Such words, domineering and sharp, pressed down like a colossal mountain, suffocating the foreign kings and igniting their fury!
“I’ll kill you!”
“I’ll cut you down!”
…
At this moment, multiple voices roared simultaneously as figures rose, ready to charge forward. These battle-hungry races were inherently cruel and unafraid of death, their patience worn thin.
“You’re delaying my braised pork feast. Fine, come at me! Soon, I’ll be feasting on eight-treasure rice, ten-ingredient tonic soup, or maybe a hearty stew!” Shi Hao laughed.
*Whoosh!*
Just then, the Immortal Tortoise Shell fragment stirred with a faint chime, launching a shard toward one of the foreign creatures.
It was said this shell was shrouded in mystery—obtaining it could sway the fate of an entire clan. Thus, it was both coveted and feared, never to be taken lightly.
Now, as the shell moved, the kings halted. Even in its fragmented state, they treated it with solemn reverence, not daring to slight it.
Opposite, a peculiar creature was chosen—its form not overly large, but its bizarre appearance impossible to ignore.
It stood like an upright tortoise spirit, yet bore human legs. Its body shimmered with golden light, especially its dazzling golden carapace.
The golden shell was etched with intricate, mysterious patterns, as if embodying the essence of the heavens. Its arms extended like tortoise limbs, ending in razor-sharp golden claws. Its head resembled a young man’s, yet carried the aura of a dragon-tortoise, with nine golden horns jutting from its wild mane, piercing the sky.
*Golden Shell King Clan!*
The foreign cultivators’ expressions shifted. Some young kings even paled in awe. Legends spoke of Anlan’s ancient ancestor, who wielded an invincible spear in his right hand and a shield in his left. It was said the shield’s material had once been considered from this very clan’s shells.
If even such an existence had coveted their carapaces, their prestige was undeniable.
“Wait a moment. I said the next three can come at me together—you can gang up on me!” Shi Hao declared.
This wasn’t arrogance but a deliberate move. Today, he aimed to secure a resounding victory, to forge unshakable confidence for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
Even if it meant appearing reckless, he would crush the enemy utterly, proving their might was nothing to fear.
Because he knew the true horror of the foreign realm—an almost insurmountable darkness looming ahead. His people needed this morale, this belief in themselves.
“Die!”
The Golden Shell youth acted swiftly, his eyes flashing with killing intent. As a proud king, he refused to team up, attacking alone.
Shi Hao showed no mercy, striking with a single palm.
*Slash!*
The Golden Shell warrior’s dragon-tortoise claws tore through the void, streaks of cold light shooting forth like comets shattering the cosmos.
*Clang!*
The deafening impact echoed as Shi Hao’s palm met the onslaught.
The clash continued, sparks flying as the Golden Shell king relentlessly assaulted with his heaven-rending claws.
*Crack!*
But when Shi Hao blocked every strike and counterattacked, the king faltered. A fraction too slow, one of his razor-sharp claws was severed, his arm splintering and bleeding.
The Golden Shell warrior shuddered—his claws, famed for their indestructibility, had been shattered by mere palm strikes.
“Roar—!”
Enraged, the king erupted in golden radiance, unleashing ancestral techniques in a frenzied assault.
Shi Hao remained cold, slamming his palm forward. The king twisted, blocking with his golden carapace. A blinding light erupted as the shell withstood the blow, and the king’s head lunged, nine horns stabbing toward Shi Hao’s body.
*Dragon-Tortoise Horns!*
Though diluted by mixed blood, their power was still terrifying.
Shi Hao’s palm stung—the horns were unnaturally hard. Any other would have had their hand impaled. Even his near-indestructible flesh bore red marks, nearly pierced.
“Die!”
Shi Hao’s aura surged as he activated his full might, aiming to crush this king decisively.
*Snap!*
Seizing an opening, he gripped one horn and snapped it off, blood gushing from the king’s skull.
*Clang!*
Relentless, Shi Hao pressed the assault, shattering three more horns in quick succession. Without them, the king’s skull would have been pulverized.
Fear flickered in the Golden Shell king’s eyes. Retreating into his shell, he spun it violently, Rune blazing as it hurtled toward Shi Hao.
*Impenetrable Defense!*
The shell was near-indestructible, its Rune firing deadly beams while shielding its occupant.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
Shi Hao’s strikes rained down, yet the shell held firm, though its occupant trembled within.
“Hahaha! Hiding like a turtle—is this the famed foreign king clan? Pathetic!” someone from the Nine Heavens taunted, hoping to provoke the king out before Shi Hao exhausted himself.
“Fools! This is our innate divine ability—try breaking it if you dare!” a foreign voice shot back.
“Die!”
Shi Hao roared, invoking the Indestructible Scripture. Mystical Rune enveloped his hands like immortal weapons.
*Boom!*
This time, his strike sent fissures spiderwebbing across the golden shell.
“No!” the Golden Shell king panicked.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Shi Hao’s relentless blows shattered the shell entirely, blood spraying as the king met his end—reverting to a grotesque hybrid of dragon and tortoise.
“A feast! This will make excellent eight-treasure rice!” Shi Hao laughed.
The foreign forces seethed, humiliated by this defeat—their “turtle” tactic crushed and consumed.
The Immortal Tortoise Shell glowed, selecting Shi Hao’s ninth opponent.
All eyes turned, for this would be the penultimate foe.
“It’s him!”
A young man stepped forward—handsome, tall, with a single scale on his brow. He had been among the first foreign kings to appear, his scale’s gaze revealing which Nine Heavens youths bore flawless ancient seeds.
His ancestors had once belonged to the Nine Heavens. Had they defected?
“Did your forebears betray us to join the foreign realm?” Shi Hao demanded.
“So what? Now my clan reigns supreme,” the youth replied coolly.
That was enough.
With a roar, Shi Hao erupted with unprecedented battle intent, scattering the clouds as he charged like a demon god.
The scaled youth was formidable, battling Shi Hao fiercely for over 200 rounds. His brow-scale unleashed a lethal beam that drew blood from Shi Hao’s palm.
By the 300th exchange, Shi Hao’s fury peaked. His relentless onslaught shattered the youth’s defenses, pulverizing his arms, chest, and finally his head into mist.
“Filth like you isn’t even worth eating,” Shi Hao spat.
“One left. Come and die!” he challenged.
Nine kings had fallen. Only one opponent remained.
A cold wind swept the battlefield as the foreign kings stood silent. This man was more terrifying than any demon—slaughtering nine without flinching.
“Next!” Shi Hao bellowed.
Then, from the abyssal ruins, footsteps echoed. A golden light swelled, revealing a newcomer.
A young man in green robes emerged, his golden hair cascading to his calves. His fair skin resembled jade, his chiseled features exuding transcendent grace.
His golden pupils bore cross-shaped marks, lightning crackling within them.
“*He Wushuang!*” the Golden Ant cried out.
“It’s him! *Huang* is doomed!” the foreign kings erupted in fervent cheers.
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