The capital of the Stone Kingdom was vast and imposing, its grandeur towering into the heavens. Within its walls, a cacophony of voices chanted the two words—”Human Emperor.” By this point, the powerful figures of the three sects felt a chill run down their spines. It was now unstoppable; Shi Hao’s ascension to the throne was inevitable. The celestial dragons coiled around him were so vividly tangible that even ordinary mortals could see them. One after another, these dragons filled the void, their heads raised in mighty roars. The imperial dragon qi surged in countless streams, converging upon Shi Hao, enveloping him in an aura so majestic it seemed as though a divine sovereign was surveying the world.
Though young, his bearing was steady, belying his age. His deep eyes shimmered with the reflections of suns, moons, and stars as he coldly gazed down upon all. No one needed to say it—his momentum had already been forged. He had gathered the imperial qi unto himself, further bolstered by the kingdom’s divine treasure, the Imperial Seal. Carrying the great fortune of heaven and earth, he ascended to the throne.
Shi Hao moved. Rising from his seat, he descended the jade steps of the throne with the grace of dragons and tigers, the bearing of gods and demons—utterly awe-inspiring. Those who had just been shouting insults involuntarily stepped back, their hearts seized by an overwhelming dread, suffocated by an oppressive weight.
A single youth, standing alone against the combined might of the three sects, yet so composed it sent tremors through the hearts of all present. With every gesture, Shi Hao exuded an overwhelming presence, as though wielding the very laws of heaven. A crushing pressure surged forth, heavier than ten thousand mountains.
“Why fear him? He’s just one man! This is our chance—if this false emperor dares step beyond the Heavenly Palace, we strike him down immediately!” a sect elder declared.
Within the Central Heavenly Palace, twelve massive stone pillars framed a divine formation, preventing outsiders from breaching its defenses—this was why they had halted their advance.
Footsteps echoed clearly through the hall as Shi Hao strode forward, his expression solemn, his body wreathed in dragon qi that pulsed with his every movement. To the shock of all, he stepped through the divine formation and emerged outside the palace, facing the assembled forces.
“He actually dares to come out! What are we waiting for? This traitor must die now!” a marquis roared, knowing he had no retreat—he had already provoked Shi Hao earlier, earning only a cold, piercing glare.
“We were invited here to witness the ceremony. We cannot stand idly by—we must assist the Stone Kingdom in selecting its true new emperor,” a high-ranking elder from one of the three sects added.
**BOOM!**
Shi Hao stepped beyond the Heavenly Palace, his aura erupting with overwhelming force. The final impact of his footstep sent tremors through the entire palace complex.
“Have you forgotten my words? Did you take them as idle wind?” His voice was soft, but his expression was grave. A flash of brilliance ignited in his eyes as his body erupted with radiant light.
“Attack!” someone shouted. With Shi Hao now exposed, they held nothing back. Magical artifacts were unleashed, all aimed at the young emperor.
They had no fear—after all, the three greatest prodigies of the sects were present: the Lunar Grace Goddess, Qin Lun, and Zhang Liu. Any one of them could rival Shi Hao in battle. Now, with all three united, they were certain to suppress and slay him. Unless a miracle occurred, his fate was sealed.
**BOOM!**
Artifacts tore through the air, spells blossomed in dazzling brilliance—all converging upon the newly crowned emperor.
Shi Hao stood firm, his eyes blazing, his black hair whipping wildly as the dragons around him solidified, their roars shaking the entire capital.
In this moment, the world fell into eerie silence. Despite the deafening dragon cries, all other sounds vanished, leaving only a vast, oppressive stillness.
Only the dragons’ roars shook the heavens.
From Shi Hao’s body, ancient celestial dragons surged forth, charging toward the three sects’ forces. A terrifying wave of power radiated outward.
“Not good!” Qin Lun’s face paled as he hastily struck out to block Shi Hao. The imperial aura was too overwhelming—ordinary cultivators couldn’t withstand it. Even sect elders at the Array Formation Realm would be suppressed the moment these dragons manifested.
Zhang Liu, his skin gleaming faint gold like a vajra bodhisattva, moved as well. He formed a mystic fist seal, striking forward with an indomitable force.
Only the Lunar Grace Goddess remained still—yet she activated a formation. Runes surged like volcanic eruptions, crimson sigils blooming in the void, seeking to suppress Shi Hao.
But it was already too late.
Shi Hao stood at the center, his body exuding a divine fragrance, golden lotuses blooming endlessly beneath his feet. He had already unleashed his full might.
**Dragons soared, descending upon all foes!**
**CRACK!**
Magical artifacts shattered mid-air as the dragons tore through them, unstoppable.
**SPLAT!**
Flesh was torn apart, blood spraying as cultivators were bisected, collapsing in pools of gore—unable to withstand the dragons’ descent.
It happened too fast. Those who had been shouting for the false emperor’s death now paled—in mere moments, dozens had fallen.
