The silver divine being stood upon a massive rock, bewildered and dazed. Was this child really a human? How could someone so fierce want to devour him? “Scared yet? Go ahead, scrub yourself clean and jump into the pot!” Little Rascal glared fiercely. Who among them was truly human, and who was a remnant species from ancient times? The silver creature felt as though its thoughts were spinning out of control. How had their identities seemingly reversed?!
“You… are you really talking to me?” he hesitated and inquired.
“Obvious! Is there anything edible around here besides you?” Little Rascal retorted indignantly.
“Roaaarrr…” The silver being howled. The mountains trembled, leaves swirled into the sky. Annoyance darkened its face as the glowing silvery luster retreated, unveiling its true figure. Infuriated beyond measure, he had never encountered a human so insane—to actually desire to eat him? Madness!!!
Though his upper face looked distinctly humanoid and his body was flesh, silvery scales lined every visible inch of his body, particularly radiant about his head were his silver flowing mane, and startlingly brilliant pair where irises of cold gleam pierced.
He had ruled in predatory supremacy long ago—in times where beasts fled upon seeing him—now some strange human boy actually sought to devour him! He transformed to streak silver light toward Little Rascal with furious intent—
“I shall now teach you what respect means—for one destined for royalty!” his energy exploded, a silver cascade surging outward with brutal swiftness. A tremendous blast surged as his fist aimed right toward the top of Little Rascal’s head, gusting violent whirlwinds lifting nearby massive heavy rocks weighing several thousand pounds!
The apprentices from the Sky-Sundering Sect stood astonished. This creature’s might was formidable. If mere wind alone could toss boulders this massive about so recklessly, how powerful must he actually be!?
Little Rascal cried out defiantly and rushed forward. Ready at fists, black locks wildly streaming from the onslaught winds—shedding his boyish appearance momentarily, giving way to valor and vigor, blowing breath glowing like an aurorial ray in midday.
“Boom!” Impact echoed through the skies, a clap of thunder cracking through heavens. Eyes widened momentarily, the silver beast recoiled in shock—the raw, unadulterated ferocity behind their strike matched blow-for-blow! Symbols flickered at rapid-fire paces from within his very palm—interleaving complex glyphwork mid-motion without pause.
Both reeled from mutual force while Little Eyes shined bright, hungering to leap forth. Primitive savageness danced in the firelight of his will!
But now, the silver god quivered within his palm—only by activating glyphs at the final second had he avoided disastrous results! He threw out four spiritual herbs, placing them onto a nearby plateau where they wouldn’t get destroyed accidentally by accident.
Again his glowing pupils blazed, releasing silver streaking rays, longer than twenty feet in extension, speeding toward the child in the speed surpassing divine arrow!
Unfazed, Little Rascal raised his own palm—transparent hand glowing bright amber, erupting in violent cascading lightning, instantly shrouding all in blinding radiance.
The skies lit up as radiant bolts met silver rays in symphonic collision—a golden-lit electric inferno clashed magnificently against silvery death-dealing rays across the battlefield! Little Rascal barely managed dodging to his side, strands of hair cut clean and a minor cut slashed across the neck, bleeding slightly—a near-fatal brush against death’s doorway! One inch deeper would pierce through the throat—and sever everything beneath down, cleaving even the very head loose, sending it into the soil.
Meanwhile on the enemy frontline, the silver beast staggered—charred marks scorched all along its limbs, one silvery scale popped clean off the body’s framework. Surprise clearly marked expression while he gasped in shock—“A technique from the Sovereign Lion’s Treasure!!!”
“Really remarkable…” Little Rascal mused while removing the trickle of blood on the neck. He looked strangely amazed—
“You’re impressive—that explains the golden-plated leonine monarchs wanting to enslave you—Guess you’ll be mine instead!”
The silver entity snapped his eyes to burn in even deeper intensity as he let off another torrent of silver energy from his body, roaring in fiery columns around him—it transformed, making him into a central flame-lit titan, surveying over mere mortals from on high—his power surged ten times, or much more than before.
Once again—the disciples of the Sky-Sundering sect found themselves holding their breath. This progenitary relic exceeded all expectations they had originally assumed. Despite not yet reaching adult status—he carried a king’s raw aura already, hinting a terrible awakening soon. “RAAA!” He pounced in a silvery torrent—an undulating tsunami threatening to sweep everything beneath. Little Rascal hardened expression now gleaming electrically—a tiny yet mighty manifestation of the Thunder God reborn, lifting tiny yet divine hand, firing lightning bolts that sliced the skies wide open like cosmic daggers striking through the clouds, reducing the battlefield in a spectacular war of electric might and silken fury.
The ground cracked—the explosion split a boulder into a pile of dust. Blinding golden brilliance carved paths of fear and wonder within minds across the battlefield. Yet as the silver wave overwhelmed a forest behind and obliterated it utterly beneath an ocean of ruin—he left naught but scorched earth and remnants, a sight that left viewers shaken to bone marrow level at sheer annihilation.
