The little rascal moved swiftly, spreading a beast hide and wrapping a pile of crystal-clear jade jars within it, quickly slinging them behind his back so fast that it blurred before the eyes. “You dare!” someone roared furiously, raising his hand to summon a wave of stardust, instantly transforming into stars that thunderously rotated, one after another, surrounding the area. Everyone was horrified—what a powerful individual to bring such a divine artifact and instantly set down a formation, seeking to trap his opponent right away.
The child was astonished, sensing immense pressure. However, he showed no fear. A rosy radiance shimmered over his body, and behind him emerged a pair of Kun Peng wings which flapped fiercely, radiating blazing light. *BOOM!* One flap shattered a massive star, and rushing forward, another sweep of his wings caused a thunderous explosion. Each rotating star cracked and was crushed instantly.
The crowd was astounded—what a formidable treasure art! It destroyed a formidable artifact so effortlessly, leaving nothing but ruins in its wake. At the same time, numerous glyphs rained down, densely and brightly like sacred incantations materializing in the empty void.
With a *sizzle*, the child left a faint image and dodged the assault. His Kun Peng wings unfurled, lifting him high without touching the ground, leaping hundreds of feet in an instant—his speed was just too overwhelming. Breaking free from the encirclement, he escaped.
“Holy terror!” When he stopped, many gasped in shock, recognizing him immediately. They wore stunned expressions, not expecting him to show up within this Netherworld realm, making this incident a reality.
“He’s alive! He has truly stepped into tiger’s mouth and come back unscathed!” The Initial Land instantly erupted with excitement, with many flocking to see this youth, once known as the one who “angered both gods and men.”
“Back at the Battle of the Heaven-Repairing Pavilion, the place was covered with corpses and dyed red with blood. Few survived from that sect, yet who’d have thought he emerged unharmed!” The crowd murmured and buzzed in heated discussion.
This turn of events exceeded everyone’s expectations. At the critical moment, the key figure himself appeared, seizing all that treasure blood.
“Quick! Spread the word—the holy terror is back and once again within the Netherworld realm, ready to battle all sects!”
“Hurry, report to our clan chief! A major event is about to unfold. Make a decision swiftly!”
“I must report to the princess. She loves such excitement. If she misses it, she’ll be furious!”
In no time, clouds gathered from all directions—the news spread rapidly. Not only did the Netherworld realm tremble, but major sects and ancient kingdoms in reality also became aware. The number of people entering the Netherworld surged dramatically, and soon the Initial Land was packed with crowds converging there.
“There! I told you so—the news is true, but you didn’t believe me,” Elder Jing Bi stood up opportunely, only to suddenly cry out in pain. “Return my treasure blood!”
Bird Elder also stood, roaring at the crowd, “You promised to deliver the treasure blood or glyph bones, but you haven’t handed them over yet!”
But who had the time to pay attention to their boasts anymore? By now, many gazed at the little rascal with red-hot eyes—those from the Rain Clan, and from the Four Great Clans all rushed forward to kill.
In truth, the holy terror’s eyes were even redder. If it weren’t for that pile of jade jars containing the precious blood of ancient inheritors, he would have already lost his temper long ago.
“Thank you all for such a generous gift,” the holy terror said mockingly. “Such a heated welcome is indeed valuable enough to grant me several holy baths.”
Upon hearing such words, the crowd gnashed their teeth, almost driven to spew blood. That blood was so precious they’d rather discard it than hand it over to him.
“Kill him!” The crowd surged, with experts from all sects moving together. They had brought that treasure blood not for trade, but merely as a show. Could anyone truly dare to rob them?
But now the true inheritor had arrived, stealing it all away and catching them completely off guard.
Everyone thought the audacity of this ferocious child knew no bounds. He dared to appear openly, knowing full well that they had fully prepared for him—what bravery he possessed!
A buzzing sound echoed through the sky. Line after line of shimmering silk threads wove together forming a radiant canopy over the Initial Land. This was an intricate net, splendid and dazzling.
“Divine Flame Silkworm!” The crowd cried out, all seeing it now—it belonged to one of the sons of the Tuo Ba Clan, who cradled a foot-long crimson silkworm, its source.
“A champion among the ancient inheritors! Who would have thought we could still see such a creature!”
Everyone’s eyes widened in awe, their gazes fixed on the magnificent creature.
The Divine Flame Silkworm had a translucent red body, like ruby, almost dripping blood. Flames circled around its body, appearing harmless, yet it was a deadly entity capable of slaughtering a foe in an instant. The silk threads it spat out were extremely tough, nearly impossible to sever using any artifact. Enveloped in divine flames, anyone caught in those threads would be reduced to ashes in an instant—it was truly terrifying.
The crystalline silk, glowing brilliantly, wove into a net descending upon the little rascal, seeking to capture him alive.
“See if you can escape now!” The fourth prince of the Tuo Ba Clan sneered. These silk threads weren’t just the silkworm’s treasure artifact but also infused with secret glyphs by the clan’s patriarch, making them almost indestructible.
*BOOM!* The child shifted sideways, his body crackling with lightning, countering multiple glyphs while trying to dodge the net.
“Heaven and earth are bound, the sky is sealed—you can’t escape!” roared the fourth prince of the Tuo Ba Clan.
The Divine Flame Silkworm in his arms shot forth a fierce glow with its eyes, spraying more silk threads, completely sealing off the front.
Even others halted, not daring to approach or attack for fear of being drawn into the radiant, blazing net already ablaze in mid-air.
Suddenly, the little rascal halted, waiting calmly for the net to descend, then suddenly seized the threads. Golden whirlpools emerged on his body, rotating ceaselessly.
