The snow-white, crystal fangs transformed into luminous specks. Divine radiance poured down like a cascade as they surged forth like falling stars across the sky—gorgeous and mesmerizing, yet exuding a terrifying aura. A silver moon arose, seemingly suspended above a rippling sea’s surface, bringing peace and serenity. But suddenly, with a resounding clang that shook the very air, that tranquility shattered.
Bei Feng and Little Rascal faced off. One activated a divine treasure, while the other employed primeval sacred techniques. Brilliant beams of light rained down, and ringing echoes never ceased as the entire forest quaked. The luminous points numbered exactly forty-two, swirling and dancing before converging into a meteor shower—a display of unmatched magnificence, yet an ultimate weapon of doom. With a sharp whistle, they screamed through the air, reducing flora to dust and piercing seven-meter boulders clean through like sieves. Indestructible seemed a feeble word for their might.
Little Rascal stood unyielding, his young face etched with determination, pouring all his strength into summoning two silver moons—one shielding his body, the other clashing fiercely against the radiant projectiles, sending out fierce metallic clashes with every collision. This battle appeared akin to those of deities, brilliant and dazzling; both the moonlight and streams of light shed waves of divinity across the area, making the surroundings burst with beautiful, radiant mists and streaks of auspicious energy.
Dozens upon dozens of strikes later, one moon shattered, yet Little Rascal reformed it instantly, maintaining two glowing discs constantly in play as they confronted the incoming light barrage. Up and down he moved them, each strike unleashing radiant divine sparks.
With a soft hum, the lights reversed course and regrouped, returning to Bei Feng’s wrist as a string of beast-fangs—each gleaming pure white and exquisite to behold. Such was the terrifying power embedded within this sacred relic: death dealt unseen, impossible to guard against, cloaked under an illusion of fragility.
“You’re not wielding a magical artifact,” Bei Feng said, surprise clouding his expression, his voice betraying the first trace of unease. “Is this… bone script force?!” It was unnerving, almost chilling—an infant prodigy capable of mastering such arcane mastery.
Farther away, the villagers from Bei Village gaped in disbelief. Every single one stared at the child, shocked beyond words, seeing nothing less than a monster standing there.
“Kill him now! Don’t let him escape alive!” shouted Bao Li Qing, the chief of Bei Village.
“Keep alert,” called Shi Yun Feng urgently. “That is a holy artifact granted by the spirit guardian. Since the beast still lives, whoever wields it may harness its powers directly without activating bone scripts.” As he spoke, his fingers flickered with glyphs while speeding aid to the Azure-Scaled Eagle, scattering medicinal powders lavishly over multiple wounds.
“This time… I won’t let you go!” Today had seen many changes in the little boy. He gripped his tiny fist tightly, his gaze burning with resolve, his tone decisive.
“So young, yet already versed in manipulating profound bone script power—possessing deep understanding too rare even among the greatest tribes—he would no doubt be recognized a genius anywhere!” Bei Feng kept his composure, cold fury in his eyes, though a grim smile curled at his lips. “But pity, child, your days are numbered!”
With a high-pitched hum, once more the necklace flew upward, scattering again into radiant orbs howling toward the diminutive opponent. This time the lights aligned, morphing into a wolf-like beast charging ferociously. It opened wide its brilliant, savage jaws, lunging hungrily for Little Rascal.
With a resonant *clang*, the silver moons spun, slicing into the monstrous form. Moonlight cascaded through the air like blessings—serene and holy—as the forces clashed violently, igniting fiery bursts in every direction.
“Such formidable techniques—capable of rivalling divine relics. Truly amazing,” cried Chief Bao with astonishment, now certain the decision must hold firm: only the death of this child would bring peace.
Suddenly—a flare lit the skies. The bestial apparition split apart, its components separating: claws, gaping mouth, iron-clad head, back plated with hardness all composed of luminous particles raining deadly intent down upon the tiny warrior.
Forged from 42 beast teeth, this artifact could unify or scatter unpredictably. Defense was near impossible before its versatile attacks. In contrast, Little Rascal conjured merely twin moons—an increasingly difficult balance against this celestial enemy crafted from bones bestowed by guardians.
“Now see how well you stand,” sneered Bei Feng, chanting spells passed down by his tribe’s guardian spirit. The beast fangs reshaped themselves—into realistic claws, heads, ready to strike.
*Clang!* Steel meeting steel—the silver moons cleaving against feral limbs, biting mouths amidst intense exchanges, until finally, a moon shattered spectacularly in a spray of dazzling light, scattering radiant shards outward forcefully.