In this brutal contest—the silver divine entity wielded superior seniority and mastery over spiritual laws. He had hoped initially to crush his foe, dominate, dominate, then claim the battle as his rightful possession. But reality laughed bitterly at expectation—the human opponent kept dancing away despite death-defying maneuvers, slipping again outside the claws’ killing reach again and again with maddening precision. Meanwhile, Little Rascal grew only bolder—never yielding to terror, only thriving deeper against death!
With glyphs interlinked, the celestial warbeast continued bombarding the air. A deluge of silver engulfed space as he combined twin sacred treasures—a devastating final strike! Unexpectedly—the skies lit once more. Within young fists shimmered interweaving symbols and a translucent jade mirror appeared in mid-motion. Blocking the incoming silvery barrage effortlessly—it even deflected with the grace of perfect timing. The counterattack struck!
“Thud!”—the silver being bended under pressure, retreating staggeringly backwards—dual glistening holes burrowing into the shoulder’s flesh as warm blood splashed freely upon the earth—he recoiled with shock—
“So! You obtained a sacred bone of the Sovereign Lion and transformed it into a peerless treasure…?!” Sacred bones of mighty beings are rarely found; often when they die their essence self-destruct in protective mechanisms—making their existence rare beyond measure indeed.
“Ah, I’m sorry; seems the reflector slip from my arms somewhat,” Little Rascal’s words were insincere. The beast’s silver stare chilled cold—he had greater cultivation period behind him, his level higher—but even then, he could not overwhelm this brat. Now this opponent employed sacred weaponry—what could he counter?
A brilliant glow flashed—the monster spewed silver orb; expanding mid-swing, transforming into a silver fan unleashing chaotic tides toward his target. Tides of endless chaos rose threatening destruction. With mirror raised to counteract, Little feet were kept still upon this shield—where others stood—the land cracked and collapsed upon itself. Ancient woods flew into the sky and burst apart—great mountains cracked with explosive might. The scene shook souls to their core—the strength behind that sacred weapon beyond comprehension. Observing from afar—the disciples felt dread creep upon their chests; such terrifying mastery should belong solely a noble heir.
Yet such mastery upon such a young one—who mastered sacred tools and techniques? His very youth spoke of impossible lineage. Of course, others remained awestruck equally at Little Rascal—what depths had been his origins? To command relics of lost primal eras, such as a bone mirror fashioned from the bone remnants of the Sovereign Lion itself. It boggled comprehension.
“Unseal!”—A thundering proclamation rang— Little Rascal spun round his artifact—a symbol upon it sparking violent electric arcs. With but a second turn of the jade mirror—an incredible electric arc shot out, a signature secret art from the Sovereign Lion’s inheritance. This ancient power, fused with the mirror, manifested a thunderbolt with unmatched might!
The silver entity darkened at expression, raising that very silver tool in defense—one against one—as rays clashed with another explosion of multicolored sparks lighting up all nearby skies.
Both drew back—wounds inflicted upon expressions—both stunned anew by sheer might held inside tools in respective hands.
“I’m amazed,” spoke the divine entity, “To think an ordinary human with years fewer on Earth’s clock—could rival mine in might. This is truly… new territory!”
A child with such age shouldn’t match with the might of one born in ancient times, yet his foe still held ground despite their experience gaps—an impossible fact he simply couldn’t accept with the expression dark.
“You surprised me! You thought that I might be eaten? Forget eating me… will you consider accepting yourself as my own personal weapon wielder?” Little one mocked.
Veins throbbed—The creature snapped—”If you shall not obey me and the other Golden-plated Lions wish otherwise—I shall tear thee to shreds before surrender becomes reality! This way, nobody will take this warrior for personal gain!”
Hearing further threats Little Rascal darkened—bit teeth in fury while vowing revenge—
“More primordial leftovers harbor ambitions on me as a war pet? Well! Seems their days were long, begging for a visitation from death’s cold touch! From roast Golden-headed Lion ball appetizer to Tiger Bone Soup entr’ee—Looks my menu will welcome a few novel delicacies today—although I suppose… since he’s such useless meat, the scraps might only satisfy a swap in trading, instead.”
Little Rascal now fully inflamed, brandishing the jade bone mirror while recharging it in furious intent, initiating renewed clash anew—
“I’ll no longer play games—Perish!!!” The god hissed icily—unearthing a shimmering dagger of silver brilliance as it shot towards him like an arrow! Meanwhile, silver fan kept his opponent’s jolting defenses preoccupied as to keep him from evading properly when dagger aimed directly at heart.
That dagger—an intricately honed ancient artifact; despite perhaps outclass being the fan itself, certainly deadly beyond reckoning. Between mirror versus ancient-faught talismans—an unheralded trinket appearing so late could only mean terror!
BOOM!!!
Suddenly atop Little Rascal appeared the churning mouth of a miniature volcano; “magma” bubbled while ancient dragon-roars echoed within golden brilliance erupting skywards. In its fury another bone artifact came alive; two ancient golden relics interlinked in radiant harmony emitting dragon and serpents’ mighty howls, eclipsing sunlight itself.
