A resounding dragon’s roar echoed, immense and majestic. Centered around Shi Hao, dozens of heavenly dragons arose, shaking the Emptiness, before bursting forth, plunging forward.
At this moment, the group was filled with despair. They frantically summoned magical artifacts and precious spells, attempting a final defense against the inevitable.
Yet, all this changed nothing. True dragons rampaged, piercing through their treasures, dispersing the arrays of magical glyphs, and Trampling these cultivators.
“Puff,” “puff”…
Over twenty individuals were pierced through, reduced to blood and bone, collectively withering away. Fear and resentment surged within them. The path to escape lay just ahead; they were nearly clear of the Stone Capital, only for Xiao Shi to catch up unexpectedly.
Already before the city walls, many had soared upward, leaping onto the dark, icy stone wall, preparing to unleash secret techniques and pierce through the protective glyph curtain above.
Unfortunately, they fell short by the final step, watching helplessly as Xiao Shi unleashed ruthless force, sweeping through them with unstoppable might.
These were the remnants of the Buthian Sect within the city, the final group left. Xiao Shi pursued relentlessly, refusing to let them escape, executing a decisive slaughter.
“Nowhere to run!”
Shi Hao roared, the Imperial Dragon energy surging, as dozens of mighty dragons soared into the sky, all converging upon a snow-clad maiden atop the city wall for a conclusive strike.
Moon Chan turned, her gaze like a bursting river of stars. Her beautiful eyes unleashed a cascade of glyphs, accompanied by delicate tendrils of white mist, as if capable of obliterating all Emptiness.
“Hm?” Shi Hao was momentarily startled. This woman was no simple foe. She had never displayed such techniques before, and now stars poured from her radiant pupils.
A blinding white expanse arose, halting the advance of the dozens of powerful dragons, the starlight shimmering as if attempting to refine and absorb them.
However, she did not linger in battle. With a graceful raise of her hand, she forcefully tore open the protective curtain, leaping forth from the grand ancient city that had stood since antiquity.
Soldiers lined the walls— Just right. War King happened to be inspecting there. Observing the situation, all could only sigh. The protective formation could halt ordinary cultivators, but not this woman.
Shi Hao naturally would not stop. Stretching his arms wide, golden radiance erupted like divine feathers across the heavens. He activated the Kun Peng technique, transforming into a streak of lightning that pierced the curtain, chasing her beyond the city’s boundary.
As they departed, the Imperial Palace erupted in chaos. This battle was too astonishing; a new Emperor had singlehandedly turned the tide, annihilating the three sects and sending them fleeing, nearly unfathomable.
How formidable were these foreign sects, ageless and immortal through the ages, while empires of the Wasteland had risen and fallen many times over. Generally speaking, the latter could scarcely rival the former.
Yet today, a young Emperor proved otherwise, exhibiting an unmatched Overwhelming Majesty that belied his youth—a withering force that swept away mighty armies, defeating the most exalted sects.
“King Kun, King Lan, King Su… all executed publicly before the Three Sects, personally slain by the new Emperor himself, none left alive!”
No sooner had the battle within the palace concluded than these words spread, causing a massive uproar, weighing upon people like an unbearable burden. It was a powerful deterrent against those within the city still playing the part of the fickle fence-sitters.
With such a glorious record displayed, no one dared to move recklessly. Even the noble families who had secretly surrendered to foreign forces now stood frozen in fear.
“Thinking of fleeing? Impossible. The decree of the Human Emperor forbids all city gates from opening, and you lot must remain confined within your mansions, forbidden from leaving.”
War King and other mighty lords personally patrolled to prevent internal chaos. With the new Emperor now chasing beyond the city walls, there was concern that some might seize the opportunity to rise against him.
After all, several commanders had also surrendered to foreign forces and remained unfound.
At this crucial moment, a surge of force poured through the streets. Troops moved out en masse, clad in black armor gleaming with dark brilliance, wielding war spears and iron swords, brimming with killing intent.
Today, the entire city stood under martial law, thick with deadly intent. Figures bustled atop every gate tower; streets and major intersections overflowed with armored warriors, all mighty presences.
