Chapter 90: The Seizure

Little Rascal’s eyes gleamed with curiosity as he carefully examined the stele. Several lines of text were inscribed upon it, recording the results: *Shi Yi, the Double-Pupiled, cleaved open the heavens, slaying nine Beast Kings in a single battle, setting the unparalleled record of King-Slaying in the Primordial Land.*

This was a staggering feat. A single Beast King ruled over an entire mountain range, their strength unmatched and their presence towering above all. Ordinary men would flee for their lives at the mere sight of one, utterly incapable of resistance. Beast Kings stood at the pinnacle of their realm, peerless and unchallenged—how else could they claim the title of “King”?

Encountering a Beast King was rare enough, yet Shi Yi had faced *nine* in a single battle—and slaughtered them all. His record was nothing short of legendary! This was no ordinary achievement; it was a testament to true combat prowess, the very essence of what countless warriors sought through relentless training.

*”Huh? You’re looking at these records?”* Hammer Uncle leaned in. *”Those names belong to extraordinary figures. The weakest among them could shake an entire region.”*

*”Of course. I’m recorded here too,”* Little Rascal puffed out his chest, his face brimming with pride.

Hammer Uncle had momentarily forgotten this fact. His expression soured as if he’d swallowed a dead rat, leaving him utterly speechless.

*”Your record pales in comparison. You cheated by breaking the Void God Realm’s passage. His was earned through true battle!”*

*”Old Man Fine Jade, what are you saying? Don’t want to trade for treasure bones anymore?”* Little Rascal shot him a sidelong glance.

*”Trade! I was just saying you’re a born prodigy! Come on, kid, let’s make the deal!”* Old Man Fine Jade’s white beard twitched as he grinned from ear to ear.

*”After I’ve studied it thoroughly.”* Little Rascal turned his back on him.

Old Man Fine Jade’s smile froze. *”Thoroughly? That’ll take decades! Will I even live to see it? And brat—my name isn’t Fine Jade!”*

Bird Elder was also examining the stele. *”Hmm, see this record? Shi Yi is no ordinary figure. Rumor has it he’s a Heaven-Sent Sovereign.”*

*”Slaying nine Beast Kings in one battle? That’s terrifying!”* The colorful luan maiden stuck out her tongue.

*”Heaven-Sent Sovereign?”* Little Rascal’s gaze grew distant, as if recalling echoes of the past. A beautiful girl with tear-filled eyes appeared in his mind, whispering to a frail, sickly child on a bed: *”You are the true Heaven-Sent Sovereign. I’m A’Man…”*

*”Shi Yi’s name has long shaken this land. Who hasn’t heard of him? A peerless genius, unmatched in history!”* Hammer Uncle nodded solemnly.

*”Hammer Uncle, find me ten Beast Kings. I’ll break his record right now,”* Little Rascal declared.

*”What?! You reckless brat!”* Hammer Uncle nearly jumped out of his skin.

Bird Elder shook his head. Beast Kings in the Primordial Land were solitary creatures. For nine to gather and attack Shi Yi was nothing short of a miracle—proof of the Double-Pupiled One’s supreme might.

*”Don’t be foolish. If you die here, you’ll need months to recover in reality. Records like his aren’t meant to be broken—they’ll stand for millennia,”* Old Man Fine Jade warned.

*”Is he really that extraordinary?”* Little Rascal remained nonchalant, utterly unimpressed.

*”Of course! I’ve heard he’s already ventured into higher-tier sacred lands, hunting the offspring of Pi Xiu and Tao Wu—preparing to battle supreme creatures!”* Old Man Fine Jade’s expression turned grave.

At this, the crowd tensed. In those lofty realms lurked powerful ancient hybrids—perhaps even pure-blooded dire beasts. Only legendary human warriors dared challenge such beings, ensuring their names would be etched into history before entering the Hundred Clans’ Battlefield to fight for humanity’s glory.

*”Understand this: if he dares face Pi Xiu cubs and Ya Zi descendants, how terrifying must his strength be? Even elders tremble before him!”* The onlookers marveled. Some were born as gods or saints, destined to illuminate the world—unstoppable in their rise.

*”Let him fight Pi Xiu and Ya Zi then. After that, I’ll defeat him,”* Little Rascal said offhandedly.

The crowd, still lost in awe, felt as if they’d been slapped with a shoe. *Why does this brat always ruin the mood?*

*”Heh, Shi Yi didn’t set just one record. That first one was too dangerous—look at this instead: pure physical strength, no bone inscriptions, leaping straight to a mountain peak in a single step!”* Hammer Uncle pointed further down the stele.

*”Incredible! One step, and he soared to a summit? What monstrous explosive power!”* The luan maiden gasped.

*”Truly chilling. Such force is terrifying,”* Bird Elder murmured.

This glimpse alone revealed Shi Yi’s unmatched combat prowess. His records were ironclad, leaving others in awe.

*”Hammer Uncle, Bird Elder, Old Man Fine Jade—find that mountain. I’ll break his record in one step,”* Little Rascal declared.

*”This kid is hopeless,”* they sighed, torn between exasperation and amusement.

Suddenly, a group approached. Their leader flashed a bright smile. *”Little brother, a word in private?”*

*”Don’t agree! They’re trouble—after your treasure bone!”* Bird Elder whispered urgently.

