Whoosh!
The Golden Demon Bird transformed into a golden beam of light, striking once before retreating at extreme speed. In this initial clash, she suffered a heavy loss, her golden feathers falling like withered leaves.
Each feather, as if forged from pure gold, clanged against the ground, splitting boulders weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds.
Shi Hao stood at the center of the battlefield, unmoving, like an insurmountable mountain of martial prowess, suppressing the area and casting a disdainful gaze upon his enemies.
The Golden Demon Bird took the form of a golden-haired woman, bewitchingly beautiful, her hair radiant like the sun, her pupils shimmering with golden divine light.
Shi Hao knew this woman was no ordinary foe—she was stronger than the Silver Serpent Yaksha. After all, she had dared to engage him in close combat, a bold and reckless test of strength.
Most creatures would have been obliterated by Shi Hao’s fists without question, just like the Silver Serpent Yaksha.
Yet, though the Golden Demon Bird was wounded, her vitality remained intact. After coughing up blood, her injuries did not worsen significantly.
“This world has always been suppressed, yet in this era, a monster has emerged,” the Golden Demon Bird said, her eyes blazing with golden light.
This sentiment was shared by the otherworldly kings. To them, Shi Hao’s strength was absurd, seemingly capable of sweeping through all challengers, invincible.
This unsettled every young king among them. They were a battle-hardened race, undefeated and supreme—yet here they were, thwarted by a single youth.
Huang, standing alone, had already defeated six of their champions. Six kings had fallen—an unprecedented event!
If the Golden Demon Bird lost, she would be the seventh.
Defeat meant death—there was no ambiguity.
“Human, surrender to us,” the Golden Demon Bird declared. “You will enjoy endless riches, peerless beauties, ancestral techniques, and even the elixir of immortality!”
Shi Hao was taken aback. He hadn’t expected such an offer.
“Do you really think you’re qualified to say such things to me?” he replied coldly. “In my eyes, you’re already a dead woman standing here.”
The golden-haired woman sneered. “You see only the small picture, blind to the overwhelming tide of fate bearing down upon you. You are about to die. Our world marches forth in full force—what can possibly remain? You are strong, your talent extraordinary, perhaps even comparable to the legendary youths of our realm. But so what? History has never lacked talented beings. Moreover, our ancient ancestors take great pleasure in crushing geniuses like you. When the full-scale war erupts, you will perish without a grave. I am offering you a path to survival.”
Her voice, though not loud, carried across the battlefield. She occasionally glanced at figures like Da Xu Tuo, Qi Gu, and Shi Yi in the distance—both a recruitment and a warning.
“Ridiculous!” Shi Hao remained unmoved, stepping forward with such force that the earth trembled violently, fissures spreading for miles. Even the clouds above shattered under his overwhelming aura.
“Do you think I jest? Consider the consequences—your world cannot resist. It is destined to be bathed in blood. But if you join us, you will remain glorious, even becoming a legend, standing above all, founding your own royal lineage!”
Seeing Shi Hao’s cold smile, she added, “You will not be alone. In the past, geniuses like you have surrendered, and now they stand among our highest echelons.”
“Nonsense!” Shi Hao roared. Their ancestors had fought to the death, unyielding and untainted.
“I speak the truth, offering you a chance to live. The proof lies in your own world—their descendants are known as the Sinful Bloodline.”
“What did you say?!” Shi Hao’s eyes blazed with fury, his killing intent surging like a storm. The impact of her words was immense.
Behind him, Shi Yi and Qin Hao clenched their fists, their hearts roiling with fury.
“Believe it or not, our world cherishes prodigies like you. If you submit, you will rise to dominance.”
“You talk too much. Time to die.” Shi Hao’s expression darkened, his heart unsettled.
He refused to believe his ancestors were sinners. The visions passed down through the Shi Clan’s mark showed them roaring in defiance—they were not sinners! Their blood was not tainted, but filled with glory, radiance, and invincible might!
If the Shi Clan was not the Sinful Bloodline, then who was?
“I gave you a chance, but you wasted it,” the Golden Demon Bird said coldly.
“Die!”
Shi Hao attacked, more ruthless than before, his heart no longer calm.
“Swish!”
Golden feathers, burning like divine arrows, pierced through the void, streaking toward Shi Hao.
This was the Golden Demon Bird’s innate ability—100,000 feathers, each capable of slaying a master, filling the sky in a devastating storm.
Against Lü Hong, she had never used this technique. Now, she fought with everything she had.
Shi Hao formed a vortex of lightning, swallowing the golden feathers like a raging sea.
The feathers, capable of piercing the heavens, were obliterated in the thunderous explosion.
“Crack!”
Countless golden feathers snapped, raining down with blood. Shi Hao had countered her ultimate strike with the supreme technique of the Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Art.
“Gah!”
The Golden Demon Bird coughed blood, staggering back. These were her divine feathers—their destruction wounded her deeply.
Shi Hao advanced, his figure blurred, shrouded in chaos, like an undefeated war immortal from ancient times.
“Caw!”
The Golden Demon Bird unleashed her clan’s most infamous ancestral technique—the Demon Bird’s Cry, a sound that wounded the divine!
A terrifying art, perfect for battlefields, indiscriminately slaughtering all in range.
Shi Hao felt his skull ache, his soul under assault. His techniques faltered.
“Caw!”
She cried again, the sound piercing and hideous, like a blade from the heavens aiming for his brow.
Lü Hong, wielder of the Seed of Life, had died to this technique.
But the Golden Demon Bird was not stopping at one cry. She shrieked again and again—five times in total!
The battlefield trembled. Even the young kings of the otherworld retreated in fear.
“She’s burning her ancestral blood, sacrificing her life essence!” an elder from the other side observed.
“Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!”
Four more cries followed, each more desperate, each drawing blood.
The heavens warped, chaotic ripples drowning Shi Hao.
“It’s over. That monster, Huang, is finished. Nine cries—no Golden Demon Bird has achieved that in centuries,” a young king murmured in awe.
Normally, one cry exhausted the user. Three would make them vomit blood. Four would nearly kill them. Nine was unthinkable.
Yet the golden-haired woman had done it.
Nine cries, merging with chaos itself, sealing Shi Hao’s fate.
A crimson line split Shi Hao’s brow, blood trickling. His body convulsed, as if about to explode.
Then—
Light erupted from his body. The Primordial True Solution shielded his soul, repelling death itself.
The crowd was stunned. He had survived the inescapable?
The Golden Demon Bird despaired. She had paid an unimaginable price—her life—only for him to withstand it.
Shi Hao’s wounds healed instantly, his soul unshaken.
He had consumed Golden Bodhi Fruit, Soul-Guiding Lotus, and Yellow Springs Fruit, tempering his spirit with thunder and the Primordial True Solution.
“I hate this!” the golden-haired woman whispered, her life flickering like a dying candle.
“Time to die.” Shi Hao’s finger struck like lightning.
“Pfft!”
A hole pierced her brow. Her golden hair stained with blood, she collapsed, lifeless.
“Seventh.” Shi Hao’s voice was icy as he gazed across the battlefield, his foot resting on her beautiful corpse.
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