In the muddy pond, a lone figure stood at the center, casting a disdainful gaze over the gathered elites, his long robes fluttering wildly in the wind!
The four supreme beings stood dumbfounded. What was happening? This was merely Huang—he didn’t possess a supreme ancient seed, so how could he be this powerful? Defying supreme beings, unrivaled in might!
They couldn’t believe it. Was this really Huang? It defied all logic. His combat prowess clashed with their previous understanding, making no sense at all.
Outside the arena, the crowd erupted in chaos, stunned by Shi Hao’s display. The clamor shook the heavens.
Not just the book boy, Wu Tai, and others from the Immortal Academy who harbored hostility toward Shi Hao—even those who held goodwill toward him and knew him well found it unbelievable.
“I must be dizzy. I didn’t see clearly. Huang—this guy is outrageously fierce. Did he just attack three supreme beings at once?” The Lunar Grace Goddess rubbed her ruby-red, crystal-like eyes, looking as if she’d seen a ghost.
Indeed, it was too incredible. Earlier, they had been disheartened, sensing that Shi Hao was about to suffer a crushing defeat, powerless to intervene. Who could have imagined the situation would reverse in an instant, the winds of fate shifting abruptly?
Naturally, they were overjoyed, cheering wildly. Cao Yusheng even thumped his chest, shouting to those around him, proclaiming that Huang was his sworn brother.
Even more audacious, he slung an arm around the shoulder of a prominent figure from the Immortal Academy, babbling, “See that? Huang is my sworn brother. Taking on a group of supreme beings from your academy is no problem for him.”
That prodigy from the Immortal Academy, a cousin of Zi Shan Kun from an immortal lineage, wore an expression so sour it could curdle milk. He wished he could slap Cao Yusheng dead on the spot.
“This guy always turns the impossible into reality, rising again and again when people think he’s finished,” murmured the Enchantress, her eyes shimmering with amusement, her graceful figure swaying as she gazed at Shi Hao in the distance.
She felt deeply moved, having known Shi Hao for a long time. They had collaborated in the lower realm, shared countless interactions, and understood each other well.
“Incredible! Truly unimaginable. Brother Shi has grown this strong?” Chang Gongyan exclaimed, eliciting nods of agreement from the group hailing from the Three Thousand Provinces.
Shi Hao’s strength filled them with excitement and pride. Coming from the same place, his dominance brought them glory by association.
Nowadays, in any ancient land across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the emergence of a young supreme being elevated the status of all from their homeland.
“Hahaha! This is exhilarating! Huang is this strong even without an ancient seed?” The disciples of the Heavenly Deity Institution were the most ecstatic, many laughing heartily.
Some even had tears glistening in their eyes, nearly spilling over.
For a long time, as students of the Heavenly Deity Institution, they had endured humiliation, bullied to the point of powerlessness.
This was their academy, yet when the underground immortal abode was about to open, they were driven away, relegated to the periphery, barred from approaching.
What a disgrace! To be ostracized in their own home, bullied to such an extent—it was unheard of!
Alas, they had no supreme beings among them, no one capable of rivaling the prodigies of the two academies. They had no means to compete and had suffered ruthless suppression for resisting.
Now, Huang had returned. A single battle had shaken them to the core, filling their hearts with immense joy. Everyone felt a long-awaited vindication.
At first, they had been worried, fearing Shi Hao would be humiliated, doubting his capabilities.
But after the battle, their hearts swelled with pleasant surprise!
“Huang, even without obtaining an ancient seed, can still reign supreme, crushing so-called supreme beings. Who dares challenge him?” shouted the disciples of the Heavenly Deity Institution.
Shi Hao’s glory was their glory!
Now, they eagerly anticipated his performance, hoping he would dominate the battlefield, suppressing all young supreme beings until they gasped for breath.
The cultivators of the Immortal Academy were the most bewildered. Today’s events had exceeded their expectations, veering into the bizarre. How could Huang be this strong? The more they thought about it, the more their heads ached.
