Shi Hao had arrived, and the moment he appeared, all eyes were upon him!
After being taken away by the Heavenly Deities of several clans, he had rarely been seen. Many had heard of his name, but few had ever laid eyes on his true form.
“So this is the legendary ‘Huang’—just a graceful young man. How could he have achieved such glorious feats? He has already endured the most formidable heavenly tribulation, destined to be etched into the annals of history!”
Many whispered among themselves. To most, Huang was a name that thundered in their ears, his fame immense, yet only a fraction had ever seen him in person.
Today, his true form appeared here, causing a sensation.
Not long ago, he had shattered myths, successfully overcoming his tribulation and causing the fall of seven Heavenly Deities—an earth-shattering feat that had become the focal point of heated discussions among all clans.
With such achievements and glorious exploits, wherever he went, he was destined to be the center of attention. It was impossible for him not to draw eyes!
“Truly, heroes emerge from the young! He’s even younger than I imagined. How did he cultivate to this level? He isn’t some ancient freak who accumulated power over time—he rose in a single lifetime, soaring to the heavens!”
Some marveled, and even his enemies had to admit it. Shi Hao had crushed all opponents in his path, unrivaled in his cultivation journey—a prodigy rarely seen in all of history.
“Such figures have appeared in history before, but most perished prematurely. Of those who remain, only a handful like Ning Chuan and the Ten Crown King still exist—though even they are suspected to have fallen.”
People sighed. As long as Huang didn’t meet an early end, his future was unimaginable, his achievements boundless.
Rising in a single lifetime, surpassing all peers—this was a legend, a true young king who sought no equal and could challenge all geniuses of his era!
“Hmm, they say Huang’s cultivation is formidable, but who knew he was also so handsome?” Many young women in the crowd gazed at him.
“Ah! He just looked at me, hehe.”
“Don’t be delusional! He was looking at the arena, not you. Unless someone like the Dragon Fairy or the Demoness arrives, it’s unlikely he’d notice you.”
The girls chattered, their eyes sparkling as they teased one another, lively and cheerful.
Of course, there were also many who harbored hostility, but none dared show it. Huang’s battle records were too terrifying—he had slain ancient freaks like the Fallen God Child, Jun Dao, and the Ancient Sacred Son. It was downright frightening.
Shi Hao gazed ahead, his heart unsettled. Several years had passed since he entered the Immortal Ancient, and he was now twenty. Compared to previous cycles, this time was far too short—the final battle was approaching too quickly.
The massive arena, carved with the marks of time yet remaining indestructible, stood tall in the void. It would be the stage for the young supremes to compete!
Shi Hao did not immediately step onto the stage. Instead, he sat cross-legged, observing.
“What a pity that we natives of the Immortal Ancient cannot ascend. Otherwise, we could participate too!” Some locals expressed regret.
“Who dares to fight me?” On the arena, the Three-Headed Hellhound roared, unaware that Shi Hao had arrived.
Many turned to look at Shi Hao, only to find him calm and unmoved.
“Eh? Have you noticed? Huang’s complexion doesn’t look right—he’s thinner, and his skin lacks luster.” Someone pointed out in surprise.
“Indeed. Could he be injured? How did that happen?” This sparked intense curiosity. Who could have wounded him?
The crowd grew restless. Many strong cultivators’ eyes gleamed—this might be their chance. If Huang had suffered an accident and couldn’t fight, that would be… absolutely perfect!
People stared at him for a long time, but he did not rise or step onto the stage.
This made many hearts stir. They became increasingly convinced that something was wrong with Huang. Otherwise, given his current momentum, stepping onto the stage would have suffocated all opponents with his presence.
“Does no one dare to fight me?” The Three-Headed Hellhound was baffled. No one was stepping forward. It felt dizzy for a moment but quickly realized—it definitely wasn’t the one intimidating the crowd.
“Huang… you!” Finally, it spotted Shi Hao. Having once seen his true appearance, it panicked, nearly jumping off the arena.
Shi Hao smiled at it but did not ascend, easing its nerves slightly.
“I’ll face you!” A figure leaped onto the stage—a golden-winged Yaksha, its body gleaming with golden light, a spear in hand.
“Good! As long as it’s not Lord Huang, I’ll oblige!” the Three-Headed Hellhound declared.
The crowd inwardly cursed—this mutt knew how to flatter, subtly praising Shi Hao without seeming obvious.
“Dog demon, just get down!” The golden-winged Yaksha roared, thrusting its spear forward. The air exploded as the weapon tore through space.
This was a True God, its power overwhelming, making many gasp.
The Three-Headed Hellhound howled. Its left head spewed black flames—Hellfire, capable of incinerating deities—while its right head spat a stream of yellow liquid—Yellow Springs Water, capable of dissolving gods and demons.