The colossal city exuded tension, an austere solemnity laced with a battlefield’s fierce aura rising like mist.
This was destined to be a monumental upheaval, sure to be etched into the annals of history. Xiao Shi ascended the throne, slaughtering in every direction, pursuing the elders of the three sects, a force that would send tremors throughout the realms.
Outside the city walls, Shi Hao pursued, entirely wrapped in swaths of misty radiance. With a great swing of his arms, Emptiness thundered. He moved with unmatched speed, like a golden comet streaking across plains and mountains.
In this chase, they soared over eight hundred li from the Imperial Capital, landscapes of peaks and valleys flashing past, ancient trees towering, mighty rivers surging.
“The Earth Shrinking Step!” Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed with keen understanding. No wonder he had struggled momentarily to catch Moon Chan Xianzi—she also wielded a divine movement technique.
This supreme skill was pioneered by a venerable ancestor of the Human Race, capable of collapsing distant horizons into a single step. With a stride forward, even the stars could rotate backward. With sufficient power, one might traverse the very galaxy itself.
No mere metaphor—Earth Shrinking could collapse thousands or even tens of thousands of li into an inch. It rivaled even the Kun Peng’s legendary speed. Master this, and one could reign supreme across the land.
Even in facing overwhelming foes, one could flee. This made it a life-saving art lusted after by the cultivator world.
It was also a deadly technique in combat—enhanced speed meant lightning-fast strikes, enabling effortless maneuvering in battle, effectively boosting one’s combat prowess.
Alas, few had the chance to learn it. Within the Buthian Sect, it was even revered as one of the sect’s sacred skills, accessible only to a select few.
Ahead, a massive lake sparkled clear, faint wisps of spiritual energy rising. Ancient trees surrounded it, and auspicious beasts wandered nearby—a sacred haven for cultivation.
Moon Chan halted, panting after a non-stop flight of three thousand li. Even her fair brow showed sweat. Never had she experienced such a chase since arriving in the Wastelands.
Shi Hao, too, ceased pursuit, blocking her path no more than dozens of paces away. Slowly raising his hand, he formed a fist, preparing a decisive thunderous strike.
Moon Chan shook her head. Despite her escape, she remained unruffled. Her beautiful eyes shone like water; her crimson lips parted, voice rich with magnetism and enchanting clarity.
“You cannot hold me.”
“You’re far too confident!” Shi Hao sneered, though his brow furrowed slightly, sensing something.
“Far from the capital, your Imperial Dragon aura weakens. You cannot remain impervious to all spells, especially since your ascension remains confined to the Stone Capital.” Moon Chan spoke softly. Her flowing jet-black hair, as smooth as silk, framed a pair of luminous eyes shimmering with radiant light.
Shi Hao slightly lifted his brow. He had already sensed the diminishing Imperial aura trailing from the capital.
This woman’s flight was a calculated escape from the Suppression of national destiny. She sought to dash into a wide-open realm where she could break free and survive the crisis.
Shi Hao smirked. Even beyond the capital, he still bore a sacred seal within his heart. Through it, he could still draw upon Imperial might, rendering himself immune to spells or calamities.
Yet, he needn’t rely solely on the Jade Seal’s power—he possessed his own divine arts capable of subduing even King-tiered cultivators.
With this moment, Shi Hao emanated a formidable majesty, unwavering in self-belief, unshaken in battle. Perhaps to enemies, it appeared arrogant, yet he held firm to this conviction—victory would be his.
This aura of invincibility held immense significance for a cultivator. Shi Hao had long carved his path, conquering foes, shattering the myth of the Invincible Cyclopean Eyes. Today’s defeat of the three sects elevated this “might” to its zenith!
Moon Chan sensed the shift. Her refined figure shifted sideways, glowing all over, her alabaster skin transforming like jade. She was invoking a unique technique.
Shi Hao was astonished. A dragon aura now emanated from her body. Her lustrous hair flowed freely as she hovered in Emptiness, posture alluring yet fearsome.
