Lan Meng left behind a blurry afterimage in his original spot, vanishing like an illusory phantom before abruptly reappearing right before Shi Hao.
**Boom!**
His right hand rose, blazing with brilliance, transforming into a massive golden millstone—this was the Crimson Gold Hand, a renowned and formidable treasure spell.
The void trembled under its pressure, the very space around them quaking violently!
Though everyone knew Lan Meng was no match for Huang, witnessing this spectacle was still shocking—his palm force was overwhelmingly powerful.
This level of strength was terrifying. Anyone else caught in its path would surely be reduced to dust. The golden millstone was inscribed with countless intricate bone-glyphs, their complexity reaching an extreme.
Lan Meng sneered. The Crimson Gold Hand was profound—he had once sparred with Jin Yun, forcing her to cough up blood.
He believed this youth was stronger than Jin Yun, but not by an insurmountable margin. After all, the Ten Crown Kings and the Banished Immortals were excluded from this confrontation. This boy was none of them—he couldn’t possess heaven-defying methods.
Unfortunately, he was doomed to disappointment.
Of course, he didn’t realize it yet, for he saw Shi Hao casually raise his palm and swing it toward him.
**”Such carelessness—do you really think you can oppose me?”** He scoffed, convinced Shi Hao was courting death.
Lan Meng let out a sharp cry, and the golden millstone in his palm blazed even brighter, its runes multiplying several times over. He was determined to end this in one strike, establishing his dominance here.
Thus, he forcibly elevated his power, even at the cost of burning his innate essence.
He was cautious—after all, Jin Yun had lost. He knew this opponent wasn’t simple, so he held nothing back.
**”Boom!”**
A deafening explosion echoed as golden light scattered, accompanied by a muffled groan. A figure sprayed blood from his mouth and nose, sent flying backward.
Wang Yang, who had been observing from the rear with an inscrutable expression, now twitched at the corner of his mouth. He could almost feel Lan Meng’s pain.
Because Lan Meng had been swatted away like a fly by an earthen-yellow giant hand—the sheer force of it was terrifying.
**”Ah—!”**
Lan Meng crashed into a distant mountain peak, sending rocks flying and trees snapping, dust billowing into the air. His entire body ached as if his bones were about to shatter.
He was dazed. What just happened? It felt like he’d been rammed by a primordial behemoth—his bones creaked and groaned, several of them broken.
His chest felt heavy, his organs damaged, every inch of his body bleeding.
This was absurd! Even if he’d been trampled by a frenzied ancient demonic elephant, it wouldn’t have been this bad!
The others were stunned. They knew Shi Hao was powerful, but this was still horrifying to witness!
That was Lan Meng—a supremely powerful cultivator, wielding a mighty treasure spell, his momentum unstoppable. Yet he’d been sent flying with a single slap!
Even Lan Meng was dumbfounded, let alone the onlookers.
**”Ah—!”** Lan Meng roared, his blood and qi boiling like flames as he rose from the rubble, his aura even fiercer than before.
He was no ordinary man—like a phoenix reborn from fire, his bones crackled as they realigned, his flesh regenerating. At the peak of Heavenly Deity Realm, his resilience was undeniable.
At this level, severed limbs could regrow, let alone injuries far less severe.
**”Who are you? I underestimated you. This isn’t over!”** Lan Meng’s eyes burned red. Around him, ten heavenly caves manifested, each containing a slumbering divine embryo encased in a cocoon, waiting to emerge.
This was a fusion of the Cave Heaven and Transformation Realms—his attempt at transcending the conventional path.
Shi Hao was intrigued. This man had some interesting ideas, prompting him to observe more closely.
**”Die!”**
Lan Meng unleashed his ultimate technique. Humiliated before so many, he refused to back down, even at the cost of his vitality.
From the ten heavenly caves, the divine embryos emerged as the cocoons split apart, releasing blinding radiance.
Then, all the cocoons shattered—ten divine embryos awakened, their eyes opening like sacred idols enshrined in ancient temples, majestic and divine.
**”Boom!”**
The moment their gazes locked onto Shi Hao, their eyes flashed like lightning, their hands forming seals as they launched a coordinated assault.
**”Sacrificial power?”** Shi Hao was startled. He sensed something eerie—Lan Meng’s ten divine embryos seemed to be invoking an ancient ritual, summoning forgotten entities through their birth.
**”Perish!”** Lan Meng roared, his immortal qi intertwining with the ten embryos, as if offering them tribute, amplifying their solemnity.
The force was staggering. The ten embryos channeled a bizarre and esoteric power, drawing from the void and the ends of the world.
It was as if ten demonic progenitors had truly revived!
Shi Hao snorted. He didn’t even move. Above his head, three grand Dao blossoms bloomed, resonating with ancient scriptures.