Fire and water intertwined as the two heads launched a combined assault against the golden spear.
“Boom!”
The golden-winged Yaksha bellowed, its right hand gripping the spear while its left raised a massive shield, glowing brilliantly. Countless symbols surged forth, blocking the flames and Yellow Springs Water.
“Die!”
Its spear struck like a viper, aiming for the center head’s brow.
“Clang!”
The Three-Headed Hellhound swiped a massive claw, deflecting the spear in a shower of sparks. Meanwhile, its central head spat a crimson lightning bolt that traveled along the spear toward the Yaksha.
“Annihilate!” The Yaksha roared, its body erupting with golden runes that surged forward like a river to counter the lightning.
Thus, the battle raged fiercely. Despite their divine might and True God-level power, the ancient arena remained unshaken, undamaged.
After a hundred exchanges, the Three-Headed Hellhound roared. All three heads glowed, their brows splitting open to reveal vertical eyes that shot terrifying runic beams, piercing the golden-winged Yaksha.
“Bang!”
Half of the Yaksha’s body shattered as it fled, barely escaping death by leaping off the arena.
People had to admit—the Three-Headed Hellhound was formidable. It hadn’t been the first to ascend without reason. It was indeed a rare powerhouse of its kind.
“I dedicate this victory to the great Lord Huang, whom I revere!” The Three-Headed Hellhound shamelessly declared.
Shi Hao was stunned, then chuckled.
The crowd inwardly cursed—this bootlicker had no shame, spouting such shameless words. Its face was thicker than a city wall.
“I challenge you!” A blood-red ancient tree stretched its branches, leaping onto the stage.
This was an Ironblood Ancient Tree, its gnarled branches like coiling dragons, its crimson leaves fluttering like flying swords as they slashed forward.
“Woof! Woof! Woof!” The Three-Headed Hellhound barked madly, its body ablaze with Hellfire. After a fierce battle, it set the ancient tree aflame.
It had won again, drawing astonished gazes.
Thus, it went on an astonishing twenty-nine-win streak, stunning everyone. Who knew this mutt was so strong?
“One more victory for thirty, and I’ll dedicate it all to the great Lord Huang!” it fawned obnoxiously.
“Your streak ends here!” A massive Pi Xiu leaped onto the stage, its blood qi surging like a mountain as it glared at the hound.
This time, the Three-Headed Hellhound lost, nearly slain before barely escaping the arena, ending its legendary streak.
Just then, news arrived from afar—a certain realm was quaking violently, its disturbances intensifying. Someone outside was frantically attacking the spatial rifts, trying to break in.
Shi Hao sighed. Time was pressing. He had to step up now, swiftly crush his opponents, and seize the opportunity!
“Ah! Lord Huang has avenged me! Praise the supreme young king!” The Three-Headed Hellhound groveled shamelessly.
Shi Hao ascended the stage, causing an uproar!
The Pi Xiu’s eyes gleamed savagely, but it did not retreat. It charged forward, spewing a deadly beam of light and unleashing a secret treasure.
“Crack!”
To the crowd’s shock, Shi Hao caught the treasure with one hand and crushed it with a squeeze. Then, he flicked a finger—a golden rune transformed into a willow leaf and slashed out.
“Pfft!”
Blood sprayed as the Pi Xiu screamed, its heart pierced. It immediately begged for mercy, terrified.
Shi Hao waved a hand, flinging it off the stage.
With just one move, he had awed everyone. This was sheer dominance—suppressing a primordial beast like the Pi Xiu with a single gesture.
“Eh? Wait, why is he sitting cross-legged on the stage?”
“Look! His face is as pale as gold—he looks terrible!”
People gasped, realizing Shi Hao’s condition was worsening. His body trembled slightly, and a trickle of blood seeped from his lips.
“Boom!”
The crowd erupted. Everyone now knew—Shi Hao was in trouble. Something was wrong with him.
“This is our chance!”
This revelation excited many. Otherwise, who could oppose him? Now, hope had emerged.
“Lord Huang, I seek guidance!” A Violet-Gold Swan spread its wings, landing on the stage in human form to challenge Shi Hao.
“Very well, come.” Shi Hao wiped the blood from his lips and faced the divine bird.
“Then here I come!” The Violet-Gold Swan screeched, spitting a violet-gold sword—its beak transformed—while its wings slashed through the air toward Shi Hao.
Shi Hao remained seated, merely extending a massive hand that smashed forward like a collapsing house.
“Bang!”
Both the sword and the swan were sent flying, blood spraying from its beak.
“Lord Huang, spare me! I concede!” The swan cried, fleeing immediately.