To their shock, Little Rascal’s eyes lit up like a thief spotting gold. He eagerly agreed and darted over, practically throwing himself at them.

Old Man Fine Jade and Hammer Uncle gaped.

*”Little brother, we heard you obtained a treasure bone by breaking the Void God Realm’s passage. May we see it?”* the young leader asked smoothly.

*”Sure!”* Little Rascal beamed, handing it over without hesitation.

*”Is this kid an idiot?!”* Hammer Uncle and the others nearly choked. *This is too easy!*

The onlookers erupted. *Had they known it’d be this simple, they wouldn’t have schemed—just asked nicely!*

*”Hmm, fine quality,”* the leader mused, inspecting the bone. *”Here’s ten spirit jades. We’ll take it.”* He tossed down glittering chunks and turned to leave.

*”I’m not selling,”* Little Rascal said flatly.

The man ignored him, striding away. His companions smirked, astonished at their luck.

*”I said NO SALE! Are you deaf?!”* Little Rascal’s voice sharpened.

*”Little brother, once it’s in our hands, it’s ours,”* one taunted, oozing arrogance.

*”So you’re stealing?”* Little Rascal charged forward.

The group’s expressions darkened. Without a word, they struck—no holding back, despite his record.

*”Sizzle!”* A barrage of glyphs erupted like fireworks, engulfing Little Rascal in a lethal assault.

*”BOOM!”* He blurred sideways, evading by dozens of meters. Twin silver moons materialized in his palms, merging into a colossal grinding disk that crushed the incoming glyphs and sent the attackers flying. In a flash, he reclaimed the bone.

*”Clang! Clang!”* Eighteen crimson streaks tore through the sky, howling like vengeful spirits, wreathed in radiant mist and exuding a primordial ferocity.

*”TREASURE TOOLS!”*

*”Such power—what kind of treasure is this?!”*

The crowd gasped. Eighteen scarlet feathers, each over ten meters long, streaked down like bloodied spears, sealing all escape routes.

This was no ordinary weapon—it belonged to a mighty clan’s elite.

Little Rascal’s eyes blazed. Glyphs ignited around his fists as he charged, deflecting a feather in a dazzling explosion of crimson light.

*”AHH!”* Bystanders were sent sprawling, shrieking in pain.

*”Such a weapon must hail from a renowned lineage!”*

The second feather erupted like a volcano, spewing molten radiance. Lesser warriors would’ve been incinerated instantly—yet Little Rascal held firm, clashing against the impossible.

His attackers sneered. With their clan’s elite joining, victory was assured.

Then—their smirks shattered.

Little Rascal yanked them into the air with glyph-chains, using them as human shields.

*”Sizzle!”* Crimson light pierced through, reducing half to ash. The survivors wailed as he discarded them.

The remaining feathers descended like divine spears, painting the sky scarlet.

*”Clang! Clang!”* Lightning coiled around Little Rascal’s arms as he parried, advancing relentlessly.

*”AHH—”* The discarded men were skewered, erased without trace.

*”They’re silencing witnesses!”* The crowd shuddered.

*”BREAK!”* Little Rascal roared. Silver glyphs surged, forming a massive grinding disk that screeched like colliding mountains, deflecting the feathers.

Sparks flew as silver and crimson clashed, unleashing tsunami-like shockwaves.

*”I remember now! This treasure belongs to Crimson Cloud Young Master!”* someone exclaimed.

The crowd erupted. *”Crimson Cloud? The famed genius? Is he here?!”*

*”This weapon’s origins are terrifying—likely forged from a primordial hybrid’s feathers. It pulses with life, manifesting even in the Void God Realm.”*

Little Rascal didn’t care. In the Primordial Land, all were bound to the Blood-Moving Realm. He feared nothing.

The silver disk expanded, blotting out the sky, stalling the feathers.

*”THUD!”* Little Rascal kicked off the ground, covering a hundred meters in a blink.

*”Hiding here, thinking I wouldn’t find you?”* He appeared before a youth.

*”CRACK!”* A single slap—no glyphs, just raw physical might—shattered the boy’s defenses.

*”Guh—!”* Blood sprayed as the youth crumpled, bones snapping like twigs.

*”He one-shotted the weapon’s master?!”*

*”Even with such a treasure, he couldn’t resist?!”*

*”Wait—that’s not Crimson Cloud! It’s his younger brother!”*

As the boy fell, the feathers dimmed, shrinking into a crimson fan—their true form.

Little Rascal snatched it midair.

*”HALT!”* A group of dignified elders emerged, their authority palpable.

The crowd stirred. *What clan is this? Why send such figures? Is that bone truly priceless?*

*”It must be! It was part of the Void God Realm’s passage!”*

*”No wonder a major clan intervened!”*

*”Surrender the fan!”* the elders commanded, their eyes gleaming with glyphs.

*”You want it? Then get on the ground and prepare to be robbed!”* Little Rascal retorted. In the Primordial Land, even kings were reduced to Blood-Moving Realm—he feared no one.

*”WHOOSH!”* He brandished a feather, now ten zhang long, and swung.

*”THUD!”* Two elders were sent flying. Another swing flattened them.

Little Rascal stomped onto their chests.

The crowd’s jaws dropped. *A major clan’s elders—trampled like ants! This will shake the world!*