How terrifying must this person be? One must know that back then, the elder brothers and sisters of the young Heavenly Horned Ant were regarded as stars of hope, their talents unparalleled, their prowess unmatched among their peers, and they were jointly nurtured by the elders of various factions.
Moreover, they possessed the bloodline of the ultimate strength, their valor unrivaled in the world, making them the most dazzling prodigies of the younger generation!
Yet, even such young sovereigns—direct descendants of the Ten Fierce, with invincible abilities—were still defeated and ruthlessly slain.
And all of it was done by this very person before them!
Just how powerful was this young man? It was horrifying to contemplate, his combat strength unimaginable. He was a peerless demon lord who had suppressed a generation of geniuses from the Immortal Ancient Era.
“Ah—!” The golden little ant let out a heart-wrenching howl, his grief so profound it felt as if his liver were splitting and his heart shattering. He had finally met his true enemy.
His brothers, his sisters—they had all died at this man’s hands. It wasn’t the Blood Phoenix Lion; that was merely his mount!
The young Heavenly Horned Ant’s eyes bled, his heart twisted as if by knives. The relatives he had never met had all been killed by this one person. The executioner stood right before him—how could he endure it? With a furious cry, he lunged forward, ready to fight to the death.
“Calm down!” Shi Hao took a single step, as if the stars themselves reversed their course, and in an instant, he appeared before the little ant, blocking his path to prevent him from throwing his life away.
“Don’t stop me! I’ll kill him—avenge my brothers, avenge my sisters—ah—!” The little ant wailed, tears of blood rolling down his face. This pain was bone-deep.
“He’s right here—do you think he can escape? There’s no need to rush!” Shi Hao urged sternly.
He feared the little ant might come to harm, which was why he stopped him. Yet he couldn’t outright say that the ant was no match for the young man, lest he stubbornly lose control.
The little ant’s body tensed, golden light and crimson mist intertwining as his bloodline of ultimate strength boiled. His killing intent surged, his eyes nearly splitting from the strain as he forcibly suppressed the urge to take another step.
“Heavenly Horned Ant, you should thank him. Otherwise, you’d already be dead,” the young man from the golden mountain range said calmly.
“What did you say?” The little ant glared forward, hatred driving him to madness. His loved ones had died tragically, yet this man remained so cold and arrogant—it was unbearable.
This was a young man in his twenties, clad in a green robe, with thick golden hair so long it cascaded down to the back of his calves.
Such long, lustrous hair was rare, shimmering like golden silk, radiating a dazzling brilliance.
His skin was pale as jade, his face chiseled with sharp angles, making him handsome yet not effeminate—instead, he exuded a restrained heroic aura.
His pupils were also golden, marked with cross-shaped patterns, an unusual trait. When his gaze shifted, two golden bolts of lightning intertwined in the air, producing the sound of wind and thunder.
It was terrifying. This young man appeared gentle when calm, devoid of any aggression, yet the slightest display of dominance made his eyes utterly fearsome.
Just his gaze alone could summon thunder, as if lightning had split the sky!
“Your brothers, your sisters—they had already reached the peak of their age, far surpassing you, yet they were still beheaded. Tell me, what do you think would happen if you charged forward? He saved you,” the man said indifferently.
Such achievements were enough to shock past and present, shining with unparalleled brilliance!
One must know, those were the descendants of the Heavenly Horned Ant, one of the Ten Fierce, unrivaled among their generation—yet they still died, slain by him!
Yet, when he spoke of these events, he did so with such casualness, as if it were nothing remarkable.
This only made him all the more terrifying. Just what kind of person was he? To so effortlessly crush the descendants of the strongest Heavenly Horned Ant in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—it was unheard of!
If word of this spread, it would surely cause shock and dread. This young man was too terrifying, his strength beyond imagination!
“I will fight you! If I’m outmatched, I’ll die fighting—but I refuse to live in humiliation!” The little ant roared, his eyes splitting as two streaks of blood trailed down. Golden flames erupted from his body, blazing into the heavens—he was igniting his boundless potential, pushing his berserk state further to face this man in battle.
This was a fight to the death. Even knowing he was no match, he would still wage a glorious battle.
“Calm down. Revenge doesn’t have to be immediate!” Shi Hao stood by his side, pressing a hand firmly on his shoulder, releasing a soothing light to suppress his life flames.