Shock flickered across Bei Feng’s face as he stepped hastily back—for in that precious instant, the youth seized the chance to launch a furious charge straight toward *him.* Beams rushed backward swiftly, positioning themselves protectively before him, but calm painted itself over Bei’s features again. “Can even your swiftness match my artifacts?”
Unwilling to answer verbally, Little Rascal struck anew, rising dual moons flashing forward to cleave the man’s flesh.
In response, all forty-two fangs floated upwards together emitting blinding luster, connecting to form what looked like a resplendent armor cloaking Bei Feng’s figure. The moons’ attacks rang out repeatedly, failing momentarily to penetrate the interlocking array—an indestructible radiant garment.
Then, some of these teeth became especially vividly radiant, transforming into shimmering daggers, spiritual arrows—projectiles launched at point blank against the lad.
*Dong… Dong…* The moons dulled. Forced backward, the brave child stumbled.
“On these Wild Plains, I’ve been hailed a genius—but now came another you!” mocked Bei Feng cruelly as he advanced step by surefooted step. “Farewell short life, poor infant.”
Relying fully on defenses granted by relics, immune even to twin moons striking ceaselessly, the vicious wielder manipulated tooth after gleaming jewel into flying weapons of devastation aimed directly at his opponent.
For years a killer, gifted with talent from birth yet steeped deeply in cruelty—he felt no guilt in attempting murder on any helpless foe; rather he smiled coldly throughout.
“Piercing Light!” came the shout. Undeterred in heart despite overwhelming foes, Little Rascal continued drawing from ancient arts.
*Bang!* With blinding intensity, the twin moons collided midair bursting forth brilliant waves. Distant shrieks like monstrous avian calls filled the field—tremor echoing as though mountain ridges cracked the clouds!
Moonlight fragmented. Silhouettes erupted skyward merging into something solidified—a terrible divine beast spread vast wings roaring to the heavens, diving headlong for revenge.
*Peng!* Like divine war hammer smashing down, Bei Feng spat blood heavily. His protective treasure dimmed drastically. Forty-two glimmering teeth scattered, dropping off the fallen fighter in despair contrasting with others watching awe-struck—the revered divine relic borne by guardians themselves undone by this mere infant!
At this critical moment, the fearless child broke open deeper understanding within sacred techniques. Seizing this rarity with soaring leapt, tiny feet aimed directly at enemy commander’s facial features.
*Pah!* Though slight in size, immense was his might—one leap soared several meters high before crashing full weight downward mercilessly.
A sickening crack followed as left cheek warped hideously, fractured bone twisting expressions painfully. Tears spilled uncontrollably amid cries mimicking wolves mourning loss.
*Boom!* Landing atop chest next, mighty pressure crushed ribs beneath straining under stress then snapping audibly. Already battered previously by Stone Village assailants long ago—now Bei Feng sailed helplessly backwards spewing blood worsening previous wounds while Little Rascal rode him downward mid-air descent.
Pain screams barely human anymore emerged, distorted as he fell alongside this foot planted firmly on pummeling descent.
Half-face entirely caved inward, right torso smashed—blood oozing endlessly from twisted grins.
Too fast! Too shocking! None imagined a small child unleashing so brutally devastating techniques at climactic moments tearing open sacred treasures blessed by divine spirits. Unthinkable indeed.
“Halt!” roared voices simultaneously—Bao Li Qing (clan head) along with leader of hunter bands named Bao Shan cried urgent commands.
Silver moons twirled dutifully at command. Grasping the descending necklace, Little Rascal summoned it gently floating before him—gleaming with unparalleled beauty. Each pearl-like fang sparkled radiantly with ethereal essence locked within crystalline sheaths.
As fingers brushed against them gently, he secured the bracelet snug around his delicate wrist himself.
A sight horrifying and enraging alike—treasure of a clan claimed irrevocably by their nemesis.
Howls escaped Bei Feng throat—then abruptly ceased when foot stomped harshly rendering crippling damage anew. Upon witnessing this injustice done, warriors stormed forwards in outrage.
Another stomp silenced agonies permanently leaving broken remains behind. Without pause or glance back, Little Rascal hopped down nonchalant. One final swing of lunar blade sent arms and legs flying free from trunk.
Roaring beast-like wails escaped torn lips—talented pride shattered irretrievably, worse agony endured than any mere execution could offer.
“Oh guardian-spirit wherefore linger thou?” demanded black-hearted Chief Bao urgently.
From surrounding woods emerged haunting howls forewarning proximity of dreadful entities cloaking world below in freezing menace.
Shi Yun Feng meanwhile called forth warriors poised nearby:
“Lin Hu, Flying Dragon—are you ready? Damn Bei clan’s spirit if shows up—slay it dead!”
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