“Breaking news has arrived—the ninth divine mine of the Celestial Clan has been shattered! The Wastelander has gone on a rampage alone, storming into their stronghold and slaughtering a group of their elites!”
The reports were horrifying, pouring in relentlessly!
“Just a mere youth, yet he dares to challenge the dignity of the Celestial Clan like this, barging right into their territory—utterly astonishing!”
The beings of various clans could hardly remain calm, all stunned by the relentless updates brought back from the grasslands. The Wastelander’s feats continued to escalate!
“The Celestial Clan is in trouble, challenged by a single young man. If they fail to capture or kill him in the end, allowing him to escape unscathed, it will surely tarnish the prestige of their imperial lineage.”
Tension gripped everyone, emotions surging like waves. The entire city of Fufeng was shaken, the news stirring up a storm of shock.
Of course, they knew that while the news spread quickly, there was still a time lag—these were confirmed results, but given the circumstances, even more astonishing feats might have already occurred or were still unfolding.
If those reports came in, they might be even more shocking!
Shi Hao streaked across the low sky like a bolt of lightning, his body wreathed in flames. Wherever he passed, vegetation below shattered, rocks crumbled, and the ground was torn open by a terrifying trench.
Only after he had long passed did the deafening sound catch up—his speed far exceeded that of sound, the air behind him exploding like thunder.
A resplendent palace complex stood on the grasslands, auspicious energy curling upward, exuding grandeur. This was a sacred site within the Celestial Clan’s mining territory.
Normally, elite experts were stationed here, overseeing the affairs of the ancient mines.
But in recent days, the largest divine mine had encountered problems, losing priceless immortal treasures. All True Gods had gone mad, following two Heavenly Gods in a frantic search, leaving this place deserted.
Shi Hao stopped here, silently regulating his breath. After a careful assessment, he erupted with blinding divine light, his blood energy surging as he struck.
Though fewer experts were stationed here now, this was still a crucial mining site. Several Divine Flame Realm experts were immediately alerted and rushed out.
“Only four deities? Is that all?!” Shi Hao’s eyes were deep, his Kun Peng wings unfurling behind him like thunder as he shot forward with explosive force.
His words were arrogant—a mere Supreme Being, yet he spoke with such disdain toward Divine Flame Realm experts. The faces of the elites darkened, their killing intent spreading.
“Those who insult the imperial clan never live long, especially a brat like you, so full of yourself—doomed to an early grave!” one of them said coldly.
Offending the Celestial Clan meant death, no matter how talented the offender. Their Heavenly Gods and sacred guardians would ensure no one escaped retribution.
“To think it’s you—the Wastelander!” Another’s eyes blazed with recognition, his runes flaring brighter as he sneered.
Clearly, Shi Hao’s likeness had been circulated everywhere. The Celestial Clan had been hunting him relentlessly, unwilling to let him go—they sought his treasures and his annihilation.
“Wastelander, do you know you owe our clan a life? Stay here!” another growled, his gaze sharp as he swiftly activated the local formations.
“Ungrateful wretches! I saved your Celestial Maiden, yet you repay me like this? Truly heartless! Now, I feel no guilt killing you!”
Shi Hao’s voice was icy. Ever since his imprisonment and escape from the Celestial Clan, fury had festered in his heart. Today, he had slain their Divine Flame experts, destroyed their mines—his emotions were a tempest!
“Report!”
A distant voice cried out as a figure collapsed from the sky, exhausted and terrified. “The Wastelander has appeared! He stole our immortal treasures and is now taking revenge—destroying fourteen divine mines, slaughtering everywhere!”
“What?!” The people in the sacred site were stunned, only now realizing the scale of the disaster.
“You’re too late. I’m already here—this is my next target.” Shi Hao’s gaze locked onto the messenger. Some had slipped through the net to deliver warnings.
Clearly, Fufeng City was still unaware of these events—the news would arrive much later.
“Boom!”
The grassland split apart, earth and vegetation surging dozens of meters high, rolling toward the palace complex like a tidal wave. This was his might—a mere Supreme Being, yet he looked down on deities with overwhelming arrogance.
“Kill him!” Roars erupted as all the experts charged.
Shi Hao showed no fear, advancing to meet them.
Another battle erupted. The earth cracked, divine light illuminated the land, and an underground sun seemed to rise, radiating both scorching heat and terror.
Shi Hao had come prepared. By the end, the sacred site lay in ruins, the golden palaces shattered, divine blood staining the ground—a gruesome sight.
Shi Hao departed, heading for his next target!
This was a day of slaughter. Shi Hao raced across the land, striking everywhere, leaving the Celestial Clan drenched in blood. The shockwaves reverberated across the grasslands.
Even Fufeng City, not far away, received the news. The Celestial Clan’s branches mobilized, rushing to intercept Shi Hao, issuing a “Wastelander Extermination Order!”
