Azure-Horned Antlers pierced the heavens, its body as immovable as a mountain. Dozens of celestial dragons coiled across the void, shrouded in a misty gray haze that carried an esoteric and profound killing intent, shaking the world.
*”How can he be this strong?”* Some turned pale.
*”The nation’s fortune is vast and enduring. Has the imperial path’s power fully manifested? If he’s already this formidable now, what will he become in the future?”* Elders from various factions wore grim expressions.
For Shi Hao, this was a glorious feat—Little Stone stood unyielding, facing them alone. Even under the siege of three supreme experts, he continued his relentless slaughter, instilling fear in their hearts.
As the newly ascended Human Emperor, Shi Hao took to the battlefield himself, unstoppable in his might. At this moment, celestial dragons coiled around him, their massive forms resting beneath the heavens, making him appear like a god or demon, exuding the aura of one who would rule the world!
**”Boom!”**
A single punch shook the four directions. Shi Hao clashed with the Western Sect’s Six-Zhang Golden Body, their fists colliding like two great mountains. Divine power surged, and the shockwaves were terrifying.
Leaping into the air, he roared, and a vermilion phoenix erupted from his mouth, wreathed in crimson flames, charging toward Qin Lun of the Immortal Mountain. The five elemental energies boiled—this was the power of the primal forces. Qin Lun’s body radiated five-colored divine light as he clashed with the phoenix, his form continuously glowing as he unleashed elemental runes.
The Lunar Grace Goddess, her lustrous hair flowing, her jade-like skin flawless, wore a grave expression. Divine radiance flickered in her eyes as she manipulated a dragon with her delicate hands, unleashing a terrifying divine technique.
*”Dragon Taming Art!”*
Someone in the distance gasped in disbelief. This was a fragment of the True Dragon’s Treasure Technique—legend had it that the Sky Mending Sect had once obtained the corpse of a true dragon and, through forbidden means, extracted an incomplete version of its divine art.
*Could it be true?* Many had long harbored doubts.
The world knew the sect possessed the *Dragon Summoning Hand*, but the *Dragon Taming Art* had only been spoken of in whispers. Now, witnessing it firsthand, fear gripped their hearts.
Shi Hao remained unfazed. Light gathered in his palm as a single emerald blade of grass sprouted, glowing with dazzling brilliance before erupting into a colossal sword beam.
**”Clang!”**
The sword’s radiance split the heavens, striking the true dragon with a deafening explosion. Lightning rained down as the void trembled violently.
This was the sword’s profound truth—a confrontation between the frailest grass and the mightiest creature, the dragon. Two extremes, yet evenly matched.
*”We cannot stand idle. We must act together to suppress this fiend!”* an elder declared.
*”The central palace resonates with Little Stone. We cannot lay down formations here, or we could have trapped and executed him!”* a Western Sect disciple muttered.
Without the intervention of higher-tier experts, the best way to eliminate a prodigy like Shi Hao was through ancient formations. Yet, this palace was peculiar—formations could not be established.
At the center of the battlefield, Shi Hao fought alone against three supreme experts. Each of them was a peerless genius in their own right, capable of dominating an entire region.
Yet, even with their combined might, they struggled to suppress him.
Shi Hao was the kind of existence that, if he wished to flee, no number of prodigies could stop him. Thus, the three remained cautious, sealing all escape routes.
*”I have a method to defeat him.”*
A marquis of the Stone Kingdom secretly transmitted his voice.
*”Marquis Su, speak your mind,”* urged a Sky Mending Sect elder.
*”I, along with some other marquises, possess partial knowledge of the palace’s formation diagrams. If we work together, we can disrupt a small area, turning it into mundane ground.”*
Marquis Su had no retreat—he had already betrayed Shi Hao, believing the young emperor would perish in the central palace. If Shi Hao survived, retribution would be inevitable.
*”You understand these formations?”* A Western Sect elder was surprised.
*”Yes.”* Marquis Su nodded. His ancestors had been part of the Stone Clan’s main lineage, granting him some insight into the palace’s secrets.
*”Good. Work together, and we shall assist,”* the elder agreed. If successful, they could freely set up a killing formation.
*”We have no way back now,”* Marquis Su said to his allies.
