Shi Hao desperately wanted to curse—did this man have no shame?
This was clearly a renowned elder, a super expert of unfathomable strength, someone with the potential to become a Supreme Being. Yet here he was, targeting a few juniors like them.
“Hmph, not speaking? You’ve got quite the backbone, young man. But I enjoy reshaping things. In time, your flesh will become that of a supreme powerhouse,” Feng Zhao said with a faint smile.
At this moment, he truly regarded Shi Hao as nothing more than an object. He wasn’t worried about any unexpected developments—with an expert of his caliber present, who could defy him?
“You’re despicable!” Shi Hao spat.
“Oh? No one has ever dared say that to me. They all address me respectfully as Marquis Feng,” Feng Zhao replied, his smile unchanging, leisurely and unhurried.
“Hypocrite! Shameless!” Shi Hao cursed.
“Uncle Feng, isn’t this going too far?” Yao Yue interjected, though not out of genuine concern for Shi Hao. She knew that if Shi Hao was the first, she and Xuan Kun would be next—perhaps even worse, given her rare beauty and the unsettling glint of desire she had noticed in Feng Zhao’s eyes earlier.
“What’s wrong with it? I treasure talent,” Feng Zhao said with a chuckle.
“Those of us who’ve cultivated three strands of immortal energy are rare across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. If we all vanish at once, it will undoubtedly cause chaos,” Xuan Kun argued.
“Oh? And what does that have to do with me? Who will even know I was here?” Feng Zhao dismissed the concern. Then, glancing at Feng Xing Tian, he added, “Perhaps it would be safer to erase my nephew’s memories of this entirely.”
Feng Xing Tian was stunned—his uncle was truly meticulous.
“The world is on the brink of chaos. Aren’t you afraid of inciting wrath by acting like this? Remember, we are meant to fight at the border, against the true enemies. To die unjustly at your hands—where is your conscience?” Yao Yue rebuked.
“This world is destined for chaos. No one can stop it. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths will collapse, and all great clans will turn to dust, unable to escape the fate of the Immortal Ancient Era,” Feng Zhao said coldly, his gaze profound. “Rest assured, I will use you to forge several peerless experts. You won’t need to go to the border—just protect me and a few of my clansmen.”
“You’re utterly vile! So selfish, so indifferent to the greater good—aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?!” Yao Yue snapped.
As they argued, Shi Hao’s consciousness sank into a cauldron within his body, communicating with the Golden Butterfly. What it told him was shocking!
“Well, enough talk. I’ve lost patience. This is the end of an era—most living beings will perish, and resistance against the otherworldly invaders is futile. In the end, all will be defeated, blood staining the wasteland,” Feng Zhao said, turning back toward Shi Hao. “In such a cruel world, clinging to righteousness is laughable. Selfishness is the only truth—survival is all that matters.”
“You’ll face divine retribution,” Shi Hao said, glaring at him.
“Divine retribution? A joke. What power does it hold?” Feng Zhao laughed, his face full of disdain.
“The retribution I speak of isn’t from some so-called heavens, but a force that will destroy you—one that will make you tremble,” Shi Hao said calmly, his gaze icy.
“Then bring it forth. Show me this ‘divine retribution’ of yours. Right now, those who submit prosper, those who resist perish. A junior like you has no say!” Feng Zhao declared arrogantly.
*Whoosh!*
A gentle breeze stirred nearby, and the spirit pool shimmered with auspicious light as mist spread.
“Hmm? Could this rotten butterfly still hold secrets?” Feng Zhao muttered, eyeing the pool. Then he turned to Shi Hao. “Go take a look.”
Shi Hao glanced at him but said nothing, stepping forward.
“Bring out that ancient butterfly,” Feng Zhao commanded.
That butterfly had once belonged to an unparalleled expert—perhaps it still held ancient scriptures or immortal artifacts. Feng Zhao was eager to see.
Shi Hao remained silent, standing at the edge of the pool.
“Even with three strands of immortal energy and extraordinary talent, you’re still just a fledgling, weak and fragile. How dare you defy me? Foolish brat, you don’t know death when it stares you in the face!” Feng Zhao’s expression darkened.
