The head soared high into the air, its face twisted with terror, unwillingness, and fear, filled with disbelief and incomprehension. He was a Supreme Being—how could he be slain just like that? With a single sword stroke, his head was severed. The young man, clad in battle robes, moved with ethereal grace, transcending the mundane as he accomplished this astonishing feat. The Supreme Being of the Heaven Mending Sect died unwillingly. In his final gaze, that youth appeared so transcendent—calm and composed after the kill, as if parting the clouds to reveal the sun, his entire being bathed in golden radiance.
*Thud!*
The headless corpse collapsed, and the head finally struck the ground. A Supreme Being had fallen, his eyes filled with confusion and profound dread. Just like that, he had been defeated, his life ended in bitter defeat. The blood was vivid, but it soon transformed into light, flickering like divine flames, burning within the pale golden halls of the palace—a sight that chilled the soul.
Behind them, many were petrified, struggling to breathe, unable to accept what had just transpired. How could this be? It defied all expectations. This was a Supreme Being—a being who could shatter mountains and dry lakes with a thought, whose breath could swallow millions of lives, whose power was beyond the mortal realm. He could annihilate entire clans and obliterate endless mountains and rivers. How could he be so fragile now, slain right here?
“Master!” Several young men and women screamed, their eyes brimming with terror. With the death of their Supreme Being, they had lost their protector. Their future within the sect would be fraught with hardship.
A group of young cultivators recoiled in horror, instinctively stepping back. This was too terrifying. Shi Hao had struck with ruthless decisiveness, even slaying a Supreme Being. They were now in grave danger.
The four remaining Supreme Beings had already assumed battle stances, each radiating divine light like five colossal divine furnaces igniting the heavens. Light enveloped them as they fortified themselves. They realized something was amiss—the palace still housed several intact divine formations, contrary to what they had been told. This was beyond their control. They had come to suppress Shi Hao, yet now they had fallen into a trap, possibly facing annihilation here.
Extending their divine senses, they scrutinized the surroundings but found no answers. Frowning, they grew even more cautious.
“No matter. We have an incomplete formation diagram. At the very least, we can break through,” declared a Supreme Being from the Western Sect, his body gleaming like indestructible gold, his blood energy surging like an ocean.
Shi Hao watched all of this with serene detachment, as if he were an immortal observing from above, utterly unperturbed.
*Whoosh!*
A Supreme Being from Mount Buzhou stepped forward, testing the formation with action, verifying whether the incomplete diagram could carve out a golden path. Beneath his feet, mist swirled, and silver radiance bloomed, paving a road into the distance.
“It’s nothing. We can break through,” the Supreme Being from Mount Buzhou declared, his sleeves fluttering as he led the way along the silver path, signaling that the formation could be overcome.
Suddenly, dense symbols ignited across the palace, sealing the void. Dozens of purple divine beams shot forth, intertwining as they descended.
“Wait—something’s wrong!” His expression changed instantly. Danger loomed, and he barely dodged in time as several purple beams grazed past him. Yet one still struck his shoulder, instantly reducing flesh to a mangled mess, exposing bone—a horrifying sight.
“The formation has changed! The spatial arrangement is inverted—the diagram is useless!” he gasped, his hair standing on end.
This was a divine formation—any one of them could slay a Supreme Being. Earlier, when the Heaven Mending Sect’s Supreme Being had been trapped and killed, he hadn’t been too afraid. But now, he had personally confirmed that this place had become a dragon’s den, a tiger’s lair. The sensation was unbearable—like livestock awaiting slaughter.
How could the new emperor possess such power? Altering a divine formation was no small feat—even repairing a damaged one would be a monumental task. Who was aiding him?
The four Supreme Beings felt a chill in their hearts. They had fallen into a killing field, their control slipping away. Even beings as mighty as them now felt uneasy.
Divine formations were no trivial matter. Once activated, they summoned howling winds of the underworld, made gods and ghosts weep, and slaughtered saints without mercy. Even as Supreme Beings, transcending the mortal world, they stood little chance against such power.
“Good, good, good. Shi Hao, you truly have methods—successfully inverting divine formations to set this trap and lure us in,” one of them said coldly.
At this point, there was no retreat. They all fixed their gazes ahead, summoning their strongest treasures to protect themselves.
“I once told you—if you dare enter, I will suppress you all. A ruler does not jest,” Shi Hao declared, his voice ethereal yet brimming with dominance.
The crowd paled, especially the younger ones, who trembled in fear before Shi Hao’s overwhelming might.
“Emperor Shi, do you truly intend to annihilate us all? Know this—if we Supreme Beings all perish here, there will be no room for reconciliation,” a Western Sect Supreme Being warned, no longer referring to him as “Little Shi.”
He spoke the truth. Beings of this rank were too powerful in the mortal realm, usually serving as deterrents. If five were to die at once, it would shake the heavens. Whether it was the Heaven Mending Sect, Mount Buzhou, or the Western Sect, none would let this go.
“Paths are walked by one’s own feet. The moment you entered the palace, your fates were sealed. You came to suppress me, to discuss the dethroning of an emperor. Your endings were written then,” Shi Hao replied.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had called him “Little Shi” and openly declared their intent to depose him. Now, it all seemed laughable—they had walked into their own demise.
“Shi Hao, if you do this, the world will tremble. My Heaven Mending Sect will not let this go—there will be no reconciliation!” a Heaven Mending Sect disciple shouted.