He couldn’t watch the little ant throw his life away. His potential was immense—he simply hadn’t reached maturity yet. To die like this would be a tragedy.
Moreover, if he perished, the Heavenly Horned Ant lineage would be truly extinct, with no bloodline left to continue.
Yet, Shi Hao also understood the little ant’s feelings. The murder of his brothers and sisters—all by this one man, who now stood before him. Unless he had lost all humanity, how could he not seek vengeance?
“Let me go! With blood debt before me, how can I endure it? I must have my revenge!” The young Heavenly Horned Ant wept, struggling violently, his emotions in turmoil as tears of blood streamed down.
“Interesting. Quite sentimental,” the young man opposite them remarked with a faint smile. He glanced at Shi Hao, then at the little ant, utterly composed.
“Come here. I won’t take your life yet—I’ll let you understand that while the Heavenly Horned Ant is hailed as one of the strongest races, they are not invincible. To me, they mean nothing,” the young man said naturally.
Yet within his calm words lay an innate confidence, a transcendent air that dismissed all opponents.
The implication was clear—he didn’t even consider the little ant a worthy adversary. He merely sought to prove one thing: the Heavenly Horned Ant lineage, renowned throughout history, could not stand against him!
“Let me go!” The little ant growled, feeling humiliated. Their race was one of immense pride, their glory illuminating eternity.
Yet now, someone looked down on him—no, not just him, but his entire lineage. It was unbearable.
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed sharply as he studied the little ant, then turned his gaze to the opponent. Finally, he released his grip. If he didn’t, the little ant’s suppressed fury would only fester, deepening his obsession.
Blocking was worse than guiding. Better to let him act!
At the same time, Shi Hao honed his spirit to its peak, adjusting his body to its optimal state, ready to strike at any moment.
He would never allow the little ant to come to harm.
“Die!”
The golden little ant roared, his fists flashing like lightning as he unleashed his supreme technique—the Ant Fist!
His power surged explosively, each punch capable of shattering mountains and rivers. Had this not been a battlefield reserved for supreme beings, the land would have already been reduced to ruin.
Even so, the earth trembled, the void ruptured, and black fissures spanning dozens, even hundreds of miles tore through the sky, unleashing torrents of chaotic energy.
The little ant was far stronger now than when he had fought the Blood Phoenix Lion.
The young Heavenly Horned Ant spared no cost—his blood energy surged like smoke from his crown, burning his potential as he launched a desperate assault to kill the golden-haired man.
“Master, kill it! What is the bloodline of ultimate strength? It can’t compare to yours!” the Blood Phoenix Lion shouted, despising the little ant and wishing for its immediate death.
Boom!
The heavens collapsed, the earth split, and boulders exploded into clouds!
The little ant’s fists were terrifying, piercing through the void as if seeking eternity—nothing seemed capable of stopping them!
Fist light blotted out the sky, suppressing this stretch of the world. His divine power was like an ocean, horrifying in its intensity.
Yet, despite throwing hundreds of punches, not a single one landed. Each strike only shattered the void, tearing through afterimages.
The golden-haired youth stood unmoved, never straying more than a few feet from his original position, yet effortlessly evading every attack.
How terrifying was this? Within such a confined space, he moved with ease, untouched by the storm of techniques.
“Too slow. You can’t hit me,” the golden youth said coldly.
The young Heavenly Horned Ant was both shocked and enraged, hating that he hadn’t yet reached maturity—his true strength was indeed inferior. To be so belittled by his brothers’ killer was unbearable.
He went berserk, unleashing the Ant Fist with all his might, tearing apart the heavens and earth. Three strands of immortal energy coiled around his fists, amplifying their power to world-shaking levels.
Thud!
This time, the golden-haired youth didn’t dodge. Instead, he reached out and caught the ant’s strongest punch, stopping it with effortless ease.
“Too weak,” he said coldly.
The young man stood motionless, his right arm extended, fingers clamped around the ant’s radiant golden fist like a vice. No matter how the little ant struggled, he couldn’t advance an inch.
“Who are you?!” the young Heavenly Horned Ant snarled through gritted teeth.
“**He Wushuang**,” the golden man replied without hesitation.
“Little insect, discard your pride and self-respect. Before this name, all the youths of your world are nothing but dirt—utterly worthless!” the Blood Phoenix Lion roared from afar.
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