A severed arm lying on the ground still possessed such formidable power, smashing a hunter from the Celestial Nation into a bloody pulp, leaving their corpse sprawled across the earth.
The sight was astonishing!
The little rabbit’s mouth formed an “O,” its large eyes gleaming like rubies as it witnessed the scene, utterly incredulous.
Shi Hao raised his hand, and the severed arm flew toward him, seeking to reattach itself. At his level of cultivation, his vitality was abundant, allowing rapid regeneration.
“Whoosh!”
Several streaks of crimson light shot through the air—bright as blood, translucent as jade. Though not long, they tore through the void with terrifying speed.
“Watch out!”
*Clang!*
The Divine Striking Stone flew in, deflecting three of the crimson streaks in succession, sparks scattering in all directions.
Cao Yusheng and Qing Yi’s expressions darkened. These were *Blood-Dissolving Needles*, a sinister and deadly treasure forged from the bones of a Celestial Deity, sharp beyond measure. Any True God, no matter how powerful, would instantly dissolve into a puddle of pus if struck.
A few more crimson streaks remained—one aimed at the severed arm, two piercing toward the back of Shi Hao’s skull, arriving in the blink of an eye.
Clearly, someone in the distance refused to retreat quietly, seizing the opportunity to strike. They had deduced that Shi Hao must have suffered severe injuries—otherwise, why would his arm have fallen?
If they missed this chance, they might never get another opportunity to kill *Huang*. Moments earlier, a hunter from the Celestial Nation had explicitly shouted that he might have taken *that step*!
A shrill, ear-piercing whistle cut through the void as the crimson light, glowing ominously, nearly embedded itself into Shi Hao’s skull.
*Clang!*
A brilliant radiance erupted as Shi Hao swung the sword embryo behind him without turning. A crisp metallic snap echoed—two of the crimson streaks shattered, the *Blood-Dissolving Needles* snapping into powder.
Even a weapon forged from Celestial Deity bones could not withstand the sword embryo.
“There’s one more!” Qing Yi’s face paled.
Another needle tore through the void, appearing abruptly at Shi Hao’s nape, silent and deadly.
*Hum!*
Shi Hao sensed it instantly, goosebumps rising on his neck. Light surged within his body as runes spread outward, forming interwoven patterns that trapped the needle.
“Die!”
With a cold shout, his power—now vastly superior after taking *that step*—overwhelmed the needle’s wielder. The needle reversed course, transforming into an even more dazzling streak of crimson light, shooting back toward its origin.
“Ah—!”
A scream erupted as a silver-skinned creature with two heads and four arms frantically severed his own arm—the one struck by the *Blood-Dissolving Needle*.
A hunter from the Celestial Nation, ruthless yet unwilling to die in vain, he tried to flee. But Shi Hao’s killing intent locked onto him like a divine spear aimed at his heart.
In that area, other powerful beings witnessing this scene instinctively retreated, then turned and fled, thoroughly intimidated.
*Clang!*
Meanwhile, Shi Hao’s severed arm twisted slightly, evading the *Blood-Dissolving Needle*, wreathed in a pure white immortal aura. His fingers then pinched the needle—a risky move, touching it with his flesh, though he avoided its deadly tip.
“Whoosh!”
Shi Hao pursued with the dull sword embryo in hand, while his severed arm controlled the crimson needle, piercing through the silver creature in an instant.
Though the creature fought desperately, he was no match.
The scene terrified many hidden onlookers—how ferocious! Even a detached arm had slain two powerful foes.
*Thud!*
Only now did the severed arm reattach to Shi Hao’s body, runes flashing as blood qi surged, sealing the wound.
Cao Yusheng, Qing Yi, and the little rabbit caught up, arriving at the scene.
“What about them?” the Divine Striking Stone asked, referring to the remaining enemies.
Cao Yusheng said coldly, “No need for words. Kill them all. Their murderous intent was clear earlier. Do they think they can just walk away now?”
The usually cheerful, round-faced little fatty now spoke with ruthless decisiveness, advocating total annihilation.
“Kill them all,” Qing Yi agreed. “Shi Hao has just taken *that step*. We don’t know if he’s stabilized yet. We can’t risk word spreading and drawing greater enemies.”
Though clad in pristine white, her demeanor was icy and resolute.
“Woo-hoo! I only catch them alive! Charge!” The little rabbit whooped, darting forward.
Shi Hao, meanwhile, had already traversed thousands of feet in a single step, healing while advancing. His sword strokes were devastating—blinding radiance eclipsing the sun and moon as he reaped lives like wheat.
Nearly twenty experts fell before him, none able to withstand his might.
