Hatred of Blood and Bone!
Many were on the verge of madness, yet found themselves unable to roar aloud. Four consecutive crushing defeats, four young kings lying lifeless on the battlefield, their bodies drenched in blood.
No matter how unwilling, the cruel reality remained.
At this moment, everyone understood the despair and bitterness of those who lived through the final days of the Immortal Ancient Era. The outcome of these battles filled them with grief and fury.
Many even felt their hearts turn to ashes, seeing only darkness ahead.
If even those hailed as bearers of invincible ancient seeds could fall so utterly, what hope remained? Though their hearts burned with rage and sorrow, no light could be seen.
From these battles, all had glimpsed the truth—the otherworldly domain was overwhelmingly powerful. Whether ancient beings or contemporary young kings, each stood like undefeatable demon gods.
Earlier, Shi Hao had been furious, consumed by hatred. But now, his expression was icy, his silence absolute as he stared coldly at the battlefield.
Never had his heart felt so heavy. How could they fight? Even if he feared none of the opposing young kings, victory would only bring more enemies.
He knew all too well—the flawless ancient seeds of this realm had been dissected by the otherworldly domain, their weaknesses exposed, their counters devised. The consequences were dire.
Perhaps, in the days to come, few would stand beside him in battle.
A chill ran through Shi Hao’s heart. Even if given time to grow, he might one day face countless foes alone, with scarce allies to aid him.
One man, standing against an entire domain? How pitiful, how utterly unrealistic!
“Too weak,” Jiao Peng spat, shattering the battlefield’s silence as it gazed upon the corpses below.
“No!” someone wailed—members of Zi Shan Kun’s clan and elders of the Immortal Academy, unable to bear the sight. Many cried out in anguish.
“My lord!” A young attendant screamed, his voice tearing at the heart.
A cold wind swept across the land, carrying the scent of blood, filling all present with despair and dread.
“Fortune favors us,” declared an ancient being from the otherworldly domain.
As Jiao Peng turned, it suddenly noticed the corresponding fragment of the Immortal Tortoise Shell glowing brilliantly, radiating auspicious energy.
“A most propitious omen!” The older generation of the otherworldly domain exclaimed in shock and joy.
“Your next opponent shall bring you immense fortune—how rare,” explained an elder from their side.
Many among them were astonished, never expecting such an event.
Like the blood-stained fragment corresponding to the Golden Demon Bird, such occurrences were rare—but where that had signified calamity, this was pure blessing!
“Whoosh!”
“Let me preserve this for you.” An elder by the Dark Abyss acted, sealing away the Primordial Purple Qi Seed and summoning it to his side, leaving Jiao Peng on the battlefield.
“Fortune favors me—who comes to die?” Jiao Peng faced the prodigies of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths with icy disdain, its gaze chilling and contemptuous.
The corresponding shell fragment pulsed with dazzling radiance.
The sentient Immortal Tortoise Shell foretold great fortune.
The young kings of the otherworldly domain burned with envy, wishing they could take Jiao Peng’s place in battle.
Yet none dared act recklessly—the Ancient Ancestors had spoken, and none would disobey.
On the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, grief reigned. That such auspicious light should shine for their enemies crushed their spirits, leaving many in despair.
Amidst wails of sorrow, Zi Shan Kun’s remains were gathered, his broken body painstakingly reassembled.
Could he truly be gone? His clan refused to accept it—even outsiders struggled to believe. Had he not been born beneath a violet sun?
“Child, you cared too much for victory. Perhaps that very seed doomed you. Without it, you might have gone further,” lamented an elder, tears streaming down his aged face.
Swoosh!
The Immortal Tortoise Shell glowed, ejecting another fragment to select a new combatant.
Jiao Peng remained—meaning its opponent had been chosen.
“It’s him!”
All eyes turned toward one figure.
Qin Hao stood stunned—he had been chosen. His battle armor clanged, silver light blazing as his body resonated with the Dao.
Even beings from the otherworldly domain turned to stare.
“Hmm, his armor is peculiar—likely forged from fragments of an Immortal King’s armor!” An ancient being from the otherworldly domain revealed shock.
“Strange… within him lies… a bone. Most unusual!” By the Dark Abyss, an Ancient Ancestor spoke in amazement, a third eye opening on his forehead to peer into Qin Hao’s secrets.
Swiftly, they realized—that bone likely belonged to a supreme figure from the previous era, still harboring vitality within him.
“What fortune! That bone is extraordinary, no wonder the shell reacted. Killing him would grant us that bone and its secrets!”
They whispered, having discerned the truth.
“How I wish it were me!” Younger experts from the otherworldly domain burned with jealousy, longing to replace Jiao Peng and claim this great opportunity.
“Hahaha…” Jiao Peng’s earlier iciness gave way to wild laughter as it pointed at Qin Hao. “You—come and die!”
“You—I’ll kill you!” Qin Hao roared, pride flashing as he strode forward—the same pride that had once driven him to constantly compare himself to Shi Hao.
Suddenly, an arm barred his path—a figure like a mountain standing before him, blocking his way.
“Brother!” Qin Hao called softly.
“Don’t go,” Shi Hao said gravely, not turning, his gaze fixed on Jiao Peng ahead.
“Foolish mortal, dare you obstruct my hunt?” The dark golden Jiao Peng’s eyes turned frigid as it stood upon a boulder, looking down at Shi Hao.
“Brother, let me kill him!” Qin Hao insisted.