Shi Hao did not pursue it, but his body swayed. Golden flames erupted around him—his essence blood was burning, rapidly depleting.
“Eh? What’s happening? He’s burning his life essence! Has his injury worsened to this extent?”
“His body is in grave condition. He wants to defeat all opponents swiftly to seize the opportunity. If we delay, he might collapse on the stage himself.”
Many rejoiced—this was the best news they could hope for.
For a moment, no one ascended the stage, waiting for him to falter.
Yet, after a while, runes flickered on the arena.
“What? That counts as a win for him?” People deciphered the runes’ meaning.
If no one challenged him within a short time, it would count as a victory.
This couldn’t continue. Especially for those hostile to Shi Hao—they couldn’t let him win so easily.
“No problem. Send some people up to fight him, then concede at the last moment. He doesn’t seem to be killing.” Many conspired in secret.
Thus, over the next dozen battles, though none could shake Shi Hao, his condition worsened. He was burning his essence too fiercely, his body withering as blood flames wreathed him.
He spared over a dozen challengers, not killing any.
But soon, Shi Hao frowned, his gaze turning cold. In the eighteenth battle, he flicked a finger—a golden willow leaf shot forth, piercing his opponent’s brow and sending a corpse crashing to the ground.
“He killed! A strong cultivator has fallen!” The crowd gasped.
Clearly, the true brutality had begun. Anyone stepping up now would have to weigh the risks.
By this point, Shi Hao’s blood flames burned even fiercer. His body withered rapidly, nearing skin-and-bones condition.
“He really might be done for!”
This was the crowd’s verdict, and many grew excited.
Yet, even so, none dared ascend lightly. A dying camel was still larger than a horse—they feared being slain.
“No! We must send more to exhaust him, worsen his injuries. We can’t let him win a hundred battles. This is our only chance to eliminate—or even kill—him!” Someone growled.
But who would volunteer? This likely required sacrificing lives.
“Let’s draw lots! Whoever is chosen must challenge him!”
Many hostile forces gathered, resorting to such ruthless tactics. Some truly feared nothing.
Of course, many had escape methods, confident they could flee at the last moment.
Thus, challengers ascended one after another. Shi Hao’s body grew frailer, his strikes less lethal. By his fifty-fourth win, he had only slain half his opponents, the rest fleeing the stage.
“Brothers, our chance is here!”
They had to stop Huang now, while he was weakened. Otherwise, none could compete for the opportunity.
Seventieth, eightieth…
Though swaying unsteadily, Shi Hao had won eighty-five straight battles, shocking the entire Immortal Ancient.
“Everyone, we’ve invited an expert—one who fears not Huang’s speed. At worst, he can escape. Lend him your strongest treasures!”
Shi Hao sat cross-legged, sensing his own frailty. His blood burned, his body withering further.
In the eighty-sixth battle, he faced a familiar foe—Lightning Child.
Back in the Yuan Heaven Secret Realm, Shi Hao had once slain him. But in that world, some prodigies possessed Beast Tooth Life Talismans, allowing them to revive once.
“Huang, we meet again. But your condition seems poor,” Lightning Child said coldly.
“Indeed. Do you still have a Beast Tooth Life Talisman?” Shi Hao asked.
“This time, worry about yourself!” Lightning Child retorted. Without hesitation, a mysterious rune blazed on his brow, unleashing a torrent of lightning.
“You know I just survived heavenly tribulation, right? Lightning means nothing to me,” Shi Hao sneered.
Lightning Child ignored him, hurling over a dozen treasures—all ignited, their power erupting to drown the ancient arena.
Shi Hao’s expression turned grave. These exploding treasures posed a real threat.
“Whoosh!”
For the first time, Shi Hao moved, no longer sitting still.
“Huang, die!” Lightning Child roared, tossing another dozen treasures.
Again and again, the crowd watched in awe as Lightning Child sacrificed dozens of priceless artifacts.
Yet, Shi Hao remained unharmed. None of the explosions could touch him.
Lightning Child despaired. A proud prodigy, he now felt even more defeated than in the Yuan Heaven Secret Realm.
He turned to flee, knowing he stood no chance.
“Let’s end this,” Shi Hao said.
His arm glowed as a golden willow branch, like a chain of order, lashed out with blinding speed, catching the lightning-wreathed fugitive.
“No!”
Lightning Child screamed, struggling violently.
“Pfft!”
The golden branch pierced his body, shredding his soul.
The crowd was stunned. Lightning Child, slain so easily? Huang was truly invincible.
Ninety-first, ninety-second…
Shi Hao’s streak continued. None could stop him!
The crowd was dumbfounded. Even in such dire condition, was there truly no one who could halt his march to victory?
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