**”Boom!”**
Bei Feng stepped forward, his white robes billowing in the howling wind. With a sweep of his sleeves, a wave of killing intent surged forth, aimed at Shi Hao.
He was supremely confident, his movements grand and imposing. Stars shimmered within his sleeves, as though an entire galaxy swirled within the fabric, carrying terrifying power.
Against such an attack, Shi Hao met it head-on. His arms spread wide like the wings of a roc soaring into the heavens, lifting him into the sky.
A true Leviathan Roc spreads its wings—vast as the sky itself, boundless and unstoppable, capable of piercing the cosmos and shattering stars with unfathomable might!
At this moment, Shi Hao unleashed the Leviathan Roc’s technique, its profound laws shattering the star-laden sleeves in a dazzling explosion of light.
**”Hmm?”** Bei Feng was startled. He had every reason to be proud, his momentum unstoppable, capable of crushing his peers with ease. Yet, barely into the fight, his sleeve had already been destroyed.
Like scattered butterfly wings, the torn fabric fluttered down in fragments.
Bei Feng’s expression remained cold. He was strikingly handsome, indistinguishable from a human despite not being one—no one knew his true form.
Now, exposed on his arm was a golden spear tattoo, revealed for all to see.
This sent shockwaves through the crowd, even Shi Hao tensed, his focus sharpening. It was known that Bei Feng carried a quarter of the Anlan Clan’s true blood, wielding power beyond mortal comprehension!
**”Disrespecting the Anlan Clan will cost you dearly!”** Bei Feng hissed, stepping forward. The space around him twisted, and an overwhelming sharpness emerged.
**”Clang!”**
Indeed, the sharpness manifested—countless golden weapons materialized in the void, all spears, their edges gleaming with deadly intent!
Tens of thousands of golden spears hummed in unison, their metallic resonance deafening, their killing aura suffocating the battlefield. Every spear was aimed at Shi Hao.
Yet, Shi Hao showed no fear. Instead, he sneered, **”You keep invoking the Anlan Clan, yet you don’t even bear their name. What right do you have to be so arrogant? What makes you so proud?”**
**”You dare—! The Anlan Clan’s power is omnipresent. You will die for this!”** Bei Feng roared, his handsome face darkening.
**”You bow before a name, worshiping the might of ancestors. But what do *you* possess? A true powerhouse can forge their own lineage, standing equal to the Anlan. You? You’re nothing!”** Shi Hao retorted coldly, launching his attack.
**”Clang!”**
Enraged, Bei Feng summoned the golden spears. Tens of thousands of them trembled, their deafening hum transforming into golden beams that shot toward Shi Hao.
The sight was terrifying—space itself was pierced, the void shattered!
This was no ordinary attack. It was the manifestation of ancestral power, a legacy of an invincible lineage!
**”Hah!”**
Shi Hao exhaled a river of stars—no, lightning, endless thunder—as he countered with the Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Spell!
Golden spears trembled, many snapping under the storm. Yet, countless still surged forward, radiant and deadly.
**”Boom!”**
Shi Hao’s sole heavenly aperture emerged, struck by the golden spears. It shuddered violently, shrinking rapidly as though retreating into his flesh.
**”Good!”**
**”Kill him!”**
Cheers erupted from the foreign realm’s young kings, their faces alight with cruel delight.
Then—
A deafening explosion erupted, accompanied by a blinding light that forced many to shut their eyes.
Shi Hao’s aperture had condensed into a singularity—then exploded like the birth of a universe.
Every golden spear shattered into nothingness.
Bei Feng staggered back, blood trickling from his lips. His heart sank—this was the Anlan Clan’s ancestral technique, yet it had been *blocked*!
**”If a true Anlan came, this might be interesting. But you? You’re nothing!”** Shi Hao strode forward.
Bei Feng was undeniably strong, yet Shi Hao’s mockery enraged him. With a furious roar, he unleashed his full power once more.
**”Boom!”**
Shi Hao soared through the air, fists crashing down!
This was sheer audacity—utter disregard for the Anlan bloodline. He dominated from above, unyielding.