*The Dao begets One, One begets Two, Two begets Three…*
This was the most primal truth manifesting. The three Dao blossoms swayed, their brilliance illuminating all. *Three begets all things*—rules surged like springs, divine chains of order weaving densely.
For a moment, divine light cascaded like water, immortal mist swirling as radiant splendor poured forth, sweeping over the ten divine embryos.
**”Ah—!”**
Lan Meng screamed. This time, the damage was catastrophic. He had unleashed his strongest move, expecting to suppress the youth—only for all ten embryos to be severed, his heavenly caves cracking, nearly exploding!
**”Boom!”**
Lan Meng was sent flying again, three of his caves shattering mid-air, divine radiance erupting in a terrifying spectacle.
Pale-faced, he couldn’t rise. The injuries were too severe—rebuilding his heavenly caves would be near impossible. He felt worse than death.
**”Seems you won’t be taking that Immortal Gold Arrow either,”** Jin Yun remarked, gloating. She knew he had only acted out of greed, not to help her.
Lan Meng, who had already coughed up blood earlier, now spat out several more mouthfuls—this time from sheer rage. This vile woman had tricked him!
That youth, with three Dao blossoms above his head, was a young supreme being. How could Lan Meng possibly contend? Unless he entered the Sacred Academy and transcended fully.
Yet Jin Yun had deliberately withheld this, egging him on to fight for the Immortal Gold Arrow. Lan Meng felt like a fool, challenging a supreme expert with three immortal qi.
**”You venomous witch!”** Lan Meng snarled at Jin Yun.
**”You were just too greedy!”** Jin Yun sneered.
**”And you—what now?”** Shi Hao turned to Wang Yang, blocking his retreat.
**”I… am no match for you,”** Wang Yang muttered. His bare upper body, muscles coiled like serpents, exuded a wild, untamed aura.
But now, he lowered his head, all arrogance gone in the face of Shi Hao.
**”How do you know without trying? Didn’t you say the Immortal Gold Arrow belongs in the Ninth Heaven? But one day, I’ll take it to the lower realm,”** Shi Hao said coolly.
Wang Yang’s expression darkened. He resented the onlookers—why had no one warned him earlier? Now he was cornered.
**”If you don’t use your immortal qi, I’ll fight you!”** he finally declared. Backed into a corner, refusing would cost him all dignity.
**”Do your worst.”** Shi Hao retracted his three immortal qi and strode forward.
Wang Yang’s eyes flashed with cold lightning, his wild and frenzied aura erupting like a flood bursting through a dam or a true dragon emerging from the abyss.
In an instant, scorching yang energy engulfed the surroundings, the very air threatening to melt. Nearby rocks liquefied into magma—the sheer force was horrifying.
Even Shi Hao was surprised. This man’s blood and qi were astonishingly potent—not on his level, but still remarkable.
Wang Yang’s arms moved like a beast’s as he formed seals and lunged at Shi Hao.
Shi Hao stood unmoving, a luminous barrier—his sole heavenly cave—encircling him. No matter how ferociously Wang Yang attacked, he remained untouched.
**”Boom!”**
The heavens and earth shook. Countless seals, treasure spells, and bone-glyphs bombarded Shi Hao, yet he stood unscathed.
Truly invincible—impervious to all techniques!
The sole heavenly cave was unbreakable.
Wang Yang’s lips twitched, his face bitter. Then—**”Boom!”**—he was blasted away, the sole heavenly cave flaring brilliantly.
His bones shattered under the recoil.
Now, both Wang Yang and Lan Meng realized who they were facing. Their hearts sank—they’d been utterly duped, and they wanted to kill Jin Yun.
They felt like fools. Challenging this man? It was suicide.
A man exiled by the supreme being Yuan Qing into the Primordial Ancient Mine—yet he had survived. How could they possibly defeat him?
But who could have guessed he’d return here? Their resentment burned.
**”Was it you in the Immortal Battlefield?”** Wang Yang asked bitterly, his beast-like intuition sensing the truth.
**”Yes,”** Shi Hao admitted.
**”You were the one by Wang Xi’s side?”** Wang Yang gasped.
**”Correct.”**
At this moment, not just Wang Yang, but Lan Meng, Yuan Teng, Jin Yun, and the others all froze in realization.
Who else could it be but Huang?
**”He killed the Three-Headed King! He slew the Void Beast! It was all Huang!”** someone shouted.
Earlier, many had doubted whether Wang Xi’s follower could have accomplished such feats. Now, it all made sense.
This was Huang—of course he had that power!
Moreover, he had openly defied the Wang Family without fear.
The crowd was in awe. Everything was clear now. This monstrously powerful figure had been in the academy all along.
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