He reached out to grab Shi Hao, intending to humiliate and torture him.
But at that moment—
*Boom!*
The mist from the pool surged, carrying a putrid stench as the ancient butterfly, shrouded in chaos, shot toward Feng Zhao’s hand.
It was too fast—no one could react!
A deafening explosion followed as immortal mist billowed. Feng Zhao’s hand shattered into a bloody mist upon impact with the butterfly.
The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.
Feng Zhao himself paled, blood gushing from his severed wrist as he staggered back in disbelief.
For years, his cultivation had only grown stronger. As Marquis Feng, revered and exalted, who could injure him like this?
Yet a rotten butterfly had just torn off his right hand.
*Crack!*
Bones regrew at Feng Zhao’s wrist, flesh knitting back together. At his level, physical restoration was swift.
But he didn’t stop there—he retreated further, putting distance between himself and the butterfly. The abrupt attack had shaken him.
Even Yao Yue and Xuan Kun were stunned by the bizarre turn of events.
“A rotten butterfly—I thought it was some artifact. Did you really think this could stop me? How naive!” Feng Zhao sneered, though his face was dark with fury.
“Then come and try,” Shi Hao challenged.
“Fool! You’ll never grasp the chasm between us. A dead thing can’t cause trouble!” Feng Zhao roared, attacking again.
But the impossible happened once more.
The rotten butterfly moved with supernatural agility, slicing through the void in an instant and colliding with Feng Zhao.
Even he, a supreme expert, was forced back, a sense of dread creeping in.
Then—
The long-dead butterfly seemed to come alive, its wings fluttering lightly.
And with that motion—
*Boom!*
The heavens and earth split apart!
“No!” Feng Zhao screamed.
This was beyond terrifying.
The butterfly’s wings released strands of immortal light—power so overwhelming that even Feng Zhao could only tremble before it.
How? How could a corpse emit the aura of its past life? Was it still alive?
*Boom!*
With another flap of its wings, the sky shattered, and Feng Zhao coughed up blood, his face ashen.
Worst of all—
The butterfly was too fast.
It pounced, enveloping Feng Zhao completely.
“Ah—!”
Their collision was brutal.
Feng Zhao, a supreme powerhouse who had inspired fear in countless others, now wailed in agony.
*Splat!*
The moment the butterfly touched him, his body began disintegrating under its overwhelming pressure.
Though decayed and tattered, the butterfly still carried the aura of an immortal being. Even in death, it exuded immortal power—something no mortal could withstand.
“How… is this possible?!” Feng Zhao’s final roar was one of utter despair.
Then—
His body cracked, crumbling apart as the butterfly’s corruption spread.
*Boom!*
He exploded into nothingness.
Even his primordial spirit couldn’t escape—the butterfly’s wings reduced it to scattered light.
The others stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened.
The once-overbearing Feng Zhao had been erased in an instant.
The sheer terror of it sent chills down their spines.
After killing Feng Zhao, the butterfly calmly returned to the pool, settling back into its dormant state.
“What… just happened?” Yao Yue and Xuan Kun were dumbfounded.
They quickly realized—this would trigger a storm.
Marquis Feng was dead. If word spread, it would shake the entire Boundless Heaven.
This man had been a pillar of the Feng Clan, a candidate to inherit its legacy!
“Uncle!” Feng Xing Tian screamed.
To him, this was a nightmare—a rotten butterfly had obliterated a supreme expert in seconds.
*Boom!*
In the next moment, Shi Hao struck, launching a full-force assault on Feng Xing Tian.
Unnoticed by the others, a tiny golden butterfly slipped into the pool, approaching the ancient one.
Yao Yue and Xuan Kun didn’t intervene, still reeling from Feng Zhao’s bizarre death.
Feng Xing Tian, though strong, was severely injured and mentally shattered by his uncle’s demise.
He was completely outmatched.
*Thud!*
The Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art unfolded, and Feng Xing Tian’s chest was pierced clean through.
His body began to crumble—
Then exploded entirely.
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