“You’re too young, your cultivation insufficient. You need time to consolidate,” Shi Hao replied, his arm unyielding as iron.
He knew—if his brother fought, death was certain. He couldn’t watch his sibling throw his life away.
“But I—” Qin Hao began.
Shi Hao cut him off with a gesture, facing the battlefield and addressing Jiao Peng: “I am his elder brother. Let me fight in his stead—will you allow this?”
“Ridiculous! What are you to interfere with my claiming that immortal bone? Begone!” Jiao Peng sneered, tossing its head in contempt.
“Who does this fool think he is? Disrupting the sacred duel—how laughable, how suicidal.”
From afar, the otherworldly young kings mocked and jeered, dismissing Shi Hao entirely.
Only the Golden Demon Bird felt a chill, an inexplicable dread whenever facing this man.
Now, all from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths watched intently.
“Brother, step aside! Let me pass!” Qin Hao’s face flushed crimson as he glared past Shi Hao’s arm at their enemies.
“No!” Shi Hao stood immovable as a mountain.
“Young man, think you can disrupt these proceedings twice? This time, none would protest your death!”
“Brother, go!” Qin Hao tried to circle around.
“Bang!” Shi Hao seized his arm, rendering him immobile.
“Youth, do you seek your grave?” Boomed an overwhelming voice from the otherworldly domain.
Simultaneously, the Great Elder from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths unleashed his own pressure in response.
“I act by the rules—watch!” Shi Hao declared loudly.
To Qin Hao, he transmitted silently: “Activate the Supreme Bone I gave you—fully!”
“Brother…” Qin Hao looked at him.
“Now! No delays!” Shi Hao commanded.
Qin Hao’s old resentment had long faded—he obeyed without hesitation.
Whoosh!
A sacred brilliance erupted, dazzling beyond measure as Supreme Runes spread across the heavens.
At the same time, Shi Hao activated his own Supreme Bone, awakening a dormant innate ability—their auras becoming perfectly identical.
Both bore the same Supreme Blood, the same lineage of Supreme Bones.
Shi Hao possessed three innate precious techniques—one of which he’d regrown within Qin Hao after gifting him the bone.
Whoosh!
The hovering Immortal Tortoise Shell fragment trembled—Shi Hao seized it midair, still glowing, now selecting him instead.
Shi Hao exhaled—his gamble had succeeded.
“Step back,” he told his brother.
“Brother!”
“Return. This is my fight now.” Shi Hao’s tone brooked no argument.
All stood dumbfounded—how could the shell’s selection change like this?
Even the otherworldly beings gaped in stunned silence.
Qin Hao longed to fight, but under Shi Hao’s stern command, he finally bowed his head and retreated.
“Brother… be careful.”
“Worry not. It’s they who should fear.” Shi Hao’s calm confidence rang clear.
As Qin Hao withdrew, Shi Hao released the shell fragment—yet it didn’t fly away, its pure light confirming his selection.
“How can this be?” Some from the otherworldly domain were baffled.
“They’re brothers sharing identical bloodline power—exceedingly rare. Their auras merged as one,” explained an aged being.
Shi Hao strode forward unopposed—none had anticipated this turn.
“Fang, you must win!” someone shouted from behind.
Too many defeats, too many fallen young supremes—their Frustrated had reached breaking point. They craved victory, needed to break this losing streak.
Shi Hao’s appearance kindled hope—all knew his strength.
Yet many remained uncertain after so many losses, and not fully understanding Shi Hao’s limits, feared another defeat.
Tension gripped all present.
On the battlefield, the boulder beneath Jiao Peng’s feet cracked, then exploded as it rose into the air, half-human form standing atop its centipede body, gaze glacial.
“You dare steal my fortune? I’ll carve you apart, you ignorant wretch!” Jiao Peng seethed.
“You’re already dead,” Shi Hao stated simply.
Jiao Peng laughed mockingly. “Your so-called geniuses fall one after another—what are they worth? You’re no different—nothing before me!”
“Hahaha…” The otherworldly young kings joined in derisive laughter.
“I, standing on this battlefield, will slaughter you all!” Shi Hao’s calm, icy words shook heaven and earth like thunder.
From afar, an attendant knelt, kowtowing to Shi Hao. “Fang, I beg you—kill that centipede!”
Once hostile toward Shi Hao, this attendant to Zi Shan Kun now wept openly, his kowtows sincere. “I was wrong before—please, avenge my lord! Kill it!”
His final words became a howl of grief.
Whatever his past, in this moment his loyalty moved all as he pleaded for his master’s vengeance.
“Done. Today, here, I’ll kill it,” Shi Hao vowed.
“You? Kill me? Dream on! Look at you—trembling!” Jiao Peng scoffed.
All saw it—Shi Hao’s hands shook slightly, his entire body quivering. But none mistook this for fear—rather, it seemed like suppressed fury finally unleashed.
“Never have I felt so ready… at last… I can fight! My body trembles with excitement!” Shi Hao’s roar crescendoed as his black hair whipped like a demon god’s, murderous intent erupting to drown the skies!
Now, he appeared more ferocious than any otherworldly being, arms spread, head thrown back as he bellowed: “Today, I’ll slaughter you all—one comes, I kill one; two come, I kill both! I’ll exterminate your entire younger generation!”
As he spoke, colossal lightning bolts connected heaven and earth, his voice summoning massive thunder pools—not techniques, but celestial phenomena resonating with his declaration across the cosmos!
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