Shi Hao leaped thousands of feet in a single bound, crashing down like a meteor!
*Boom!*
Rocks and debris scattered in all directions as he landed atop a stone mountain, causing the entire peak to crack and teeter on the brink of collapse.
“Too fast.”
In the blink of an eye, he was already upon them.
He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping through the crowd before locking onto several divine beings—easily recognizable by the emblems of their sects on their sleeves.
Clearly, he had come for the Fire Cloud Cave, the Demon Dragon Sect, the Luofu True Valley, and other such factions.
At this moment, even those unrelated to the conflict felt their hairs stand on end. The youth’s eyes burned with wild intensity, bright as miniature suns.
Many from the Fire Cloud Cave and the Demon Dragon Sect paled, especially those at the Divine Flame Realm, who suddenly felt as if they had been locked onto by some primordial beast.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao spread his arms like the wings of a golden roc, stirring a tempest that sent sand and stones flying. From the shattered mountain peak, boulders weighing thousands—even tens of thousands—of pounds rained down like a storm.
And he himself followed, his killing intent flooding the battlefield.
“What are you doing? Violating the rules? Do you want to be disqualified?” a True God bellowed, his face dark, his gaze icy.
Shi Hao paid no heed. The massive rocks transformed into a gale, smashing forward relentlessly, and with a single palm strike, he unleashed devastation.
“How dare you!” someone roared.
“Know your place! You dare commit violence here?” others hissed coldly.
Over a dozen figures leaped into the air, activating their treasure techniques, erecting barriers to defend while simultaneously attacking Shi Hao.
*Boom!*
The boulders collided with the barriers, shattering into fragments.
But Shi Hao’s palm strike was not so easily deflected. Half of the attackers were Divine Flame experts, with a few True Gods among them—yet all were suppressed by overwhelming force.
“How can he be this strong?!” someone gasped.
Though they had witnessed his prowess on the altar, experiencing it firsthand was another matter entirely. In this place, where only the strength of a Supreme Being could be unleashed, they trembled.
“Ah—!”
Several figures convulsed violently as their treasure techniques were shattered. Their bodies were sent flying, coughing blood as if struck by a divine mountain.
Even the True Gods found themselves in peril, for in this realm, they were merely Supreme Beings at the Great Perfection—no stronger, their combat prowess inferior to that of the first-generation elites.
“Annihilation!”
A few hissed, their treasure techniques repelled. In that instant, they summoned their divine weapons—swords and sabers humming with cold, radiant light, their bone inscriptions gleaming.
*Crack!*
Yet the hand descending from the void was indestructible. It shattered bone swords, snapped long blades, and with a mere flip of the wrist, divine light surged, pressing down with crushing force.
“You—!”
A divine being roared in fury. This descendant of the Sinful Bloodline was too arrogant, pressing a hand down atop his head with cold disdain, as if it were nothing.
Forced to raise both arms in defense, he still failed!
*Snap!*
The sound of bones breaking echoed as Shi Hao’s hand crushed his arms, sending a numbing chill through his skull, his hairs standing on end.
“No!”
He resisted with all his might, yet the earthen-yellow hand continued its descent, splitting his skull, his body collapsing, his bones and tendons shattered.
*Thud! Thud!*
He was not the only one. Shi Hao’s palm expanded, covering the entire area. Several experts were sent tumbling through the air, their bodies exploding into bloody mist.
“You—!”
The leading deity’s face twisted in shock and rage—only to freeze instantly as Shi Hao lunged forward, wrapped in golden radiance.
*Pfft!*
In the blink of an eye, a Soul-Severing Needle—crimson and eerie—pierced his forehead, sealing his expression in eternal stillness.
“Enough! Why are you killing here? Do you not wish to enter the Ancient Immortal Domain? Shall we strip you of your qualification?” someone from behind demanded, as members of the ancient sects lost their composure.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao struck again, thunderous rainbows surging as he obliterated the remaining wounded, blood mist rising as he wiped them all out.