**”Die!”**
Bei Feng formed seals, unleashing waves of radiant force, like a tsunami of destruction.
Yet, Shi Hao tore through it all. Each punch shattered runes, dispersed the tides.
**”Boom!”**
Their strongest blows collided—fist against palm.
**”Crack!”**
Bei Feng’s confidence wavered. His hand shattered, blood gushing, his entire arm convulsing.
He stumbled back, face pale.
He could have dodged—but chose not to, hoping to crush Shi Hao with raw power.
The result was brutal. His body was inferior.
**”Die!”**
Bei Feng roared, his hand regenerating with a surge of bloodlight. He had swallowed a divine pill—now he charged again.
The battle raged. Bei Feng avoided direct clashes, weaving around Shi Hao’s strikes.
Then—
He stopped evading. His right arm lashed out.
**”Ssshh—!”**
Runes ignited in the air, an ancient, primordial aura erupting—as though a beast from the dawn of time had awakened to slaughter all life.
The tattoo on his arm—the golden spear—*came alive*. Composed of divine runes, it detached, streaking toward Shi Hao like a golden beam.
Too fast to dodge.
Too terrifying to resist. Space collapsed. Weapons around them trembled, submitting in fear.
This was Bei Feng’s final gambit—the Anlan Clan’s innate power!
**”Every Anlan bears a golden spear tattoo. The purer the blood, the greater its might!”** an elder from the foreign realm declared.
The situation was dire.
Behind Shi Hao, gasps of horror rose. Would their hard-won victory be overturned? If Shi Hao fell here, the blow would be devastating.
Shi Hao’s heart weighed heavy. He hadn’t expected the foreign realm’s ancestral techniques to be this fearsome—all because of Bei Feng’s Anlan blood.
Yet, he didn’t resort to other spells. Only three words echoed in his mind:
**Indestructible Scripture.**
He was reckless—not seeking safety, but testing his mastery of this supreme art.
In recent days, he had studied it deeply, achieving remarkable progress—especially in empowering his hands, rendering them unbreakable.
Now, the scripture’s essence manifested. Runes blazed, his hands glowing like immortal metal.
**”Clang!”**
The crowd gasped.
Shi Hao had *caught* the golden spear mid-flight—bare-handed!
**”He *grabbed* it?!”**
Even more shocking—the spear’s tip scraped his fingers, yet drew no blood.
**”Boom!”**
The spear expanded, unleashing catastrophic force, trying to annihilate Shi Hao!
This was the true might of Anlan blood—a power beyond imagination!
Yet, Shi Hao’s grip held firm. His hands, radiant as divine steel, refused to yield.
**”Crack!”**
Then—with a thunderous roar—he *broke* the spear in two!
**”Ah—!”**
Bei Feng screamed. The tattoo vanished from his arm—his true blood had been *sundered*.
Shi Hao struck without mercy. His hands, still blazing with Indestructible Scripture’s power, slammed into Bei Feng.
**”Boom!”**
Unable to evade, Bei Feng took the blow head-on.
His right arm—gone. A mist of blood filled the air.
Shi Hao followed with a fist, sealing Bei Feng’s fate.
Just like the fallen before him—Tuo Ba, the twelve-armed monstrosity—Bei Feng was sent flying, his white robes drenched in blood.
**”Pfft!”**
His body split apart, shattered before the crowd.
**Bei Feng—dead.**
Silence.
The foreign realm’s young kings stood frozen. Even one with Anlan blood had fallen.
**”So this is the might of ‘true blood’? A quarter Anlan lineage—pathetic,”** Shi Hao said coldly.
This was monumental. An Anlan descendant had been slain.
Shi Hao now understood—this battle would draw the attention of the Anlan Clan, a race few in number but unmatched in power. No wonder the Immortal Tortoise Shell had reacted strangely, sensing the shift in fate.
**”Bei Feng… is dead?”**
The foreign realm’s cultivators finally stirred, murmurs spreading.
**”Next!”**
Shi Hao’s voice cut through the battlefield, icy and unrelenting.
Another young king had fallen. Would Shi Hao truly slaughter them all?
The crowd watched, realizing—he might just *butcher every last one of them.*
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