Without hesitation, the Dark Divine Child, the ancient hunters of the Celestial Realm, Jun Dao, and others had laid a terrifying death trap for Shi Hao, waiting for him to step into it before striking him down.
Louis felt a chill run down his spine. Earlier, he had thought those factions were simply deranged, but now, as he calmed his mind and pondered, cold sweat broke out across his body.
This was deliberate!
“Even the slightest connection to you drives them to hunt us down, encircle the Snow Phoenix, and others—all to set up this death trap.”
Louis had realized it. Given the involvement of these people, Shi Hao would undoubtedly investigate, and once he arrived, he would step right into their scheme.
Those factions had ambushed Cao Yusheng, set traps for Qing Yi, and pursued Qin Hao—all of them close to Shi Hao. Once he learned of this, he would never sit idly by.
Luo Dao, Lan Yichen, Louis, and the others sensed an icy dread. The ancient kings were overwhelmingly powerful; even in a one-on-one duel, victory was uncertain. Now, with such ruthless planning, their determination to kill Shi Hao was terrifyingly strong!
“Cao Yusheng is unharmed, and Qing Yi has cultivated immortal qi—even if ambushed, she should be able to protect herself,” the Divine Striking Stone said.
The only concern now was Shi Hao’s younger brother. If captured, the consequences would be unthinkable. Shi Hao would never stand by, even if it meant leaping into a pit of fire.
“Seize the time—attack!” Shi Hao, leading the way, declared. Before any dire news arrived, he would strike first and overturn the board.
**Boom!**
In Azure Feather City, a deafening explosion erupted, sending violent energy ripples through the small world.
Shi Hao appeared, his fist descending like a meteor, obliterating the Dark Divine Palace. All remaining Netherworld forces were annihilated.
In the Verdant Spirit Realm, the Jun Tian Hall—a stronghold of Jun Dao’s followers—was reduced to ruins, its skies collapsing, its people wiped out.
**Swoosh!**
A dazzling sword light illuminated the Dustless Realm. Shi Hao, wielding the Great Luo Immortal Sword, cleaved through a hidden sanctuary of the Divine Temple, slaughtering all within.
Next, he arrived in the Blazing Flame Realm, where he decimated the Rock Demon Clan—a formidable faction allied with the Celestial Realm.
With the Immortal Gold Sword in hand, Shi Hao rampaged across countless small worlds, leaving a trail of fallen experts, severed heads, and splattered blood.
The Immortal Ancient trembled!
Across the realms, countless beings were shaken.
A single sword’s cold light illuminated ten worlds!
Huang had returned, striking with thunderous fury, slaughtering all linked to the Netherworld, the Celestial Realm, and the Divine Temple without mercy, staining the lands with blood.
“Too domineering! The moment he appears, he sweeps through dozens of small worlds, slaughtering until all tremble in fear—Huang is enraged!”
“Even with several freaks vowing to kill him, he dares to appear like this, answering blood with blood!”
The people whispered.
The Celestial Realm, the Netherworld, the Divine Temple—these great factions had outposts in many small worlds, with vast networks gathering sacred herbs and semi-divine fruits.
Though most had withdrawn, some remained, and Shi Hao hunted them down without mercy.
Moreover, any faction tainted by association with the Celestial Realm or the Netherworld faced his ruthless retaliation!
In an instant, the storm spread. Shi Hao’s killing intent permeated dozens of realms, shocking all powerful beings with his madness.
“Target me if you must, but hunting down those even remotely connected to me? Fine—come at me, let’s see who breaks first!”
Shi Hao’s voice echoed across the realms.
Since the Celestial Realm and the Netherworld targeted his allies, Shi Hao responded with iron and blood, testing who would falter first.
After all, he had no strongholds, no gathered followers—his side was far more elusive.
But those factions were different, with bases in many small worlds, palaces in grand cities. Even if most had hidden, they couldn’t vanish as swiftly as Shi Hao’s allies.
Certain clans, like the Rock Demons and the Rakshasa, suffered Shi Hao’s relentless pursuit—their gathered followers made them easy targets.
In a single day, Shi Hao, alone with his sword, swept through fifty-nine small worlds, his ruthless methods shocking all!
The Immortal Ancient held countless small worlds, yet in one day, a single man bathed them in blood, igniting the fiercest storm.
“Huang is too savage, slaughtering indiscriminately! We must unite and strike him down!”
That day, Gu Meng, the strongest contemporary disciple of the Divine Temple, stepped forward, rallying all factions to join forces and exterminate the demon Huang.
