“I have nothing to do with him—not even a copper coin’s worth! He’s hunting me down!” Cao Yusheng’s face turned green as he hastily explained.
A crowd of hostile beings—all who had grudges against Shi Hao and had been defeated by him—now turned their spears toward him.
“Fat thief, you set up a killing trap, lured us in, and stole the bone talismans for the inheritance grounds. I saw you walking with Huang myself. Prepare to die!” the first-generation descendant of the Sacred Feather Clan roared.
With silver-white hair and wings like celestial swords wreathed in divine mist and swirling essence, he swung his silver wings, slashing toward the chubby youth.
This was undoubtedly a victim—one who had been tricked by Cao Yusheng, severely wounded, and then finished off by Shi Hao, losing his bone talisman and forced to search for another.
Hearing this, those who had hesitated now glared at Cao Yusheng with malice, recalling an earlier scheme.
Back then, someone had tossed out a bone talisman, provoking a battle between the inheritor of the Immortal Palace and the man with the golden lamp. Though the two had left for unknown reasons, it had sparked a fierce battle among several first-generation descendants.
“Thieving fatty, return my bone talisman!” another shouted, charging forward. His fate had been worse than the Sacred Feather Clan’s descendant—he had been the first to rush through the light gate, only to be instantly slain by a killing formation without even seeing his opponent. Now that he knew the truth, his fury knew no bounds.
“Damn it!” The chubby youth yelped and turned to flee.
“Brother, don’t fear! I’m here!” Shi Hao shouted from a distance, pretending to intervene while secretly channeling divine energy to form an invisible barrier, blocking the fatty’s retreat.
**Boom!**
The Sacred Feather Clan’s descendant struck, his wings transforming into a silver divine sword that cleaved through the void, leaving it blurred and dim. The strike descended with overwhelming force.
The chubby youth twisted like a fish, dodging nimbly to the side.
**Whoosh!**
Another first-generation descendant—one who had fallen into the trap, been shredded by formations, and lost his talisman—attacked, spewing out strands of silk that formed a net, attempting to ensnare Cao Yusheng.
Again, the fatty shifted, his plump body moving with surprising lightness as he slipped free.
“Interesting,” murmured the Netherworld Prince, unable to resist testing the fatty’s strength.
In an instant, black mist surged, the unique aura of the Netherworld Clan erupting like the gates of hell opening, threatening to drag the fatty into the underworld!
“A tiger doesn’t roar, and you mistake me for a sick cat?!” the fatty bellowed, though his round, apple-like face made even his anger seem comical.
His body blurred into a streak of light, charging toward the radiant immortal pool. He struck out fiercely, as if ready to destroy everything—a clear warning that if pushed further, he’d ruin the place, leaving no one to enter the inheritance grounds.
A cold snort echoed as someone took offense.
The young master of the Immortal Palace, his eyes unfathomably deep, pupils glowing with terrifying symbols, exuded an aura of collapsing stars and dying suns. He raised a hand to stop the fatty, silver light erupting from his palm in a devastating strike.
Everyone recoiled in shock.
Even the golden lamp-wielding youth beside the Witch narrowed his eyes, intrigued. He was undoubtedly a supreme first-generation descendant, one who towered above his peers.
Lightning Child, Teng Yi, Zhen Gu, the Glutton, Qing Xian—all were stunned, not just wary of the Immortal Palace inheritor but also shocked by the fatty’s strength.
Provoked by the Immortal Palace inheritor’s attack, the fatty erupted with blinding radiance, his body covered in flickering symbols that coalesced into a deadly technique.
At the Array Formation Realm, cultivators could inscribe condensed formations into their flesh to enhance combat power—and the fatty was clearly unleashing a terrifying one.
“Wait—this fatty’s too strong!”
In that moment, everyone gasped. The aura bursting from the fatty was monstrous, as if he could slay gods. His symbols blazed into the sky, and around him swirled faint wisps of mist—**Chaos Qi**?!
Who was this person?!
**Whoosh!**
Sword light split the heavens as the fatty’s body radiated blade energy, like rainbows and lightning, distorting the void and leaving cracks. His offensive power dominated the scene.
Even the young master of the Immortal Palace was stunned, his silver divine light blocked and gradually dissipating.
Everyone inhaled sharply. Truly, appearances were deceiving—this unassuming, harmless-looking fatty was a monster when provoked.
“**The Third Killing Formation!**”
The Immortal Palace inheritor’s words sent tremors through the crowd. The Third Killing Formation—the third most powerful Chaos killing array since the dawn of creation, infamous for slaughtering supreme beings and sweeping through all opposition.
This formation, born from the blood of unparalleled titans, was an unrivaled divine matrix!
For this youth to possess it—what was his background? Every first-generation descendant was shaken to the core.
Even Shi Hao, watching from afar, was stunned. This fatty was no ordinary trickster—his origins were extraordinary.
“Impressive. He’s inscribed a fragment of the formation into his body, making his attacks terrifying. If he fights defensively, he might even withstand the Immortal Palace inheritor’s assaults,” remarked the golden lamp-wielding youth beside the Witch, his tall, majestic figure shrouded in radiant light.