The rest were hunted down by Cao Yusheng, Qing Yi, and the Divine Striking Stone.
Once Cao Yusheng unleashed his killing formation, even threads of chaotic mist emerged, obliterating all in its path.
The battle held no suspense—every scheming, murderous intruder perished, none escaping.
“Celestial Nation!” Shi Hao snorted coldly.
Four of their hunters had come, clearly tracking him with lethal intent.
The air reeked of blood. Even after Shi Hao incinerated the corpses, the scent lingered.
Earlier, Shi Hao’s ignition of three thousand Dao flames on the Azure Stone Path had drawn much attention. Many beings from lesser realms had rushed over.
The hunters, being the most alert, arrived first—and thus, perished first.
Now, new disturbances arose in the distance as more beings approached, sensing the bloodshed from afar and shuddering.
“Let’s go. Best not get involved.” Many retreated immediately.
Some pressed forward, spotting the shattered *Blood-Dissolving Needles* and swiftly withdrew, sensing the danger.
On the three thousand Azure Stone Paths, Shi Hao sat cross-legged, consuming a half-immortal fruit to heal while contemplating the wonders of his immortal aura.
This immortal Dao aura seemed to connect heaven and earth, ensuring his magic never waned as the world’s essence poured into him. This was likely why one could dominate battlefields, unstoppable even against armies.
It nourished both body and soul, merging with him to amplify his strength.
After consuming several divine fruits, Shi Hao’s body shimmered with radiant light, his precious blood roaring like thunder within as wounds sealed and his arm fully regenerated.
He opened his eyes—divine rainbows seemed to flash across the sky.
“How are you?” the little rabbit asked, blinking its large eyes. Though addressing him, it stared fixedly at the ancient sword resting on his knees.
“The injuries should be fine,” Shi Hao replied, though inwardly frowning.
While healing, he had discovered traces of the eerie, ominous law still lingering, threatening to split his body apart. It hadn’t been fully eradicated.
This unsettled him. That force should have been purged.
Then he recalled the cluster of mysterious runes within him—flames that could have crushed the ominous power but chose not to.
Back in the abyss, those flames had incinerated the gray mist, purifying everything.
After careful thought, he wondered if this was intentional—leaving a trace of the ominous force for him to suppress and study, to truly understand its nature.
Was the mysterious flame guiding him?
“This sword embryo… what exactly is its origin?” Cao Yusheng asked.
They had all witnessed its terrifying power—its dull, unremarkable form unleashing sword light so brilliant it eclipsed the sun and moon, effortlessly slicing through the void.
Unlike the Void Battle Halberd, which relied on innate patterns to tear space, this sword achieved it through sheer sharpness—unstoppable!
“Strangely, it isn’t even sharpened. The edge is smooth,” Qing Yi noted.
“I don’t know its origins either. Likely left behind by an ancient freak,” Shi Hao said. Obtaining it had been unexpected.
Other treasures wielded by those eerie beings had crumbled upon their deaths—yet this sword endured, its material peerless, eternal.
“It’s *that* sword!” Before the others could react, the Void Sky Divine Vine emerged, trembling with excitement and sorrow as it gazed at the blade.
“You recognize it?” Shi Hao asked.
“It’s the *Great Luo Sword*,” the vine said.
“What? *That* sword?” Qing Yi gasped, shocked.
“The *Great Luo Immortal Sword*—once belonging to a Five-Crown King. He vanished in the Immortal Ancient, and the sword was lost,” the little rabbit exclaimed.
Shi Hao instantly understood. The vine had mentioned serving an ancient freak who dominated five eras, unmatched in the Immortal Ancient.
All geniuses paled before him.
Yet he too had fallen, taken by the gray mist when attempting his final step.
“So it was him!” Shi Hao nodded, recalling the imposing figure on the black ancient ship—a presence that remained awe-inspiring even in death.
Several of Shi Hao’s near-fatal wounds had been inflicted by that man’s sword—one stroke nearly decapitating him, another almost piercing his heart.
Had he lived, he would have been even more terrifying.
“This sword’s legacy is ancient. It’s still a rough embryo, unrefined,” the vine explained.
Now aware of its identity, Qing Yi, Cao Yusheng, and the little rabbit recalled legends surrounding it.
Its material was supreme—*Great Luo Immortal Gold*, a natural sword embryo, not forged but mined in this shape, as if ordained by heaven.
An unparalleled immortal material, even True Immortals of past epochs would struggle to obtain it—its rarity and value beyond imagination.
“But its greatest mystery lies in its natural form, adding to its legend. Many tales surround it,” Cao Yusheng said, then gasped. “Look—there really are flying immortal patterns on it!”
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