“Capture or kill him—leave nothing but a wisp of his soul! Spare no cost to ensure he does not escape!” A True God roared, his fury shaking the mines.
This was a catastrophe. A lone youth had waged war, annihilating Celestial Clan outposts—the ultimate insult. If they failed to capture him, what face would they have left?
The Celestial Clan’s famed divine mines numbered only a few dozen. Now, a third had been destroyed in a single day, even their sacred sites reduced to rubble, drenched in blood—an unprecedented humiliation.
“Hunt him down! Tear the earth apart if you must!”
True Gods raced in all directions, reinforcing their positions, searching desperately for Shi Hao.
Yet, to everyone’s shock, the Wastelander had not fled. He was still on the move, evading pursuit, seizing every chance to strike.
“Boom!”
A bolt of lightning split the dark sky, blindingly bright.
Black clouds hung oppressively low, rain pelting down in sheets, shrouding the world in mist.
Shi Hao looked up and murmured, “Heaven aids me!”
“Crack!”
The lightning flared like a colossal silver serpent across the sky, followed by torrential rain. The grasslands flooded, rivers forming in moments.
Only the lightning illuminated the darkness—otherwise, the world was pitch-black, rain hammering down relentlessly.
Shi Hao vanished into the downpour like a ghost, striking and prowling!
Soon, he reappeared near the Celestial Clan’s divine mines, lurking, attacking, slaying their elites!
The Wastelander Extermination Order had backfired. Instead of finding him, they suffered his relentless assaults, their mines falling one after another—losses mounting.
“Set an ambush! Stop searching blindly!” A True God’s eyes burned crimson, his hair standing on end, murderous intent overflowing. This was a day of disgrace.
Today would be remembered—a mere Supreme Being had forced them into such a corner, their Divine Flame experts falling one by one. An unbearable humiliation.
The rain poured like a deluge as Shi Hao pressed forward, arriving at the largest ancient mine—the very one where he had taken the “Immortal Gold.” He gazed upward.
His lips and teeth glowed, runes rising one after another, vanishing into the black clouds and rain above.
“You… came!” The True Gods’ spiritual senses were keen—they detected the bone runes’ fluctuations instantly, rushing out in alarm.
Three True Gods had remained here, guarding against the unthinkable—that he would dare attack their most crucial mine. Now, their killing intent surged.
“Such audacity! A mere youth, slaughtering our elites, then daring to come here—I admire your courage!” One True God gnashed his teeth, eyes bloodshot like a beast ready to devour its prey.
“Respect begets respect. You sought my life for my treasures—now I deliver myself to you. Kill me if you can!” Shi Hao’s voice was icy. “But if you fail, I’ll send you all to your graves!”
“He’s insane!” A True God laughed coldly, though earlier reports had left him trembling with rage. Now, he genuinely smirked.
No matter how exceptional a Supreme Being was, crossing two realms to fight True Gods was suicide.
“Good! Wastelander, descendant of the sinful blood from the lower realm—come! Let’s see what makes you so bold!” Another True God bellowed, charging.
Shi Hao didn’t evade. He stepped forward, then looked up once more at the storm-laden sky.
“Thunder Moves the Nine Heavens!”
At that moment, he whispered, bone runes soaring as he chanted an ancient, esoteric incantation.
“What is this aura?” Even the True Gods shuddered, sensing impending doom. They glanced skyward, then turned to flee.
“Boom!”
But it was too late. From the clouds, a river of lightning poured down—not a strike, but a deluge!
The three True Gods panicked. This wasn’t ordinary lightning conjured by a cultivator—this was the wrath of heaven itself!
Such lightning carried billions of volts, far surpassing the limits of Divine Flame Realm beings, beyond their capacity to withstand.
“Ah!”
A True God screamed, his body convulsing. Even as a deity, he couldn’t endure this—his flesh charred, his form mangled.
Yet he survived the first strike, his eyes blazing as he tried to flee.
The other two were petrified, desperate to vanish over the horizon.
But it was futile. This was only the first wave. Above, the black clouds rumbled, unleashing cascades of lightning, pillars connecting heaven and earth.
From afar, the darkened world was lit by these colossal electric columns, filling the space between sky and ground—a surreal spectacle.
This was the Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Art, a divine technique of the immortal path. Under specific conditions, it could unleash heaven’s wrath beyond any cultivator’s limits.
Of course, the conditions were harsh—such power couldn’t be summoned at will. Only during a storm of this magnitude, with endless thunderclouds, could such might be harnessed.
“Ah—!”
Even True Gods couldn’t endure this heavenly punishment—this wasn’t mere lightning, but divine retribution summoned by the Thunder Emperor’s incantations.
“No! How can this be?!”
The three True Gods were reduced to charred, broken wrecks, their flesh sloughing off, bones shattered—until finally, they perished.
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