He certainly had no illusions of seduction—such a fairy was far too proud for such a petty ruse.
Indeed, the moment she moved, a shocking force radiated. She transformed, her slender body resembling a jade-white dragon.
She remained humanoid, yet mimicking a dragon’s form—bizarre, yet radiating terrifying dominance.
“The True Dragon Art!” Shi Hao was startled. The fluctuation was intense, bearing uncanny resemblance to the ancient legends—unmatched in the current age.
“Shss!”
Moon Chan lunged. Like a fair serpent, pure and dazzling, she surged forward, her white garments fluttering, hair swept back revealing a beautiful visage. Her hands formed the dragon sigil, aimed at Shi Hao.
It was too fast!
A streak of white light shot forth. Her demeanor had changed—exuding a unique charm, a perfect blend of agility and might, like a pure dragon descending.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao, too, activated the Kun Peng Art, his form seemingly transforming into a golden eagle. Wings spread wide, he soared toward the heavens. He extended two hands, rapidly enlarging into golden eagle talons, aimed toward the beautiful white dragon.
The violent collision sent both hurtling backward, both shocked. After long moments, Shi Hao nodded. This Dragon Art bore flaws—otherwise, Moon Chan wouldn’t have mimicked the physical form. There was an imperfection within.
Still, its power was immense. Another opponent, even with full use of the Kun Peng Art, would have suffered grievous wounds or even shattered entirely.
Moon Chan’s chest heaved; the blow drained her strength. She gazed differently at Shi Hao—resisting fiercely without Dragon aura, yet still proving a formidable opponent.
She swiftly regained composure, elegant in her snowy attire, features flawless, eyes glinting with cold murder.
“Hm?” Shi Hao’s heart stirred. Something felt amiss. Clearly, he had the advantage—why the rising unease?
He looked down. At their point of impact, a six-pointed star glyph began glowing—sparked by their clash.
“The Slaughter God Formation, activate!” Moon Chan softly declared. Since he had sensed it, there was no need to hide.
Shi Hao’s instincts flared. He hastily retreated. Only now did he understand how Moon Chan used the dragon art earlier—to activate this formation.
When had it been laid? Long ago, indeed. This woman had prepared well. Even amidst the coordinated invasion by the three sects upon the Stone Kingdom’s capital, she had already strategized contingency.
Shi Hao moved rapidly backward, yet too late. The Ling Lake and surrounding mountains trembled—it was a grand formation now blazing with radiant energy.
Peaks and the great lake erupted in light, stirring the winds and clouds in the sky!
“Boom!”
A massive bolt of lightning fell, targeting Shi Hao—a thick, terrifying silver arc, nearly impossible to resist.
Shi Hao summoned an ancient artifact. Instantly, it shattered, the fragments dissolving into the silver electricity, absorbed into the formation.
“Too late, escape is impossible!” Moon Chan stood afar, a serene smile upon her face.
Shi Hao invoked a technique, his form blurring and vanishing from sight. The name—Slaughter God—revealed its nature. Its potency was deadly; resisting might mean his end.
“Merely illusionary tricks. You cannot flee the formation.” Moon Chan spoke calmly, wisdom gleaming in her eyes as she fully activated it.
In that instant, lightning weaved across the sky, divine radiance slashing downward, consuming the area.
For an entire hour, thunderstorms raged, so powerful they could strike down even a Venerable One.
The Slaughter God Formation once shook both the heavens and earth. Though Moon Chan’s cultivation and resources allowed only the Lei Division glyphs, even this fragment could slay the mightiest of cultivators.
For an entire hour, silver lightning reigned, turning the area into ruin.
Finally, Moon Chan approached the scorched wasteland, frowning as she sensed no trace of Shi Hao.
“Even an army of Venerable One would have been reduced to ashes. He should be dead.”
“Hm, a piece of bronze…”
Suddenly, the bronze fragment glowed, forming a golden passage appearing before her!
“Bang!”
A massive hand emerged, rapidly enlarging, seizing her delicate waist and pulling her forward.
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