“Boom!” A colossal palm wreathed in earthen-yellow radiance descended from the heavens like a divine demon’s strike, aiming to shatter Little Rascal. It was that human youth, around fourteen or fifteen years old, his physique robust as if a barbaric deity had descended to the mortal realm. He had already clashed with Little Rascal dozens of times. The holy terror roared with unparalleled ferocity, engaging him in battle, his body surrounded by swirling glyphs like a young celestial being. Though not towering in stature, his presence was overwhelmingly intimidating.
Between them, radiant light surged, essence energy billowed, and fierce gales howled, splitting the stone mountains apart—such was the terror of their clash. In this life-and-death struggle, both Little Rascal and his opponent were sent flying. The battle was perilous, with treasure spells rampaging like floods, light filling the sky, and the intensity unmatched.
A dragon’s roar echoed as another formidable enemy lunged forward—the Flood Dragon. Its powerful body, covered in luminous scales, gleamed like immortal metal, shattering boulders weighing tens of thousands of pounds with a mere charge. Its physique was peerless, a descendant of ancient dire beasts, and its lineage specialized in physical might, making it nearly unmatched.
“Bang!” The Flood Dragon collided with Little Rascal, first clashing claws against fists before twisting away, its long, dazzling tail sweeping through the air, annihilating everything in its path. Little Rascal dodged, but the tail sent countless boulders—weighing from thousands to tens of thousands of pounds—flying into the air, where they exploded into dust. The battlefield became a storm of sand, stone, lightning, and thunder, a scene of utter terror.
With a flick of his hand, Little Rascal summoned a storm of lightning, illuminating the sky with a violet sea of thunder aimed at the Flood Dragon. The attack was fierce and tyrannical. “Boom!” The dragon evaded, but the strike obliterated a stone mountain behind it, reducing it to blackened powder. Massive arcs of electricity crackled above the ruins, leaving onlookers stunned. Despite his battered body and grievous wounds, the holy terror still wielded such divine might.
The Flood Dragon’s eyes turned icy as its radiant body twisted back, launching another assault. It coiled like a true dragon, stirring gales that shook the heavens. Its body bore dazzling symbols—true dragon runes containing profound mysteries. When its treasure spell manifested, ten thousand rays of light erupted.
Faintly, the sound of the Great Dao resonated like the chants of gods, shaking the Nine Heavens and causing the world to tremble. The sound swelled into a tidal wave of ripples surging toward Little Rascal. One after another, boulders—weighing from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of pounds—exploded into dust under the dragon’s roar.
Little Rascal steeled himself, recalling the bone texts from the *Primordial True Record*. Turning decay into wonder, these seemingly ordinary inscriptions held supreme truths. His expression solemn, brilliant symbols flickered before him, rapidly rearranging into a golden ocean. With a thunderous crash, it collided with the Flood Dragon’s ripples, both forces annihilating each other.
The spectators were awestruck. Such battles between these beings were despair-inducing, pushing the limits of the Cave Heaven Realm. How could anyone else hope to compete? To step forward was to court death.
Little Rascal and the Flood Dragon clashed repeatedly, each hurling the other back. Wiping blood from his lips, the holy terror’s eyes gleamed. He had suffered grave injuries resisting the divine decree and the Rain Clan’s exploding forbidden formation, leaving his body riddled with cracks, nearly broken. Now, facing both a mysterious youth and an ancient dire beast’s descendant, his wounds worsened, blood seeping out.
Yet, Little Rascal was relentless. Several times, he nearly mounted the Flood Dragon, grinding his pearly white teeth as if ready to take a bite.
“I’m too injured to fight at full strength, or things will go badly,” he muttered. The deepest of his wounds, crisscrossing his body, bled profusely. Any further strain might tear him apart.
“Hand over the Primordial Divine Book!” the human youth roared, charging. His palm, shrouded in earthen-yellow mist, expanded like a mountain range, pressing down on the sky. A blurry *Bixi*—a mythical beast resembling a tiger with dragon horns—emerged from the mist, its terrifying aura swallowing the world.
Little Rascal let out a battle cry, his eyes blazing. A violet *Suanni*—a lion-like dragon—rose behind him, towering like a mountain, wreathed in lightning as it clashed with the *Bixi*. The two ancient dire beasts fought as if tearing apart the world itself.
At the same time, Little Rascal lunged at the youth. Their battle was equally fierce, blood splattering as they exchanged blows.
“You can’t keep the Bronze Divine Book!” the mysterious youth snarled. Clad in beast hides, his bronzed body radiated raw power, like a barbaric god incarnate.
“Boom!” Little Rascal answered with his fists. Despite his injuries, his strikes remained indomitable, shaking both combatants. Their divine bodies trembled, light and glyphs filling the air, blinding onlookers.
“Ahhh!” The youth roared, his eyes blazing. How could this younger, wounded boy still match him?
“Wham!” The youth’s leg whipped out like a steel whip, slicing through the air, glyphs surging like tidal waves. Little Rascal leaped, dodging, then countered with a sweeping kick, golden light flooding the battlefield.
“Bang!” The youth blocked with one arm while grabbing for Little Rascal’s ankle, attempting to tear him apart. His wild eyes burned with ferocity.
“Hmph!” Little Rascal twisted, driving his foot down toward the youth’s head.
“Break!” The youth roared, lifting his arms as if to sunder the heavens, gripping Little Rascal’s leg to rend him apart.
“Boom!” Little Rascal anchored himself in the void, unmovable as a boulder. His palms ignited with golden flames, a faint *Kunpeng*—a mythical whale-bird—manifesting as he pressed toward the youth’s skull.
“Ahhh!” The youth’s aura shifted, white mist erupting as a white tiger materialized behind him, clashing with the *Kunpeng*. Their bodies collided, shockwaves flooding the battlefield.
The spectators were stunned. These two were monstrous, their battle tearing apart the already ruined Rain Clan’s sacred grounds.
Finally, Little Rascal drove the youth into the earth, the ground splitting apart. The holy terror, now berserk, grappled with his foe, both drenched in blood.
“Boom!” Another exchange sent them flying apart, blood dripping from their lips.
Little Rascal’s surroundings erupted with Cave Heavens, magma churning as he forcibly attempted to open his tenth one, seeking transcendence mid-battle.
But the Flood Dragon struck again, denying him respite. The situation was dire. Despite his strength, his battered body couldn’t sustain this onslaught.
“You’ve pissed me off! I’ll eat you all!” Little Rascal glared furiously.
Locked in combat with the Flood Dragon, he suddenly bit into its flesh, tearing off scales and gulping its blood. The spectators gaped—who was the beast here?
The Flood Dragon roared in pain and rage, lunging again.
“Boom!” A *Kunpeng* surged from Little Rascal, forcing the dragon back.
As he was flung away, he took one last gulp of dragon blood.
“Delicious! Truly a treasure of flesh and blood!” he smacked his lips.
Before him, his tenth Cave Heaven flickered, radiant yet unopened.
“Can I borrow their power? Use them to force open the tenth Cave Heaven, transcend, and crush all enemies in this realm?” he muttered.
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