A mischievous little brat bared his snow-white teeth and loudly warned the crowd, declaring that anyone who dared provoke him would be devoured. How could such words be taken seriously? The gathered crowd couldn’t hold back—each one present was either a high-ranking figure from a major sect or a prodigious genius from their respective regions, all formidable and not to be trifled with.
“Youngster, you’re far too arrogant, ignorant of the vastness of the heavens and the earth. Let this elder teach you the meaning of reverence!” an old man bellowed, his face darkening as he prepared to strike.
“Threaten me again, and I really will eat you. Don’t bring this upon yourself!” Shi Hao glared.
Not everyone dismissed his words. At the very least, some of the land-dwelling creatures felt a chill run down their spines, having heard of his exploits. Especially the purple-clad maiden from the Ancient Divine Mountain—Yun Xi—who sensed something ominous. She had a vague feeling that this troublemaker wasn’t joking.
Anyone who had been to the Hundred Shattered Mountains or knew of him in the Void God Realm understood one thing: this kid was absolutely ruthless and not to be messed with. In the past, countless individuals had met terrible fates for ignoring his warnings. Titles like “Scourge of Gods and Men” and “Holy Terror” weren’t just empty boasts—they carried real weight, reflecting his fearsome reputation and brutal style.
“I dare say someone’s about to meet a bloody end!” a few muttered under their breaths.
Yet, most of the crowd remained unconvinced, especially the sea-dwelling creatures who made up the majority here. Unfamiliar with his infamy, they saw only a child and immediately clamored for his death.
“Kill him! What nonsense from a brat who hasn’t even grown all his hair!”
“What kind of great bandit is this? Just a farce. Someone finish him off already—he’s an eyesore!” the sea creatures jeered.
“You’re the loudest… perfect for a delicacy—braised sea serpent!” Shi Hao pointed at a massive sea dragon over a dozen zhang long.
“And your fins… excellent for shark fin soup,” he added, gesturing toward a silver shark king as if selecting ingredients from a menu.
The creatures were furious. This level of audacity was unheard of.
**BOOM!**
Towering waves surged as runes gathered like molten lava, scorching and terrifying. A group of powerful sea creatures could no longer restrain themselves and charged forward.
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed with delight—these were mostly the battle servants of the Sea God’s descendant and the Jiao Sovereign. A fine addition to his menu.
He leapt into the air, diving straight into the midst of the sea creatures. A golden vortex materialized before him, rapidly expanding and swallowing several of the strongest beings. With a sweeping motion of his arms, he yanked the vortex toward him and flicked his fingers inward.
**THUD! THUD! THUD!**
Blood sprayed as the foreheads of several powerful creatures split open, their skulls shattered. Corpses of sea dragons, silver sharks, and giant turtles—all rare delicacies brimming with spiritual energy—collapsed onto the ground.
Grinning, Shi Hao pulled out his Qiankun Bag and stowed them away before turning to the remaining, terrified sea creatures. “You lot aren’t tasty. Scram.”
The crowd was dumbstruck. He was literally picking and choosing his prey like ingredients at a market.
“As expected!” Yun Xi’s heart pounded. This kid had clearly grown stronger—no wonder he dared act so boldly. A strange thought crossed her mind: *Was the chaos of the Hundred Shattered Mountains about to repeat itself here?*
But this wasn’t a confined realm. The strongest here were no pushovers—pure-blooded creatures, ancient sect ancestors, even Sovereigns. Could he really chase them all down? The idea was madness.
“You dare?!” roared Mo Shang, the Sea God’s descendant, from atop the towering altar. One of his battle servants had just been slaughtered and treated as mere ingredients.
Though he didn’t step down from the altar, his halberd cleaved through the air, unleashing a devastating golden tide that roared like a mountainous flood.
The crowd trembled. Mo Shang’s strength was undeniable—his dominance over the seas for the past two years was no fluke. A single strike proved his might.
**BOOM!**
Yet, to everyone’s shock, the boy didn’t retreat. Instead, he punched forward, his fist wreathed in runes that tore through the golden waves like paper.
Mo Shang’s attack could annihilate a group of Transformation Realm experts and force even suppressed sect masters to pale. Yet here, it was effortlessly blocked by Shi Hao’s fist.
In two years, only Han Tian of the Flamefish Clan had been able to match Mo Shang. Now, another had emerged—and he was just a kid.
Even Mo Shang was taken aback. He had clashed with Shi Hao two years ago, when the latter was no match for him. Now, the boy had grown strong enough to withstand his halberd.
Still, Mo Shang remained unshaken. He was confident in his invincibility within these seas. Even Sovereigns would suffer if they challenged him.
“Come here and die!” he commanded from the altar, his tone dripping with disdain.
Shi Hao scoffed. “Who do you think you are, ordering me around? *You* come here and die.”
The crowd froze. This was Mo Shang—the Sea God’s descendant, an undefeated prodigy feared even by Sovereigns. And this brat was taunting him?
Mo Shang’s expression darkened. No one had dared provoke him like this in over two years. Yet, he didn’t descend from the altar. The Kun Peng’s nest was cracking—opportunities awaited. This was a war platform, and he wouldn’t be lured away.
“You killed my brother and spewed such arrogance. There will be no mercy—prepare to die!”
A terrifying presence emerged—a pure-blooded creature from the Ancient Divine Mountain, Qing Yun’s elder brother. His aura was overwhelming, his green hair billowing, eyes crackling with lightning.
“Young master, allow this old servant to handle it,” a golden-eyed elder from the Divine Mountain interjected. Though in human form, his predatory nature was unmistakable.
His palm swelled to the size of a small mountain, blotting out the sky as it descended.
The crowd shuddered. This elder was monstrously strong—a peak-level ancient descendant. If not for the realm suppression, his true form could fill the heavens.
“A big, furry golden paw? Must be a mountain cat. Worst kind—sour meat,” Shi Hao muttered, unimpressed.
He shot upward, a vast black ocean materializing behind him. A gargantuan fish surged within, its dark runes piling into mountains that eclipsed the sun.
“Kun Peng’s Divine Ability!” some screamed, thinking he had mastered the legendary technique.
“Self-created, not the true ancient art. There are clear differences,” a Sovereign clarified, calming the crowd.
Even so, the technique’s power was staggering. The black ocean, woven from runes, and the colossal fish birthed from its essence, drowned the golden palm in a cataclysmic tide.
**AHH—!**
The elder roared as his arm was mangled, flesh torn and bones exposed. He was sent flying, grievously wounded in a single exchange.
The crowd was stunned. This elder was a powerhouse from the Divine Mountain, yet he had been crushed instantly.
Those familiar with Shi Hao’s past—his rampages in the Hundred Shattered Mountains and the Void God Realm—felt a mix of dread and exhilaration.
*He’s back.*
And just as terrifying as ever.
Some couldn’t help but wonder: *Is he about to run rampant here too?*
The thought alone was absurd. The beings gathered here were legends—Sovereigns who could shake the earth with a step, pure-blooded creatures of unmatched lineage.
Yet, against all logic, a part of them couldn’t help but anticipate the madness.
Would this holy terror really chase them all down?
The sea fell silent as tension crackled in the air.
Shi Hao’s gaze swept across them—lingering on the green-haired youth, Mo Shang, and finally the Jiao Sovereign.
A predator sizing up his prey.
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