Everyone narrowed their eyes. This fatty was no joke.
To wield the Third Killing Formation meant his ancient sect was beyond imagination.
Cultivators at the Array Formation Realm could engrave formations into their bodies—yet he had chosen the Third Killing Formation. It was chilling.
“Interesting,” murmured the Immortal Palace inheritor, advancing to capture Cao Yusheng. The pre-world supreme forbidden killing array was irresistible.
In truth, even sect masters would go mad for it.
But even they would hesitate before acting—such a heritage implied an unfathomable lineage behind him.
Yet the Immortal Palace was different. Ancient beyond measure, rumored to be connected to true “Immortals,” they feared nothing.
Perhaps it was more accurate to say the Immortal Palace was one of the mightiest, oldest sects in the upper realm, unafraid of any other power.
“Don’t provoke me, or I’ll slash this immortal pool to pieces. No one gets anything,” Cao Yusheng threatened.
At sixteen or seventeen, with a round, chubby face, he looked simple and harmless—hardly the image of a prodigy wielding the Third Killing Formation.
No one dared act recklessly. The immortal pool was too precious to risk. If this guy went wild, the consequences would be catastrophic.
Even the Sacred Feather Clan’s descendant and the Netherworld Prince backed off—partly out of caution, partly out of fear. The Third Killing Formation was enough to make anyone wary.
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“Tch, bold of you to come here seeking fortune.”
Two Crimson Feather Cranes descended like bloody lightning, transforming into humanoid figures that blocked Shi Hao near the immortal pool, their killing intent palpable. They were the two powerhouses of the Flame Demon Palace—both at the Divine Flame Realm.
“None of your damn business,” Shi Hao retorted, unimpressed.
“Insolence!” Crimson Feather Void stepped forward, unleashing a barrage of crimson divine feathers like arrows, aiming to crush Shi Hao instantly.
Shi Hao didn’t hold back. He summoned his alchemy furnace, unleashing a torrent of heavenly river water to counter the attack.
With the immortal pool appearing—holding supreme blood and the gateway to the inheritance grounds—this was the time to fight without restraint.
Thus, Shi Hao fought with everything he had.
“You—!”
The moment Crimson Feather Void approached, lightning crisscrossed the sky, thunder roared, and arcs of electricity filled the air. He recoiled in horror, already tainted by curse energy.
His face darkened as he hurriedly purified himself.
The fear was real—he knew Shi Hao was Huang, the one who had visited the Immortal Grave. Even sect masters could perish from its curses. How could he not tremble?
Other first-generation descendants also retreated, unwilling to face the endless lightning and curses.
“Ah, so it’s you—the reckless pup who dares ambush my clan’s guests and slaughter two geniuses at the secret realm’s exit. Today, you won’t escape!”
The Qin Clan had arrived. With the inheritance grounds’ seal about to break, factions and first-generation descendants were emerging en masse.
“Shameless. Hiring assassins from the Heavenly Nation to hunt down outsiders, yet you dare stand here and play judge?” Shi Hao shot back coldly.
“Dare you face me?” Qin Hao stepped forward, clad in the Everlasting Battle Armor, radiant with five-colored divine light, making him resemble a deity.
This was the youth with two immortal bones? All eyes turned to him—even the first-generation descendants were curious about his prowess.
“Do you know they nearly strangled your grandfather to death on Demon Island? Sent experts to hunt him down? Don’t be fooled!” Shi Hao said icily.
“How would you know? Don’t stir discord here!” Qin Hao’s eyes gleamed with divine light, his aura terrifying under the armor’s amplification.
“I am Huang. I’ve been to Demon Island. Everyone there knows—except you!” Shi Hao’s voice was frosty.
This was his younger brother, bearing the supreme bone he once wielded. Facing him now, Shi Hao stood like an unshakable mountain of dao.
“Enough talk. I’ll investigate. Do you dare fight me?” Qin Hao pressed forward.
“Are you tempering him?” Shi Hao glanced at the Qin Clan members, some of whom had ignited their divine flames long ago, their auras overwhelming.
“If you want to kill me, come. I’ll fight you all!” Shi Hao declared calmly, holding his alchemy furnace. He feared nothing—but he wouldn’t fight his own brother.
**Whoosh!**
The immortal pool shimmered, radiant light bursting forth as crystalline blood diamonds surfaced—sealed supreme blood that made everyone’s eyes burn with greed.
Yet no one moved. The pool was still transforming, auspicious energy bubbling from its depths. All watched intently.
“Come fight. You can’t escape!” Qin Hao advanced, eager to settle things before the inheritance grounds opened.
**Whoosh!**
He stepped forward, bringing a gale, lightning, and torrential rain—the very heavens trembled!
**Boom!**
Qin Hao struck, his fist cleaving through the air.
Shi Hao stood firm, his gaze profound as he raised a hand to meet the blow.
The collision shook the world, the void quaking as divine light erupted—the two had clashed.
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