“You dare to speak insolently and insult the Six Crown King?!” A man in white robes coldly rebuked, his sword-like brows furrowed, his gaze blazing like a miniature sun.
The others also glared with fury, their killing intent palpable.
The Six Crown King—Ning Chuan—was a peerless prodigy who inspired despair, an invincible and unmatched legend!
He was regarded as one of the most powerful Venerable Ones in history, having manifested across different epochs, appearing six times in total, each time forging unparalleled glory.
In each of his six lifetimes, he dominated half the world’s limelight, captivating all under heaven and creating one legendary feat after another, becoming an insurmountable monument of greatness.
Not only did he defeat all the Venerable Ones of his time, but in one era, he even slew a Three Crown King, shaking the three thousand provinces of the Upper Realm.
When his name was mentioned, people could only think of words like “invincible,” “peerless,” and “unrivaled.” His heaven-defying talent was the best explanation for his existence.
Now, six men in white robes descended from the fourth level simultaneously, causing a massive stir. Everyone stared intently, scrutinizing them closely.
Only Shi Hao remained unimpressed.
“Fellow Daoists, you’ve arrived just in time. Let us join forces to slay him,” another group emerged from the third level of the altar, completing the presence of the major ancient sects.
This group numbered over a hundred, all Venerable Ones from two sects, now united.
“No need for concern. We have come under the Six Crown King’s orders, bearing mighty treasures—enough to kill him,” the six white-robed men said calmly, unafraid even when facing Shi Hao.
“Six mere servants, yet you dare to act so arrogantly,” Shi Hao said, eyeing them. He sensed no aura of accumulated years on them—they were likely from the current era.
“Who are you calling servants?!” one of the white-robed men snapped, his gaze icy and murderous.
They were all extraordinary, top-tier experts from their respective sects, standing at the pinnacle of their generation. Only their admiration for the Six Crown King Ning Chuan compelled them to obey his orders.
Otherwise, within their own great sects, these men were revered figures, the pride of their factions.
“If not servants, why obey another’s commands?” Shi Hao said, calm and composed as he stepped forward.
Though hundreds of thousands of Venerable Ones were still struggling to climb the altar, many diverted their attention upward, utterly stunned. The most dazzling figure of past and present, the Six Crown King, had sent men to kill the descendant of the Sinful Blood—this was shocking.
With a rustle, the hundred experts who had just ascended surrounded the area, preparing to assist the six white-robed men.
In the distance, all spectators watched intently, eager to see what methods the six would employ.
Even senior figures, including Heavenly Deities, focused solemnly. Despite their higher cultivation, they still feared Ning Chuan.
For it was said that Ning Chuan had studied countless ancient scriptures and comprehended the insights of past sages. If he wished to break through, he could do so within a mere decade or two, advancing relentlessly.
Given time, he could quickly catch up and surpass everyone present.
“Whoosh!”
One of the white-robed men struck, flames erupting from his palm—innate Li Fire, scorching and deadly.
“You think this can kill me?” Shi Hao laughed.
With a flick of his finger, a bolt of azure lightning shot forth like a river, piercing through the flames. This was the flexible application of Thunder Dao’s treasure technique, infused with water attributes.
“Hmm?”
Soon, Shi Hao sensed something amiss—a terrifying aura spread as the man’s palm glowed brighter, the flames intensifying. The box in his hand cracked open.
Inside was a bird’s beak, not large but crimson and translucent, spewing flames that merged with the man’s fire, amplifying its power.
Was this a treasure bestowed by the Six Crown King Ning Chuan?
The crowd was stunned, their eyes wide.
A bird’s cry shook heaven and earth as scarlet light surged. A divine bird resembling a Vermilion Bird materialized in the air, circling before transforming into a woman in red robes.
With a shriek, she unleashed a sea of flames, engulfing Shi Hao.
“Incredible! This surpasses even the top young expert of the Fire Cloud Clan. What kind of bone is this?” Everyone was dumbfounded.
The crimson radiance illuminated the world, scorching the void into distortion.
Shi Hao’s expression shifted. This bird’s beak was undoubtedly a rare treasure, once belonging to a supreme young expert. Even he felt the searing heat and danger.
With a flash, he erected a barrier of light to block the flames.
The crowd gasped—for the Sinful Blood descendant to take this seriously proved the red beak’s extraordinary nature!
“I understand now! This is the beak of a Vermilion Bird descendant slain by the Six Crown King—the young female supreme of the Fire Cloud Sparrow Clan!”
Someone among the spectators revealed the truth, causing an uproar.
The Six Crown King had slain countless foes, unmatched in his era. A young female supreme with Vermilion Bird bloodline had fallen, her treasure bone remaining intact, claimed by Ning Chuan.
Rustle!
Golden light shimmered as Shi Hao’s surroundings sprouted golden lotuses, rooted in the void, blocking the flames.
Golden Lotuses Amidst Flames!
With this mystical manifestation, he repelled the crimson bone and the woman it had transformed into.
“Crack!”
At that moment, the second white-robed man struck. His treasure box split open, revealing a purple scale that erupted with thunder, runes flooding the sky as it slashed toward Shi Hao.
“Oh?” Shi Hao was startled, his heart tightening—another immensely powerful treasure, transforming into a young man who lunged at him.
The crowd’s hearts raced, not just because of the scale, but because the other white-robed men also held their boxes solemnly. What did this imply?
“Could it be… the Six Paths Sovereign String?” Even seasoned experts were shocked, their eyes fixed on the altar.