“Crash!” The dagger splattered midair in golden force. The dagger cleaved clean in halves before crumbling uselessly to ground.
“What?” The astonishment of the divine entity could barely find words—an even greater treasure drawn!
“Shzzzt…” That golden radiance soared, twin spiraling dragon shapes merging toward one final, cutting motion. “You’re finished!”
Realizing grave odds the deity spun in escape attempt—but a half-millisecond lost sealed fate. The golden scissors struck—left limbs severed instantly, blood arced in crimson arcs, screaming in denial.
“Aargh!!!” Roars pierced through skies—his remaining silver fan ignited in brilliance, hoisting his body forward to escape along terrain while emitting radiant flashes across.
“Not yet!” Little one snapped his words—mirror’s radiance ignited at his stance, speeding forward at lighting-quick pace behind, chasing him along ground path without pause.
Such exertion consumed their strength relentlessly. But escape and chase became a race of desperate intent. He ran in blind panic. While the pursuing figure darted forth, swifter than lightning, craving a kill.
“How is my tiny junior’s strength such?—What heritage does he carry such formidable artifacts—so rare and beyond ordinary imagination?” A few members murmured while walking the paths where battle had waged earlier. Taking both severed limb remnants while gathering scattered medicinal herbs, their trek moved forward with concern, wary to protect him from harm.
Half an hour later they tracked signs of war and death—a trail concluded in crimson. Finding sorrow and lament on the tiny one face, none of his usual smile showed up; alarm surged across everyone as if they’d witnessed the loss or betrayal which should never have beenfall him—
“He cries?”
“What happened to your younger brother! Why the frown on your lips?”
“My artifact…” His lips trembled; he wept in mourning, “It’s ruined… Completely destroyed!”
“EH!?” Everyone cried aloud in despair—the bone mirror or the golden scissor both treasures worthy of becoming clan guardian artifacts; losing any of them meant irreparable loss.
“Was it the scissor gone? Or was it the mirror,”—troubled a pretty lady-apprentice hoping she might give him consolation.
“Neither.”
As Little One shook his head mournfully, he retrieved a silvery broken fan in hand—glitter and charm extinguished—its bones half-mangled.
“Agh!” They nearly cried aloud at their folly—for he lamented merely spoils of victory and not personal loss—what a miserly glum creature this tiny fellow was…
The divine being now slain, decapitated in final scissor swipe as its head landed with a splat—and later its remains were reduced to ash in violent bolt of jolting electricity from the mirror one last final strike.
“All because I am merely immature in depth… If only I broke my limits sooner—I could’ve finished it swiftly and safeguarded this treasure intact…” Little Rascal fumed at his own limit in cultivation.
Around—fell stunned silence at this junior’s absurdity—the boy had strength that could frighten most adult cultivators already—just below age ten! Did he truly mean ascending even beyond such levels? Dare he dare challenge the very generation of ancient elders themselves??
“This being could make a miraculous blood-based potion—an elixir that would nourish me for boundless power advancement! Yet consuming humanoid beings disturbs my conscience,” he murmured while pondering. His little eyebrows creased at the dilemma—should he consume it at cost to his very heart balance?
A fellow apprentice wisely proposed—”Might instead—perhaps barter for its body?”
He sighed with reluctant acceptance—
“Alas—it might be my better path… Eating would cause haunting nightmares.” His little spirit drooped then suddenly flaring aliv—shouting forth like thunder across the hills—
”Hey!—Got anyone needing a deal on ancient divine leftovers?!” The echoing call reverberates through multiple valley ranges, shocking numerous life forms across the landscape—
“To trade ancient remains?”—a reply came—strangling everyone’s disbelief from afar almost instantly…
The little fire rose within eyes like embers reignited upon the spark of opportunity. Rushing forth—corpse clutched, mirror volcano re-emergency blazing with readiness as he moved toward distant silhouette beyond ridged mountains.
They finally breached the final mountain ridge to find a huge gathering crowd. Dozens! Forty or more talented youths—flanking a celestial charioted chariot that blazed with dazzling crimson flames clearly exuding treasure aura.
“Whence came so many?” The little one eyed warily—their sudden appearance suspiciously timing perfectly with his call?
A voice exclaimed surprise—”Oh! Behold—it’s none other than Emperor’s precious daughter—She’s also a junior sister at Skysunder Academy!”
Realizing the recognition—memories ignited: upon first joining this grand academy journey he once glimpsed her grand golden phoenix drawn palanquin—same regal might was this vehicle! This crimson-drenched chariot stood now surrounded by dozens of youth geniuses standing guard in perfect vigil—it could only ever be the youngest, doted royal daughter of Emperor herself commanding such reverence from such elite protectors!
“Bravo, such an ancient divine species…” One of the group expressed their excitement—“We’re eager and ready to proceed on a fair trade! We welcome your relic!”
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