This was a shocking turn. From the very start, Shi Hao had slaughtered so many experts, including sect elders and Array Formation Realm kings.
Their lives were worthless before his wrath. Blood painted the palace steps, a gruesome sight that stunned all.
Shi Hao was far stronger than anyone had anticipated!
Elders gasped, trembling as they muttered, “The Human Emperor’s throne, the imperial dao’s power—this is the initial manifestation of a nation’s fortune converging upon him. He cannot be left alive!”
This was only the beginning. If Shi Hao, freshly crowned, already wielded such power—his dragons shielding him from calamity—what would happen if given time? He would become an unstoppable threat.
All of this transpired in the blink of an eye.
**BOOM!**
Qin Lun struck. A five-colored peacock, radiant and vast, descended—a supreme treasure technique, the legacy of the ancient Peacock King, a peerless art that once dominated an era.
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed. Facing such a foe, he did not underestimate him. Instead of relying on the imperial dragons, he unleashed his own supreme technique—the **Peng Transformation of the Kun Peng Art**, a strike of unrivaled might.
A golden light erupted as a divine raptor spread its wings, soaring to meet the peacock.
“Hmm?” Qin Lun’s pupils contracted. In that instant, he realized Shi Hao’s reputation was no exaggeration—he was even more terrifying than the legends.
**BOOM!**
The peacock’s wings swept out, five-colored divine light weaving through the void, deflecting the Kun Peng’s assault. The clash was deafening.
Qin Lun remained unshaken. His confidence was absolute—he hailed from the Everlasting Mountain, where the strongest heirs had never feared the young supremes of the eight domains.
Yet, with each exchange, his frown deepened. Shi Hao’s power was monstrous. Even when deflected, the force reverberated through his bones.
At the same time, Zhang Liu arrived. His fist, blazing like a golden sun, struck with world-shaking force.
Shi Hao met him head-on, their fists colliding in a thunderous impact. Then, with a flick of his hand, the trace of a single blade of grass emerged—**a sword light that birthed a miniature world**, enveloping the battlefield.
This was no mere sword strike—it was a **Sword Realm**, a domain of its own, exuding the pressure of a true world.
Zhang Liu’s face twisted in exertion. Though unafraid, he struggled, forced to unleash his sect’s supreme technique to counter.
**BOOM!**
The clash detonated, sending nearby cultivators flying—many dying instantly. The three sects’ forces trembled in horror.
“Wait—this is wrong!” Zhang Liu’s expression shifted. He rapidly altered his fist seal, expanding a domain of his own to resist the Sword Realm.
In that moment, he understood Shi Hao’s true terror. That single sword strike transcended mere sword intent—it embodied the truth of **”a single blade of grass, a paradise; a grain of sand, a world.”**
Too terrifying. Too divine.
Shi Hao was a genius beyond compare!
This was Zhang Liu’s silent verdict.
Meanwhile, dazzling runes lit the sky as the Lunar Grace Goddess’ formation activated—countless symbols descended like stars, aiming to crush Shi Hao.
This was no ordinary killing array—it was a pinnacle formation, designed to slay even beings of Shi Hao’s caliber.
The three sects’ forces breathed a sigh of relief. With this, victory was assured.
Yet reality defied expectations.
Shi Hao’s brow glowed. In response, the Central Heavenly Palace trembled, its structures radiating a faint golden light.
The palace itself resonated with him, its formations merging with his imperial aura to **annihilate the killing array’s runes**.
“He has inherited the throne. The palace recognizes him as its master—its formations now obey his will,” someone realized.
Many shuddered. This “sentient palace” was the result of formations laid by past supreme experts.
“No matter! With the Lunar Grace Goddess, Qin Lun, and Zhang Liu here, how can Shi Hao defy the heavens?!” someone shouted.
Any one of these three was a match for Shi Hao. United, his defeat was inevitable.
**WHOOSH!**
The void trembled as the Lunar Grace Goddess struck. Her formation had failed, so she now attacked directly—her flawless hands forming a treasure seal, her movements ethereal yet deadly.
**BANG!**
Shi Hao met her with the Kun Peng Art, golden light erupting as their fists collided—a golden lightning bolt splitting the sky.
Before he could press further, Qin Lun and Zhang Liu closed in.
Shi Hao fought all three alone, shaking the battlefield. Though many believed his defeat was certain, none could deny the awe he inspired.
“He will die in the end,” some muttered, smirking.
“**I** will be the one to slay **you**. Who dares harm me?” Shi Hao’s voice was icy, his majesty unshaken.
Even against three supreme opponents, he remained composed, countering each with earth-shaking force.
**BOOM!**
Imperial dragon qi erupted. Dozens of dragons surged forth, their roars shaking the world—like an emperor’s procession, clearing all obstacles.
**SPLAT!**
Screams filled the air as blood sprayed. Dozens more fell, their bodies shattered before the palace steps.
Shi Hao, now the Human Emperor, had struck—his might shaking heaven and earth, leaving all in stunned silence.
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