Chapter 973: Unleashing the Slaughter

Whoosh!

A sword beam shot into the sky as Shi Hao drew the Great Luo Immortal Sword and slashed forward like a rainbow piercing the sun.

With a soft *thud*, a golden divine ape was instantly cleaved in two, its corpse collapsing to the ground.

The sudden turn of events stunned the crowd—Huang had taken the initiative to strike!

That ancient ape was clearly a descendant of one of the Seven Heavenly Deities, yet it had been swiftly executed.

To think that Huang, who was already grievously wounded and on the brink of death, unable to even defend his position, could still unleash such overwhelming force—killing with a single stroke.

The earlier clamor and uproar instantly died down as everyone stood frozen in shock.

A chill ran down many spines. That golden divine ape had been a peak True God, yet it had been slain in a single slash.

Just how much strength did Huang still possess? He struck without hesitation, utterly fearless.

The next moment, the area erupted into noise again as many began to murmur, their eyes locked onto him.

“You dare commit murder? Instead of facing your challengers, you slaughter the descendants of our Immortal Ancient’s Heavenly Deities for no reason?!” someone roared, accusing Shi Hao.

“You think I don’t know it was you who incited others to attack me, offering bounties from the shadows?!” Shi Hao replied coldly.

Whoosh!

Another sword beam flashed. The creature who had just spoken, reprimanded, and accused Shi Hao let out a shriek as blood sprayed—his head was severed.

The crowd shuddered, breaking into an uproar.

Huang was far too ruthless. That person had merely spoken out, yet he had been slain with a single stroke.

“This is too much! Huang, do you even know where you are?”

“How dare you slaughter our Immortal Ancient descendants so wantonly? Fellow Daoists, let us join forces and subdue him!”

“This man is a savage—he must be executed!”

The descendants of the Seven Heavenly Deities shouted in fury, rallying those around them to attack Huang.

At the same time, they secretly transmitted messages, urging the bounty hunters to strike immediately and eliminate Huang.

“Well done, Huang! Those Immortal Ancient remnants are nothing—cut them down without wasting words!”

“Indeed! This is the valor of our Upper Realm’s Three Thousand Provinces! Kill those who dare speak nonsense!”

Many voices echoed in the shadows, their owners hidden.

Their intentions were malicious—stirring the flames, hoping to escalate the conflict and drown Shi Hao in a sea of enemies.

“Demons lurking in the shadows—do you think I don’t know where you hide?” Shi Hao roared.

He soared into the air and unleashed a single sword strike. Dozens of rainbow-like beams erupted, and in an instant, screams filled the air.

Amid the crowd, dozens were pierced—half died instantly, while the rest were grievously wounded, sent flying in a bloody mess.

“Huang, have you gone mad? Attacking the Immortal Ancient remnants is one thing, but now you slaughter your own from the Three Thousand Provinces?!” someone cried out.

“Remnants of the Divine Temple—you dare call yourselves my kin?” Shi Hao sneered, swinging his sword again. With a *thud*, the accuser’s head rolled to the ground.

Blood sprayed, staining the void crimson.

Everyone was stunned. Huang was too terrifying—slaying his foes openly without hesitation, decisive and ruthless.

Shi Hao paused, leaning on his sword as he gasped for breath. He felt utterly drained. Had his vitality been at its peak, none would have survived those strikes—all would have perished.

The remnants of the Fire Cloud Cave, Demon Dragon Dao Gate, Devil Sunflower Garden, and Netherworld shouted from a distance.

“Everyone, what are you waiting for? Kill him! He’s on the verge of death—now’s the time to finish him!”

Some responded, stirring the crowd, shouting from afar.

Meanwhile, the descendants of the Seven Heavenly Deities cursed Shi Hao, listing his crimes and rallying experts with hefty bounties to advance.

Others took advantage of the chaos, sneaking closer, waiting for Shi Hao to exhaust himself before ambushing him to steal his immortal seed.

“Step back, you juniors!” an expert of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan bellowed.

“Elder of the Soul Clan, your bias is too blatant! We are challenging him openly—Huang accepted and struck first. Why do you interfere?” one of the Seven Heavenly Deities’ descendants retorted.

“Eight-Armed Soul Clan, do you side with outsiders and trample the dignity of our Immortal Ancient descendants?” Silver Kun of the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan added fuel to the fire.

They knew their relationship with Shi Hao was beyond repair—even if he survived his tribulation, he would never share his lightning tribulation liquid with them.

“Exactly! Why protect an outsider? We are challenging him fairly!” another voice rang out.

The remnants of the Fire Cloud Cave, Celestial Nation, Divine Temple, and Devil Sunflower Garden mixed with the natives, creating chaos.

In the shadows, killers advanced, their murderous intent surging.

“Fellow Daoist, you must judge fairly—do not show favoritism,” an elder from the native faction spoke up, clearly summoned by the Seven Heavenly Deities and the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan.

“I accept the challenge. Come, if you dare!” Shi Hao declared.

“Young friend!” The Eight-Armed Soul Clan expert grew anxious.

Other powerful clans, fearing for Shi Hao’s safety—still counting on him to lift their curses—moved to protect him.

“Fear not. I’m fine. Let them temper me—consider it recycling trash,” Shi Hao said bluntly, enraging many.