“You came to kill me, yet expect me to let you leave? Ridiculous!” With a flick of his finger, Shi Hao unleashed dozens of heavenly dragons, surging forward.
The four Supreme Beings flared with power—two from Mount Buzhou, two from the Western Sect—each protecting their disciples, barely able to defend themselves, let alone the Heaven Mending Sect members.
Originally, the Heaven Mending Sect should have had two Supreme Beings present, but the middle-aged Daoist nun had perished earlier.
“Ah—!” The Heaven Mending Sect disciples screamed as the light swept over them, their bodies exploding into mist—instant annihilation.
At this moment, Shi Hao, fused with the imperial dragon qi, wielded Supreme-level combat power. Crushing them was as effortless as trampling ants.
The four Supreme Beings refused to await death. One from the Western Sect blazed like a golden arhat, wielding a black alms bowl as he charged forward, attempting to carve a path.
*A divine artifact!*
Shi Hao’s eyes flashed. No wonder they had dared to enter—they had such a trump card, now used to escape.
*Hum!*
The bowl’s mouth surged with auspicious energy, resembling a pocket of chaos that disrupted the formation, erasing countless runes as it forged a golden passage.
Shi Hao smiled, raising his golden sword to meet the challenge, using the battle to temper himself.
Seeing this, the other Western Sect Supreme Being also summoned a mighty artifact, stepping forward to assist in breaking the formation.
Yet the moment he moved, Shi Hao activated four divine formations with the emperor’s seal, trapping him in place.
“How can there be so many formations?!” he panicked.
A single divine formation was bad enough—but four at once? Escape was impossible.
*Clang!*
Elsewhere, Shi Hao clashed with the bowl-wielding Supreme Being. Golden sword light filled the sky as his battle robes fluttered, his presence both transcendent and martial.
Runes blazed brilliantly as both unleashed their ultimate techniques—one like a golden Buddha incarnate, the other like a heavenly emperor descending. Their battle darkened the heavens.
The onlookers were spellbound. Was this truly a fifteen-year-old youth? To fight a Supreme Being to this extent—what more could be said? Even enemies had to admit—this was a prodigy of the ages!
*Roar!*
The Supreme Being bellowed, forming a seal. A golden dharma body manifested—a wrathful vajra wielding a massive pestle, smashing downward.
In that instant, even the clouds were shattered. The towering golden dharma body shook the world’s laws, its divine might immeasurable.
Shi Hao, equally solemn, blocked the bowl with his golden sword while his body transformed into a humanoid Kun Peng, unleashing his self-evolved Kun Peng Fist.
*Boom!*
His fist collided with the pestle, erupting with boundless light. Space distorted as if fissures had formed—his dominance absolute.
A shattering sound echoed. The pestle fractured, the golden dharma body cracked, then exploded with a deafening blast that shook the surroundings.
All were aghast. Shi Hao was too formidable—he had clashed head-on with the Western Sect’s vajra body and shattered the manifested demon-subduing pestle.
*Pfft!*
The Supreme Being coughed blood, staggering back. Though his golden body remained, its glow dimmed—he was severely wounded.
The other Western Sect Supreme Being rushed to intervene, but it changed nothing. Shi Hao drew the imperial halberd from his back and said coldly, “I’ve experienced the Western Sect’s techniques. Now, both of you—depart.”
“You—try it!” they snarled.
At that moment, their bodies ignited, transforming into infinite Buddha light, condensing into two relics as they unleashed their utmost potential to cripple Shi Hao.
Shi Hao smirked, activating the divine formations to immobilize them before swinging the halberd with overwhelming force.
*Pfft!*
Blood spurted high. No matter their strength, they could not withstand the divine formations nor the imperial halberd’s might—both were bisected at the waist, their lifeblood gushing forth.
“Little Shi, you share blood ties with Mount Buzhou. We came today to save you—there’s no need for life-and-death conflict,” a Mount Buzhou Supreme Being spoke up.
The remaining survivors were already trembling. How could they fight now? The divine formations sealed all exits, and Shi Hao himself wielded the imperial halberd—who could oppose him?
“If we’re family, why have you repeatedly attacked me? Since that’s the case, why should I hold back?” Shi Hao retorted.
First, he trapped one with the divine formations, then engaged the other in combat, familiarizing himself with Mount Buzhou’s techniques.
“Little Shi, how dare you?! How will you face Mount Buzhou in the future?!” one screamed as Shi Hao’s halberd severed his left arm, blood pouring forth.
“I should be asking—how does Mount Buzhou intend to face *me*?!” Shi Hao roared.
“You—!” The other Mount Buzhou Supreme Being charged.
Shi Hao’s aura pierced the heavens as he activated the divine formations, sealing all directions. Now, he was merciless—the imperial halberd in hand, he began his slaughter.
“Ah—!” One Supreme Being shrieked as he and his artifact were split in two, blood soaring skyward.
“You—!” The other trembled.
Shi Hao’s battle robes fluttered in the wind, his hair loose, his eyes like lightning as he advanced, striking again.
*Pfft!*
Blood gushed as the last Supreme Being was cleaved in half, his life extinguished within the palace.
“How… how can this be?!” The distant disciples wailed, their bodies convulsing, some collapsing outright.
That youth before them was like a demon god—single-handedly slaying five Supreme Beings!
Without a doubt, the heavens had been pierced. The name “Little Shi” would shake the Eight Domains!
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