Only then did he stop, his black hair disheveled, yet his body unmarred by blood or wounds. His gaze was cold as lightning, lending him a demonic aura.
“You think you can strip me of my qualification just like that?” Shi Hao sneered.
His icy gaze swept forward, making some hearts tremble. It was absurd—a mere Supreme Being youth, yet he looked down upon a crowd of deities as if they were nothing.
“Killing indiscriminately, cruel and bloodthirsty—someone like you has no right to enter the Ancient Immortal Domain!” a voice from the Demon Dragon Sect scolded.
Shi Hao landed atop a stone peak, surveying the scene. Though alone, he exuded an air of supremacy, as if he alone ruled the world, facing the multitude with unshakable confidence.
“Pathetic. Your hypocrisy is nauseating,” Shi Hao said flatly, his words turning the True God who had spoken red-faced with fury, flames practically leaping from his eyes.
A mere youth, humiliating him before the gathered elites of the province—it was infuriating. He longed to crush the boy into blood and bone with a single slap.
“What just happened was witnessed by all. These ancient sects of yours have no shame, breaking the rules to attack me,” Shi Hao declared, sparing no face as he exposed their actions publicly.
These sects prized their reputations above all else, and he would not let them off lightly, publicly shaming them.
Indeed, moments ago, Shi Hao had been trapped in a formation, attacked without warning—something many had witnessed and could deduce.
Yet none had expected him to retaliate so decisively, striking back without hesitation, refusing to tolerate even a grain of sand in his eye.
Not even the most ancient and powerful sects were exempt—he would confront them head-on!
“Young friend, your words go too far. Earlier, on the altar, you slaughtered disciples of our sects, yet we remained silent. Now you fabricate flimsy excuses to target us—this is unacceptable,” an elderly woman, a True God, spoke up.
“Scram!”
Shi Hao had only one word for her, dismissing her with contempt, unwilling to waste further breath.
The gathered cultivators—mostly from Sin Province, along with elites from other regions—stared in shock. They couldn’t help but feel secondhand embarrassment for the involved parties.
Divine beings, representatives of ancient sects, being berated so openly by a youth—this was unprecedented.
“Youth, you are too arrogant! Do you truly believe no one here can subdue you? Insulting and slandering us—this will not end well. You must answer for this!”
“My answer is simple—I’ll slaughter you all,” Shi Hao said coldly.
“You—!” Some trembled with rage.
A group of experts advanced, their killing intent thick, eyes icy, bone inscriptions flaring as they prepared their most powerful techniques.
The factions of the ancient sects moved, knowing full well his strength but compelled to act—otherwise, what dignity would their ancient sects retain?
“Come. All of you—at once!” Shi Hao’s black hair lifted, his eyes blazing with confidence as he looked down upon them all.
The declaration turned the faces of the experts red. A mere Supreme Being youth—daring to belittle them so!
Though many had already begun advancing, having it thrown in their faces so brazenly, being treated as insignificant, was humiliating.
“Attack!”
A cold voice rang from behind, sending shivers through the crowd. A Heavenly God had spoken.
Instantly, their gazes burned with renewed fervor. More than one Heavenly God stood guard here—how many among them were ordinary? Especially those bearing terrifying secret treasures—perhaps they could kill him.
“Hahaha—!” Shi Hao laughed wildly, his black hair whipping about, his eyes shining like golden lamps, radiating dominance and arrogance as he scorned them all.
He knew their thoughts—they feared him, yet their sect’s honor forced them forward.
“Your lives—are mine!” Shi Hao dove downward.
His body blazed with light, each step a blur. As he advanced, golden waves surged before and behind him, crashing against the void.
“This is the manifestation of divine power—a sea of energy, an omen of supreme might,” many murmured in dread.
Such a phenomenon had only been recorded in ancient legends—none had ever witnessed it in reality.