How arrogant!

Huang, on the brink of death, still dared to belittle them—it was intolerable.

“Elders, if I go on a rampage, can you handle the aftermath?” Shi Hao asked, his gaze icy as he scanned the crowd.

The Eight-Armed Soul Clan expert was taken aback. “Kill as you will. We fear no one. But your body…”

Since their ancestor regained sanity, the Eight-Armed Soul Clan feared no faction. Many great clans stood with them, protecting Huang—they had no reason to fear offending anyone.

As for the Seven Heavenly Deities’ descendants? Their ancestors were dead—their offspring posed no threat.

The only concern was Shi Hao’s condition, though he had long claimed this was part of his cultivation.

“Good. Then I have no reservations!” Shi Hao said, staggering forward with the Great Luo Immortal Sword.

“Deploy the death squads! Kill him now! Let’s see how long he lasts! Drag his corpse to me like a dead dog!” Silver Kun gritted his teeth, issuing orders in secret.

Whoosh!

Shi Hao moved. His sword lashed toward Silver Kun’s group, bypassing the loudmouths to target the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan.

Blood sprayed as eight were slain in a single stroke.

Silver Kun barely escaped—the sword grazed him, sending chills down his spine. Had he not retreated in time, he would have died.

“Huang! You dare attack me, provoke the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan?!” he exclaimed in shock. They were far away, and their whispers had been soft—how had Huang heard?

“What of it? Didn’t I thrash you on Soul Island before?” Shi Hao retorted, advancing with his sword.

The crowd erupted. Many hadn’t known of this incident. The Silverblood Demon Tree Clan was a sacred lineage—who would dare provoke them?

“You—!” Silver Kun burned with humiliation.

“You hid there, whispering, inciting others against me. Did you learn nothing from last time? Today, I’ll finish you!” Shi Hao declared.

The crowd gasped—Huang was too ruthless.

The Eight-Armed Soul Clan and the Beauty Clan sighed. Huang was a troublemaker—they realized he had been biding his time to kill Silver Kun.

“Kill him! Chop him into a dead dog!” Silver Kun, now desperate, summoned his death squads.

Whoosh!

Shi Hao’s sword swept sideways, felling a group of attackers.

“You from the Three Thousand Provinces—inciting chaos and attacking me? You’re worse than Silver Kun!” Shi Hao spat.

“Charge!” many shouted.

“Come, trash! Let me temper myself on you!” Shi Hao taunted. Though he had been swaying earlier, now his flesh glowed.

Deep within his body, strands of crimson light ignited—remnants of his Supreme Blood!

This essence, nearly impossible to exhaust, had been sealed within him. He had hesitated to burn it all, fearing it might never return.

But now, he made his choice—burn everything, even the last dregs of Supreme Blood, to achieve rebirth. Like a withered tree reviving, aligning with the Willow Deity’s teachings.

For the long term, this was the best path!

With the Supreme Blood’s remnants unleashed, Shi Hao became unstoppable—like a true dragon emerging from the abyss.

Screams filled the air as Shi Hao blazed like a furnace, Supreme Blood boiling, flames wreathing his body.

He charged recklessly, using his foes as whetstones to accelerate the Supreme Blood’s consumption, slaughtering freely.

His sword felled death squads by the hundreds. In a flash, he closed the gap to Silver Kun, shrouded in three immortal auras.

“You—you can’t kill me!” Silver Kun panicked, his courage shattered from their last encounter.

“Who do you think you are? Why can’t I kill you?” Shi Hao swung his sword.

Silver Kun roared, unleashing all his treasures—but it was futile. The blade split his skull, reducing him to a bloody mist.

“And you—I lured your ancestors into the heavenly tribulation to kill them. Why would I fear you?”

Shi Hao charged into the Seven Heavenly Deities’ descendants like a tiger among wolves. His reincarnation technique unleashed waves of time, reducing flesh to bone.

This wasn’t a battle—it was a massacre!

“Run!” Terror gripped the crowd. The gap was too vast.

“Where to? Remnants of the Divine Temple, Devil Sunflower Garden, Fire Cloud Cave—I spared you once, yet you return? Die!”

Like a roc, Shi Hao soared, striking in all directions. The instigators paled, falling one by one.

No one had expected the dying Huang to erupt with such ferocity.

Soon, the field was littered with over a thousand corpses. Most of the loudmouths lay dead at his feet.

Shi Hao didn’t stop. Burning his Supreme Blood madly, his power surged as he slaughtered relentlessly.

This battle would later be recalled with dread. So-called geniuses and experts were like poultry before Huang—slaughtered without resistance.

Hidden Heavenly Deities arrived, but the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, Beauty Clan, and Centaur Clan stood firm, blocking them.

By the end, silence reigned. The uninvolved had fled, watching in horror as the battlefield became a slaughterhouse.

Then, Shi Hao’s blood energy finally exhausted. He sat cross-legged, motionless as if extinguished.

Around him, blood pooled, corpses piled—a scene that shook the heavens.

A slaughterhouse, with a lone figure meditating amidst the carnage.

Boom!

One last tremor—his faint life force vanished. He seemed truly dead.

The Eight-Armed Soul Clan tensed.

But soon, a wisp of vitality returned. First, his arms—once withered—now gleamed gold, brimming with life!