“Seize him!” The fourth prince of the Tuo Ba Clan shouted, his eyes blazing with madness. He couldn’t believe the opponent dared to be so reckless—it was practically suicide, as if this person could destroy the Divine Flame Silk.
Flames flared, the crimson threads tightened, glimmering with immense brilliance as they sought to bind and tear the child into pieces, turning him to ash.
However, golden glyphs flared more intensely around his body. The swirling whirlpools devoured the surrounding essence, even swallowing the Divine Flame itself.
“What is this…?” Everyone gasped, astonished. Wasn’t this a closely guarded secret of the Peng Clan—an art possibly linked to the Kun Peng’s treasure art?
“It’s Golden Whirlpool Waves! The treasure art of the Heaven-Repairing Pavilion! But the way he’s using it seems even more terrifying—it exudes the secret of the Kun Peng!” an old man exclaimed, visibly shaken.
*BUZZ!* The golden whirlpools purified the Divine Flame, devouring the endless glyphs, resisting the silkworm silk threads. Then, the child suddenly pulled hard with his hands. A crisp *crack* rang out.
“Heavens! Did I just see that? He tore the Divine Flame Silk apart! What terrifying divine strength must he possess, to have such an indestructible body—one capable of shifting mountains and draining seas!” Many gasped in shock.
The child’s performance stunned everyone. He had destroyed an ultimate artifact by hand, and not just any weapon—it was made from impossibly resilient threads.
In a flash, the holy terror became a golden streak, charging toward the fourth prince of the Tuo Ba Clan. Upon seeing this, many rushed forward to attack him.
For everyone knew—within the Initial Land, the holy terror was invincible. No single person could defeat him. They had to gang up.
*BOOM!* Behind the little rascal surged an entire ocean, its waves surging like thunderous roars, threatening to drown the heavens, made entirely of glyphs. It crashed into the crowd, sending them flying.
But even more terrifying was a colossal black fish leaping from the sea—its size was staggering, seemingly boundless. With one powerful tail-swing, dark runes flashed and struck down upon the enemy.
“Ah!” Many screamed in pain. Weaker cultivators were instantly torn apart. The strongest scrambled to evade, managing only to retreat staggeringly backward, bleeding from their mouths.
“Kun Peng! Ascending as Peng, diving as Kun—it’s a divine Kun!” The crowd cried out in terror. Such a treasure art reappeared before them, shockingly powerful.
*BOOM!* The child sent several flying, then soared down, waves crashing, pinning down the fourth prince of the Tuo Ba Clan. With one kick, the prince fell, and the child grabbed the silkworm.
“You…” the prince exclaimed in horror and fury, but before he could act, the child stomped hard, and the prince shattered, dead.
Everyone’s hair stood on end—what a devastating display! To kill a young noble of the Tuo Ba Clan with just one footstep!
To die in the Netherworld realm meant grave repercussions in the real world—one would suffer severe damage, lose vital essence, and take months to recover. Such an injury could even cause a spiritual breakdown, with severe cases leading to a loss of spiritual talent, causing massive future cultivation issues.
The little rascal picked up the silkworm, observing it closely.
The silkworm glared with murderous intent, its body sparkling with glyphs, glowing like burning coals, radiating intense heat, trying to burn the child to death. Terrifying silk threads spewed forth, seeking to bind and incinerate him.
One glance was enough for the child to know this inheritor could never be tamed. With a firm grip, he crushed it effortlessly and packed its flesh into his bag—this was a flesh-based treasure medicine.
Everyone was stunned—this was too ruthless. This extremely rare and powerful inheritor, killed with just one hand? What a monstrous brute!
A group of experts summoned their artifacts, charging forward to form arrays, seeking to trap and kill him.
“It’s you…” Suddenly, the child roared in rage, sensing a familiar aura. He obliterated several people instantly, piercing through rain mists, breaking heavenly lightning. Then, he grabbed someone up in a flash, his eyes ablaze with fury.
It was a white-clothed youth, about fourteen or fifteen years old, wreathed in glyphs, shrouded in mist—an emerging genius of the Rain Clan—Yu Feng.
“You heartless traitor! You led your clan into a massacre at the Heaven-Repairing Pavilion, repaying kindness with cruelty. Today I’ll split you!” The child screamed, tearing off one of Yu Feng’s arms before tossing him aside. He didn’t kill him immediately, instead proceeding to beat him mercilessly.
Yu Feng screamed in agony, his voice no longer human.
The Rain Clan members were furious, charging forward together.
But then, a wave of lightning appeared—enraged, the holy terror shone with fierce lightning, and behind him surged an ocean, with a massive black fish leaping forth.
*BOOM!* It was an ultimate force, sweeping all obstacles away. The Kun Peng treasure art combined with lightning surged with unstoppable might, crushing everything.
Yu Feng’s followers screamed as one by one they exploded into blood.
The sky was filled with figures bursting apart, dissolving into crimson mist.
Such divine majesty and dominance stunned everyone. No one could believe their eyes—one holy terror had annihilated an army of powerful experts!
“Yu Feng! Rain Clan! You traitors!” The holy terror raged, his Kun Peng wings appearing behind him, roaring with wind and thunder, radiating golden light. Each collision sent flesh bursting into blood mist.
He tore through dozens of sects’ forces, mighty sects of the world. But these so-called elites couldn’t stand against him, screaming and wailing in terror.
The area erupted into chaos. Remembering the Heaven-Repairing Pavilion’s bloodshed and calamity, the holy terror raged wildly, slaughtering mercilessly.
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