*”Then let us stake everything!”*
The group, all renowned figures of the Stone Kingdom, gathered to study the formation’s intricacies. The three sects encircled them, preparing to dismantle the palace’s runes under their guidance.
*”Audacious! What do you think you’re doing?”* The War King’s voice was icy, his disdain for these traitors evident.
*”The great calamity approaches. The deities of the upper realm will descend. We cannot defy the inevitable—we must align with the heavens,”* Marquis Su declared.
*”Stop them!”* The War King commanded.
His loyalists, along with palace guards and the Desolate Heaven Manor’s forces, stepped forward, ready for battle.
But the three sects had brought overwhelming numbers, swiftly surrounding them.
*”Who fears whom?”* The War King sneered, leading his men forward.
The sect disciples hesitated. Though their factions were mighty, they were reluctant to provoke a full-scale war—these were marquises, the kingdom’s elite combatants.
A catastrophic melee was about to erupt.
At the battlefield’s heart, thunder roared and lightning danced. Shi Hao, like a deity, fought alone against three supreme experts. His gaze was cold as he observed the traitors. Had they stood with the War King, even the three sects would have hesitated.
*”War King, fall back!”*
Shi Hao’s voice, though not loud, carried an imperial authority that brooked no refusal.
The War King hesitated. To leave their new emperor alone against the sects was unthinkable.
*”Fall back!”* Shi Hao repeated, his tone firmer.
With a sigh, the War King relented. Shi Hao’s authority as the new emperor could not be undermined, even if the decision felt wrong.
The sect forces rejoiced—this was their chance. Urging Marquis Su to act, they sought to carve out a neutral zone to set up their killing formation.
*”Ignorant fools. You all deserve death.”*
Shi Hao’s hatred for these traitors surpassed even his enmity toward the sects. Among them were even members of the Stone Clan’s main lineage—their betrayal was despicable.
*”This time, you won’t escape.”*
A sect elder barked orders as disciples retreated, activating several sacred artifacts to shield against Shi Hao’s attacks.
Seizing the moment, the Lunar Grace Goddess, Qin Lun, and the Six-Zhang Golden Body launched their most ferocious assaults, aiming to crush him while he was distracted.
*”Do not let him escape!”*
*”Block the Jade Glory Gate!”* Marquis Su directed—it was a secret passage leading out of the palace.
Yet Shi Hao had no intention of fleeing.
This battle, though perilous, was a trial he welcomed. He thrived in such combat, growing stronger with each clash.
*”Something’s wrong!”* Qin Lun frowned.
Under normal circumstances, any one of them could have fought Shi Hao to a standstill. Yet now, with three supreme geniuses combined, they found themselves struggling.
Shi Hao grew more composed, his movements harmonizing with the world. A hazy, profound energy enveloped him.
*”The imperial fortune is empowering him—he’s drawing upon the nation’s destiny!”* the Six-Zhang Golden Body realized.
The revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd.
**”Boom!”**
Shi Hao’s strikes became grand and majestic, as if he were wielding the very heavens to suppress his foes. The imperial aura around him thickened, shielding him from all attacks.
*”The imperial throne’s blessing—invulnerable to all techniques, untouched by calamity. Is this its manifestation?”*
An elder paled.
Marquis Su and his allies trembled. Could even these three geniuses fail to stop him?
*”Any one of them should have been enough for a bloody battle. Yet now, with all three united, how can he still stand?”*
A sect elder refused to believe it.
**”Swoosh!”**
Shi Hao exchanged blows with the Lunar Grace Goddess. A blade of grass materialized, severing a lock of her hair, which he caught in his hand.
The crowd gasped. Even the goddess’s eyes flickered with alarm—had the strike been slightly closer, it would have taken her head.
The situation worsened. Qin Lun, the Six-Zhang Golden Body, and the Lunar Grace Goddess found themselves under increasing pressure. The imperial aura around Shi Hao was impenetrable, while his attacks grew heavier, like mountains piling upon them.
**”Die!”**
Shi Hao roared, imperial dragon energy surging as he repelled the three experts and charged toward the sect disciples and traitors.
The Stone Nation’s palace was destined to run red with blood.
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