“Truly unsolvable!” someone sighed.
At present, everyone knew that to walk the ancient path, one must fuse with a Dao Seed—the most crucial step. Yet it was common knowledge that Huang had failed to obtain a suitable seed.
Many believed his insistence on this path would lead to gradual decline, stripping him of his former brilliance.
But today’s events overturned everyone’s imagination. Far from declining, Huang had surged forward, growing even stronger, his depths unfathomable!
A faction within the Immortal Academy bore grudges against Shi Hao, having provoked and even clashed with him. Some geniuses had been suppressed by him, suffering bitterly. Now, seeing him still radiant, their expressions turned complicated.
As for people like Wu Tai, who had been utterly crushed, losing his azure armor, his heart pounded with fear. He had once boasted of waiting for Shi Hao in the Void Path Realm, intending to suppress him and exact revenge.
Now, his boasts and conjectures seemed laughable. He would never have that chance. Facing Shi Hao again, he would have to tread carefully, keeping his tail between his legs—or risk dire consequences.
Princess Yaoyue, clad in snow-white robes, stood tall and graceful, her hair silken, her skin like jade, radiant with a crystalline glow. She murmured softly, “Truly unbelievable. What happened to Huang? After disappearing for three years, everyone thought you had faded, destined to lose your brilliance. Yet you return in such a manner, delivering a profound lesson to all. Unfathomable, mysterious, and extraordinary!”
The Sacred Academy’s disciples were also disheartened. Huang’s return had led everyone to assume he would achieve little, only to find him as formidable as ever.
Three years ago, right here in the Heavenly Deity Institution, Huang had consecutively defeated several of their top figures, leaving no one to challenge him. Now, his glory remained undimmed.
“It seems your three-year disappearance brought rare opportunities,” Lan Xian spoke from the muddy pond, her sleeves fluttering like an immortal treading on waves, transcendent and peerless.
One of her delicate hands was slightly swollen, the earlier pain making her tremble as if her fingers might break. Fortunately, she had avoided Shi Hao’s full force, escaping the worst.
“Everyone said your three-year absence was an escape, that your era had ended. Now, it’s clear that was fallacy,” Qi Gu Daoist, the only one who hadn’t joined the battle and had remained silent, spoke up.
The crowd felt the weight of his words. Many had believed Shi Hao’s most glorious era had passed, that these three years were lost, forgotten, distant from the storms and peaks of cultivation.
Now, everything proved otherwise. These weren’t lost years—they were years of Dormant and Nirvana. Returning, he surpassed his former self!
Zi Shan Kun’s face darkened, shrouded in violet mist yet exuding gloom. He was both shocked and furious. This enemy, this fallen star, possessed such power!
Between the fingers of Zi Shan Kun’s right hand, crimson blood seeped—a result of his clash with Shi Hao, a brutal contest of Flesh body.
In that moment, the pain had pierced his bones, his fist feeling as if it had shattered. Since youth, he had cultivated a Purple-Golden Form, and after merging with Primordial Violet Qi, he had surpassed limits.
Even body refiners struggled to match him. He possessed an indestructible physique—yet Shi Hao had bested him in Flesh body.
Though their clash had been brief, a mere instant, it revealed a terrifying truth: Shi Hao defied all rumors!
At this moment, Da Xu Tuo sighed. His skin, yellow like gilded foil, bore a plain appearance as he clasped his hands and softly chanted a monk’s mantra, his expression Complex.
On the ground, his alms bowl lay shattered into dozens of pieces, destroyed by Shi Hao’s single palm strike—an ancient artifact, gone just like that.
His heart was anything but calm. How strong must Huang’s Flesh body be? Perhaps rivaling that of the most renowned ancient monk from the Immortal Ancient Era, matching his youthful prime!
According to the scriptures Da Xu Tuo had studied, one of the supreme monks of antiquity, in his youth, had proclaimed himself a Buddha, cultivating a six-foot golden body—indestructible, invincible!
“Remarkable. In terms of Flesh body combat, few in history could compare,” Da Xu Tuo said.