“Indeed, Huang is a public enemy, slaughtering heroes without restraint—he must be eliminated!” the Netherworld echoed, urging all powerhouses to act.
The Celestial Realm remained silent—their reputation as butchers and tyrants would only backfire if they spoke.
“Hahaha…” Shi Hao laughed coldly. “You dare accuse me of indiscriminate slaughter? Who did I kill? Your own lackeys! Since when do the Netherworld and the Celestial Realm—these dark, brutal ancient sects—speak for the world? You hunt my allies, yet I cannot retaliate?”
His words were calm, but the killing intent they carried sent chills through all, especially those aligned with the Celestial Realm and the Netherworld.
“Huang, you slaughter innocents, murdering heroes like the Fallen Divine Child—heaven itself won’t forgive you!” Jun Dao, an ancient king, condemned him.
“Wasn’t it the Fallen Divine Child who came to kill me? I cut him down—how is he the victim? Enough talk. Today, I stand in the Radiant Realm. Come if you dare!”
Shi Hao challenged the great factions, waiting for them in the Radiant Realm.
“You think we don’t know? You’ve laid formations there, waiting to trap us—too obvious, too crude,” Jun Dao sneered.
In truth, their exchanges were relayed through messengers.
Shi Hao smirked, offering no reply.
Those who had followed his path had seen no formations—no explanation was needed.
Soon, news arrived that turned Shi Hao’s expression grim—the Snow Phoenix had been tracked down, ambushed, and trapped in the Golden Spirit Realm. Rumors claimed Qin Hao was hiding there too.
“Could it be a trap?” Lan Yichen wondered.
They suspected it was bait to lure Shi Hao into a killing field.
The Divine Striking Stone and the Little Rabbit advised against reckless advance—it was too dangerous.
But Luo Dao soon confirmed through his connections that the Snow Phoenix was indeed trapped in the Golden Spirit Realm, pursued there. Qin Hao’s presence remained unverified.
Luo Dao, a prodigy from a mighty clan, had reliable sources.
“So, he must leap into the trap after all?” Louis paled, seeing Shi Hao’s cold expression—he was likely heading there.
“Word is, the Celestial Realm and Netherworld forces only just entered—they may not have had time to prepare,” Luo Dao added.
“Are you certain?” Lan Yichen pressed.
“Fairly sure,” Luo Dao said, though he couldn’t confirm Qin Hao’s presence.
“Wait for my signal!” Shi Hao decided to go alone, taking only the Divine Striking Stone. This was a battle of ancient kings—others would only hinder him.
Luo Dao and Lan Yichen stayed behind, knowing they’d only slow him down.
The Golden Spirit Realm was a land of metal, its mountains gleaming, vegetation sparse.
A snow-white divine bird streaked across the sky, its pristine feathers stained with blood—Snow Lin, gravely wounded.
Luo Dao’s intel was correct. Snow Lin had escaped one ambush only to be relentlessly pursued.
She had glimpsed the Dark Divine Child from afar, his monstrous body unleashing a terrifying beam that pierced her, leaving a wound that refused to heal.
Yet, with her Phoenix blood, she survived—though at the cost of rare treasures and escape talismans.
“You won’t escape!” A purple-haired youth with lightning wings closed in—Gu Meng, the Divine Temple’s strongest contemporary disciple, rivaling even the Celestial Temple’s Di Chong.
Snow Lin gritted her teeth. Uninjured, she would never flee like this—but the Dark Divine Child’s attack had drained her vitality.
“Huang killed our sacred beast, the Golden-Striped White Tiger. You’ll compensate as our temple guardian!” Gu Meng taunted.
“You… seek death!” Snow Lin seethed. Were she unharmed, she’d have avenged the insult.
Gu Meng laughed coldly, his killing intent surging. “Since you’re Huang’s friend, you’ll replace our sacred beast!”
**Whoosh!**
Lightning erupted from his wings, striking Snow Lin.
**Splat!**
Though she dodged, her injuries slowed her—blood sprayed, staining her feathers.
A thunderous roar shook the realm.
Shi Hao had arrived, his Kun Peng wings carrying him across the Golden Spirit Realm. His Heavenly Eye scoured the land for Snow Lin and Qin Hao.
Soon, he frowned—sensing Jun Dao’s aura, then an overwhelming dark power—undoubtedly the Dark Divine Child.
With a furious beat of his wings, Shi Hao tore through the skies, racing against time.
At last, his Heavenly Eye locked onto distant mountains—Snow Lin, fleeing low, pursued by a lightning-wreathed figure.
“Kill!”
With a roar, Shi Hao descended like a storm, an unstoppable war god, his battle intent shaking the heavens.
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