Legend had it that Ning Chuan, having appeared six times, had slain countless enemies, stringing their treasure bones into a bracelet refined over six lifetimes—its power unparalleled.
“If not that, then something similar!” someone exclaimed, sensing the truth.
The thunder was overwhelming, but for Shi Hao, who had survived heavenly tribulations, it was the least of his concerns. He allowed the lightning to surge into him, absorbing it all.
Finally, his palm glowed as he unleashed the condensed thunderous divine might with a deafening blast.
The white-robed men paled, all attacking at once.
“Evil Dragon Sword—Slay!” The third box shattered, revealing a fang, dazzling yet radiating killing intent. It transformed into a dragon clutching a sharp sword, slashing toward Shi Hao’s thunderous strike.
“Illusory Vanishing!”
The fourth white-robed man shouted as his box burst open, releasing a luminous pearl. The surroundings blurred instantly—they all vanished, and Shi Hao found himself in a bizarre realm.
Deserts, oceans, palaces… like a mirage.
“This is a pearl condensed from the essence of a Mirage’s cultivation—a relic from a renowned ancient expert slain by the Six Crown King.”
The spectators could no longer see Shi Hao, only a hazy, illusory expanse—the Mirage’s deception, obscuring all.
Then, the remaining two boxes shattered. Six beams of light shot skyward, enveloping the area in layers of bone runes like tidal waves, pressing forward.
“Truly the Six Crown King! Without lifting a finger himself, he wields such methods. The Sinful Blood descendant is doomed!”
Not just the hundreds of thousands of Venerable Ones, but even the senior observers were awed. The six bones combined into an ultimate attack, manifesting a miniature world.
The area was shrouded in mist due to the Mirage Pearl, concealing everything.
“Boom!”
A deafening crash echoed as the space trembled. Brilliant holy light erupted, and a figure burst forth, sending one white-robed man flying with a single strike.
The man holding the Mirage Pearl coughed blood, nearly tumbling off the altar.
Everyone was stunned. Even the senior who had spoken earlier was shocked—the Sinful Blood descendant was this powerful, repelling such a treasure?
“Merge!”
One white-robed man shouted. They all released their grips, and the fang, beak, and bones flew together, forming a radiant string that hovered in the air.
“Channel it together!” they cried.
The treasure string glowed, six hazy lights swirling as boundless radiance showered down.
“Heavens! Could this truly be Ning Chuan’s Six Paths Sovereign String?”
The light flickered unpredictably, capable of severing souls and eroding cultivation. The string’s power was terrifying.
Not just Shi Hao, but even the distant Venerable Ones felt their chests tighten, nearly fainting from the pressure.
“The Six Crown King Ning Chuan is too formidable,” someone sighed.
Even the top young expert of a clan would likely meet their end here, for this string’s might could slay even the pinnacle of Venerable Ones.
Six treasure techniques intertwined, holy light illuminating all.
Shi Hao moved like lightning, seizing four of the newly arrived experts and hurling them forward.
These were elite Venerable Ones, yet they were obliterated without a sound, reduced to ashes as if ground away over six lifetimes.
“This isn’t Ning Chuan’s Six Paths Sovereign String, but it’s similar—imbued with his killing intent from years of wearing it.”
A Heavenly Deity spoke, his gaze flickering.
“Hah, Ning Chuan is truly remarkable. Without lifting a finger, he sends a string to kill the Sinful Blood descendant. Such defiance of heaven!” someone laughed.
The battlefield was shrouded in mist, holy light raining down as an overwhelming killing intent emanated from the string. A faint figure seemed to condense within the haze.
“Indeed, this is the Six Crown King’s killing intent—so potent!”
Everyone was dumbfounded.
“Your life is forfeit! The Six Crown King wills your death—even heaven cannot spare you. Be annihilated!” the white-robed men roared, channeling their power together.
Boom!
Suddenly, at the center, the young man’s bone runes ignited. Like a giant, he let out a clear cry, his body glowing as if clad in resplendent battle armor.
Countless symbols—unidentifiable treasure techniques—merged and manifested. He leaped up, reaching bare-handed for the treasure string.
Despite the blinding radiance and overwhelming killing intent, nothing could harm him. At this moment, he seemed impervious to all techniques!
“What?!” The crowd gasped.
The killing intent couldn’t pierce his protective runes; the string’s six lights failed to injure him.
“Crack!”
Shi Hao yanked, and the string snapped. The beak, fang, and bones scattered in six directions.
“He… he shattered the Six Crown King’s bestowed treasure!”
The spectators were aghast.
“You…” The six white-robed men paled, utterly shaken. Someone could break the Six Crown King’s treasure—this was unimaginable.
Clearly, disaster had befallen them.
The outcome was inevitable. Shi Hao struck like thunder, slaughtering mercilessly. Blood sprayed as all six white-robed men fell.
“Run!” The remaining group panicked, fleeing down the altar, unable to resist.
The elders of the major sects scowled, their faces dark with humiliation at this crushing defeat.
But Shi Hao gave them no chance. His spirit clones pursued, cutting them down without mercy.
Amidst the wet thuds of blades meeting flesh, the group was annihilated.
Beyond the battlefield, low growls of fury erupted as ancient sects’ deities seethed with killing intent.
On the altar, Shi Hao gazed down at the Venerable Ones below, then at the battlefield’s edge.
After a brief pause, he turned and charged upward. He had no time to waste—he needed to claim the Supreme Liquid from the stone bowl, pass the trial, and venture into the Untamed Wilderness.
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