At this moment, Shi Hao was like a tiger among sheep—fierce, unstoppable, slaughtering without restraint.
With a single sweep of his arms, golden light erupted in endless waves, the force alone sending the front line of attackers tumbling through the air, their bodies cracking mid-flight.
*Pfft!*
Blood sprayed in sheets as over a dozen perished instantly.
“True Gods? Divine Flame experts? At the Supreme Being level, you’re nothing special,” Shi Hao mocked, his words a blatant insult.
“Arrogant brat! Die!”
Someone unleashed a secret treasure—a divine scissors forged from the beak of a sacred avian, capable of slaying deities.
In the real world, this was a Heavenly God artifact.
But here, it faced a problem—its power was suppressed.
*Clang!*
Shi Hao punched it aside with brutal simplicity, sending the scissors spinning uncontrollably, its deadly light sweeping back into the crowd.
His punch had been too overwhelming!
*Pfft! Pfft!*
Bodies were severed left and right, screams filling the air as the scissors’ blinding radiance claimed many of their own.
The Fire Cloud Cave members seethed—losing their own in such a humiliating manner was unbearable.
Before they could react, Shi Hao plunged into their midst, unstoppable. A single punch reduced a Divine Flame expert to mist.
*Pfft!*
Then, with a sweeping kick, his leg coiled like a dragon-serpent, bone inscriptions swirling as it lashed out with terrifying flexibility.
The kick sent a dozen figures flying—some with shattered bones, others split clean in half.
Brutal. Dominant. Unyielding.
Countless spectators shuddered, their hairs standing on end. This was a humanoid tyrannosaurus, crushing all in his path, an invincible force.
“Kill him!”
The crowd roared, eyes bloodshot as they swarmed him.
Shi Hao’s body blazed, golden lotuses sprouting beneath his feet, wreathed in flames—a divine phenomenon!
*Blazing flames nurture golden lotuses—boundless and infinite!*
*Whoosh! Whoosh!*
One after another, golden lotuses erupted from the ground, wreathed in fire like divine swords, streaking outward in dazzling brilliance.
*Pfft! Pfft!*
A chorus of death followed. The crowd’s reckless assault had given Shi Hao the perfect opportunity for mass slaughter. Many fell, their brows pierced, each “planted” with a flaming golden lotus, their expressions frozen in death.
A massacre.
Shi Hao’s might was peerless, his dominance absolute.
At the Supreme Being level, he was invincible. Even those who had once walked this path, now ascended to higher realms, were nothing before him!
*Boom!*
With every movement, Shi Hao radiated overwhelming light, unleashing carnage without restraint.
Each punch reduced someone to blood and bone. He advanced relentlessly, none able to bar his path.
Worse still, he wielded Soul-Severing Needles to hunt the strongest among them.
*Bang!*
Someone blocked with a treasure wheel, the impact distorting space, violet waves crashing against the sky.
“You’ve broken the rules!” a Heavenly God intoned coldly, gripping the wheel.
“I passed the trial, yet you schemed to kill me with Soul-Crushing Towers and Death-Bell Chimes—and you dare speak of rules?!” Shi Hao retorted fiercely, lashing out with a kick aimed straight at the Heavenly God’s face.
“You—!”
The Heavenly God raged. A youth, daring to be so insolent as to kick at his face!
The ancient sects’ experts could no longer remain calm, many charging forward.
*Bang! Bang!*
Dozens of exchanges lit up the sky. Indeed, those who became Heavenly Gods possessed extraordinary means—otherwise, the accumulation of a sect’s long history would not be so sparse.
Yet, after repeated clashes, the forbidden treasure wheel dimmed, nearly knocked away by Shi Hao’s relentless assault.
And in the process, over a dozen experts fell to his hands, blood staining the void!
*Pfft!*
Shi Hao struck again, seizing the Heavenly God’s forearm and wrenching it violently—*crack!*—bone snapped, blood spraying several feet into the air.
He had torn off a Heavenly God’s arm!
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