” someone exclaimed.
“Peerless archery!” Many gasped in awe, their faces alight with fervor.
Shi Hao was stunned. He had seen this man before—when he first entered the Imperial Pass, he had witnessed him practicing archery, each arrow aimed beyond the heavens, said to shatter stars.
Now, it was proven. Slaying Slaying Self Realm beasts was as easy as shooting paper targets for him.
“Demon Hunters!”
From the foreign realm, someone muttered, pupils contracting as they stared at the archer.
Just as the foreign realm had Dragon Slayers, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had Demon Hunters—elites tasked with eliminating their counterparts’ most dangerous foes.
Now, with someone targeting Shi Hao—the “dragon”—the Nine Heavens responded fiercely, hunting down the assassins.
This Demon Hunter was no ordinary figure—one of the Imperial Pass’s Ten Divine Archers, a master at the peak of the Escape One Realm, his strength unfathomable.
“Hold the mass hunt for now! Send a King of equal cultivation to kill him properly!”
The foreign realm issued orders, wary of provoking further retaliation.
To avoid escalation, they would have to defeat Shi Hao fairly—with a King of matching cultivation.
The battle raged on, vast and chaotic. Though this was but a corner of the battlefield, it drew countless eyes.
A golden figure emerged—humanoid but grotesque, with wings like a yaksha, its body forged from gold, radiating immense power.
“Golden Yaksha—a Royal Clan!”
“A powerful young Royal Clan member has entered the fray! Nobler than King Beasts!”
Gasps spread through the battlefield. This was a famed Royal Clan of the foreign realm, consistently ranked among the top fifteen.
“Hah, a mere human? Not worth my time. But since orders are orders, I’ll take your head.” The Golden Yaksha lunged.
The area fell silent as onlookers retreated, clearing space.
“Golden Yaksha Clan? So what? I’ve killed Royal Clans before,” Shi Hao said coldly.
“Arrogant fool! A single Royal Clan warrior can slay a horde of your kind! Even your so-called young supremes are no match!” The Golden Yaksha sneered, striking like lightning, its golden fist collapsing the sky as it hurtled toward Shi Hao.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao met it head-on, fist against fist, erupting in blinding radiance.
*Crack!*
The sound of bone breaking echoed. Cheers erupted from the foreign realm.
“The Golden Yaksha’s flesh is peerless! To clash with it bare-handed is suicide!”
“One punch shattered that human’s fist! Hahaha—”
But their laughter died instantly.
The Golden Yaksha staggered back, its fist deformed, arm drenched in blood.
“Impossible!” voices cried out.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao’s body blazed as he unleashed a supreme treasure technique, his fists like those of a heavenly emperor, shattering the cosmos!
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
His strikes were lightning-fast, hammering the Golden Yaksha’s arms. The creature blocked desperately—otherwise, its body would have been pierced!
Yet, under the barrage, its arms twisted—then exploded!
*Boom!*
Its body fissured, then burst apart.
The arms hadn’t absorbed all the force—the shockwaves had ravaged its flesh.
Silence.
The foreign realm’s forces gaped, having expected victory, only to witness their champion obliterated.
“Who is he?!”
“A mere Golden Yaksha—Royal Clan or not, I’ve slain ten of your so-called young Kings in one breath. You’re nothing,” Shi Hao said icily.
“That’s the Desolate One! I saw him slaughter ten of our Kings at the Great Scarlet Sky border!” a distant figure shouted.
“Heavens! It’s him—the legendary scourge! The Desolate One!”
“Capture him!”
*Boom!*
Meanwhile, on the Nine Heavens’ side, a radiant figure rose like a sun—the divine archer, standing guard for Shi Hao.
At the same time, the great knight astride the Devouring Beast, having defeated his foe, galloped forth, his mace raised in Shi Hao’s defense.
Two more great knights arrived, one roaring, “If your young Kings dare, let them come! But if you seek to slay the dragon, you must pass through us first!”
“Let your so-called young Kings step forward!” Shi Hao advanced, glaring at the foreign horde, unshaken as he challenged their strongest.
“It really is the Desolate One! He’s here—on this battlefield! Who can kill him? The Great Scarlet Sky border massacre still haunts us!” a voice hissed, eyes locked on Shi Hao.
Step by step, Shi Hao marched forward, bellowing:
“Truthfully, I want to know—are there any so-called Imperial Clan youths here?!”
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