This statement sent shockwaves through the crowd. Such high praise only deepened the awe for Huang’s terrifying prowess.
The book boy, pale-faced, shrank back, his expression Complex. He dared not speak recklessly now, fearing repercussions.
After all, everyone knew that once Huang turned “reckless,” there was nothing he wouldn’t do. Rumor had it that the top disciple of an immortal lineage, the prodigy skilled in Dark Demon Fist and Cross Divine Path, Feng Xing Tian, had died at Huang’s hands.
All because the Feng Clan had incited Yuan Qing to obstruct Shi Hao, exiling him for ten years, sowing deep enmity.
If he dared kill the top disciple of an immortal lineage, what wouldn’t he dare do?
“Zi Shan, still want to fight me? And you, the plump girl—still insisting I leave this place? As for you, bald monk, your golden bowl is truly unimpressive!” Shi Hao declared.
The crowd outside petrified, not daring to utter a word.
This was A blatant provocation. After a brief clash, Huang remained unsatisfied, still provoking. Was he planning to suppress three supreme beings alone?
A momentary exchange didn’t equate to prolonged combat against three.
What was Huang planning? To fight one against three—or even four? If so, how audacious! Among the younger generation, who could claim such dominance?
Likely no one would dare say they could stand above all, suppressing every other young supreme being!
“You’re Provocation. Do you know the consequences of challenging all three of us? Seeking death?!” Zi Shan Kun roared, his words laced with fury and shame, his Suffocating anger demanding release.
” Provocation? I just want to suppress you!” Shi Hao’s hair cascaded loosely, his eyes gleaming with divine light, piercing souls.
The crowd erupted at his words!
This was terrifying. Was Huang about to accomplish such a feat? Returning, he would battle multiple supreme beings alone!
At this moment, everyone was Astonishinged, overcome with Sigh.
“The king has returned!” Many thought. Shi Hao’s three-year disappearance wasn’t the start of his decline—it was Dormant, awaiting a triumphant return.
“Kill!”
No more words were needed. Zi Shan Kun, enraged, attacked with his ultimate techniques, aiming to annihilate the slender figure before him.
Boom!
Simultaneously, Moonlight erupted from Shi Hao’s body, as if he himself were a seed brimming with infinite vitality, suffused with the aura of the Great Dao.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pressed down on Zi Shan Kun—a move of majestic dominance!
“You—!” Zi Shan Kun was both shocked and furious at the Disdain.
With a deafening crash, Shi Hao’s simple press unleashed unparalleled destructive force, shattering the void as it clashed with Zi Shan Kun’s Primordial Violet Qi, tearing apart the heavens.
“Slash!”
Zi Shan Kun retreated, bellowing as he unleashed a barrage of Primordial Violet Qi-formed divine swords, all slashing toward Shi Hao’s Flesh body.
The battlefield crumbled, space fracturing everywhere.
Yet amidst the ruins, Moonlight shimmered. Shi Hao stood untouched, as if Invulnerable to All Spells, sovereign and impervious.
He raised his hand, striking out with palm after palm, Shattering every Purple Mist sword, dispersing them into harmless violet mist.
“He… can Confrontation perfect seeds barehanded?!” Gasps arose from the distance.
“Plump girl, care to join?” From the center of the ruins, Shi Hao stood alone in the void, eyeing Lan Xian before reaching out to grab her.
His hand, large as a winnowing basket, sought to envelop her graceful form and haul her back.
“Little thief, how dare you!” Lan Xian, flustered and enraged, darted away, her lithe body emitting azure light as she unleashed her supreme power.
Boom!
Next, Shi Hao turned his assault on Da Xu Tuo, truly engaging all three in battle!
“Why? Without a flawless ancient seed, how? Unless… it’s that legendary path?” Some pondered, baffled.
“The king has returned. After three years… Huang rises anew. Who dares oppose him?!” At this moment, the disciples of the Heavenly Deity Institution trembled with excitement, nearly speechless.
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