In front of the majestic and towering mountain gate, there were numerous beings. Some had scales and armor, while others boasted brightly colored and dazzling wings. They breathed out clouds of rosy light, and all sorts of powerful ancient creatures were present, each with its own distinct appearance.
Yellow mist swirled, the ground trembled, and a massive creature, fifty meters long, resembling a pangolin but with the head of a dragon, appeared. It was majestic and imposing, flowing with golden light.
People gasped in shock. This was an Earth Dragon. As long as it stood on the ground, its strength was immense, capable of moving mountains and draining seas, making it extraordinarily terrifying.
"Roar!"
On a stone mountain, a jet-black raging ape appeared, howling towards the sky. Its roar was like a tsunami, sending chills down everyone’s spine. It pounded its chest, as if a celestial drum was sounding, deep and startling.
With a thunderous boom, the ten-meter-tall raging ape leapt from the stone mountain to a neighboring peak, causing dust and debris to rise, shattering the summit. Its thick black fur bristled as it leaped towards them.
With a loud "bang," the earth cracked, and the black raging ape roared, showing its white fangs, with a dark gleam swirling around it, looking fierce and menacing.
The crowd had to take cover. The raging ape was too ferocious; no one wanted to provoke it. It stopped in front of the mountain gate, gazing inward without entering, its roar echoing continuously.
A butterfly flew in, over a meter long, its wings multicolored and shimmering, dancing gracefully in front of the mountain gate.
The crowd was astonished. Even the raging ape fell silent, stepping back a few paces, showing signs of caution.
“The legendary Rift-Tearing Demon Butterfly,” said the Scarlet Bird, its eyes glowing with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
The Little One also watched closely. The demon butterfly’s colorful patterns were mysterious symbols, like divine patterns formed naturally. It seemed delicate but was extraordinarily powerful.
According to ancient records, the primordial demon butterfly could split the sky over thousands of miles with a single flap of its wings, its power unparalleled.
In the distance, a golden bird looked on with a sideways glance, and another greenish exotic bird kept its eyes fixed on the demon butterfly.
Such beings were deadly temptations for birds. If they could devour the demon butterfly, their own power would certainly rise, but if they were killed by it, it would be tragic.
“Boom, boom!”
The ground quivered as a bronze-colored ant appeared, over ten meters long. Each step it took caused the ground to tremble as if a mountain were moving.
“Divine Ants, another descendant of ancient divine insects has appeared. In ancient times, they traveled in groups and once dominated a terrifying era. Each one could move mountains and fill seas, with immense strength,” someone gasped.
“Fortunately, only one has come.”
“It’s impossible. They are known for their social behavior. How could there be only one?”
As expected, just after the words were spoken, the ground shook again, and twelve bronze-colored ants appeared, all strong and powerful enough to smash stone mountains.
One of the divine ants was not bronze-colored but had a silvery sheen, sparkling brilliantly, and was even more robust. As it approached, it made the crowd’s hearts race.
“This one has a remarkable bloodline,” everyone felt a chill. These were definitely formidable competitors.
Amid the scattering of rosy clouds, a plant resembling a dandelion appeared. It wasn’t a grass but a tree with lush green leaves. Its upper part bore a snow-white ball, emitting a crystalline glow, like white feathers, occasionally shedding some that drifted away.
“Demon Willow Tree.”
Many were horrified and retreated. The falling white fluff was deadly, known as cursed demon whiskers. Once it landed, it would immediately take root and drain divine essence.
In ancient times, a Demon Willow Tree had once achieved great prowess, killing gods. Its whiskers fell and rooted in the flesh of a deity, draining all its essence.
Later, all the saints had to come together to slay that Demon Willow Tree, but it had soaked the battlefield with endless divine blood, making the battle extremely difficult.
Although the Demon Willow Tree was a plant, its roots were like feet and could move swiftly. Once it settled here, it rooted into the ground and began absorbing earth’s essence, remaining stationary.
The crowd avoided it like a venomous snake, clearing an area around it, unwilling to approach.
Suddenly, a fierce wind picked up, sand and stones flying. A large bird with a green body but red spots dove from the sky, emitting a brilliant light, with a pure white beak. Most peculiar was that it had only one leg but landed firmly, shaking the ground.
“Bifang, it’s the legendary Bifang!” someone exclaimed.
Everyone turned pale. Such exotic birds were extremely rare, but in ancient times, they were demon lords, known as the Sky-Level Demon Bird, invincible. A supreme member of their race had once eaten several deities.
Everyone retreated. This kind of demon bird was very rare, and they wondered if this Bifang’s bloodline was pure enough. If it were a Sky-Level demon bird’s cub, it could probably devour a group of talents with a single bite.
The Bifang resembled a crane, its body green with red spots, its beak white, and surrounded by divine radiance, dazzling and magnificent.
It glanced sideways at the crowd, sweeping over the golden bird, the Suan Ni, the Pixiu, and the Chi Dragon, standing alone, observing the mountain gate.
Around the towering mountain gate, the number of beings grew, dense and endless, all terrifying and the geniuses of various races.
At this point, all human warriors became cautious, wary of making any mistakes, lest they be torn apart by a terrifying creature.
“Little Brother!” Suddenly, the Little One’s face brightened. His sharp eyes spotted a group of nine lions among the creatures. They were very eye-catching, dazzling as if made of gold, drawing attention wherever they went.
The nine-headed lions stiffened upon hearing the sound. They were conversing with several acquaintances and were startled by the devilish voice.
The Little One pushed forward without hesitation. The surrounding beings, seeing a human, grew impatient and ready to get angry, but didn’t expect this young man to be incredibly strong, pushing all the powerful beings aside.
“Human, you’ve entered a forbidden area,” warned a being. This region was full of ancient creatures, all extremely powerful. Humans were not allowed here.
“Don’t provoke me,” the Little One responded, making a group of powerful beings look on with suspicion.
“Roar!” A fierce beast roared, exuding a murderous aura, its fur shimmering with rosy light, intimidating.
“I warn you, don’t show your teeth and snarl in front of me, or I’ll eat you,” the Little One spun around, facing the beast and reprimanding it.
Instantly, the group of beings was stunned. Had they heard correctly? How could the usual ancient creatures threaten humans, and now a young child was threatening them?
“Human, are you tired of living?” The fierce beast charged forward, its runes pouring out like a flood.
Without a word, the Little One swiftly kicked. The runes, dozens in number, swept out like waves. With a “bang,” his foot collided with the fierce beast.
As everyone thought he would lose a leg, the powerful beast howled in agony. Its teeth shattered, blood pouring out, and its massive body flew through the air.
Other beings avoided it as the beast crashed to the ground, unable to get up, its jaw fractured and it howling incessantly.
A group of ancient creatures were all astonished. A human youth so powerful that with just a single kick, he had dealt with a fierce beast.
“Don’t provoke me,” the Little One said, showing some impatience, puffing his cheeks, and glaring at the various ancient beings.
He then walked forward, directly pushing these powerful races aside, moving forward assertively.
The ancient beings were completely dumbfounded. Who was truly the beast here? This child was so ruthless, intruding into their territory and impatiently pushing them aside. It was almost unbelievable.
In the distance, a group of human prodigies were also stunned. Even though some among them were very strong and fearless of ancient beings, they wouldn’t have acted so arrogantly.
This child was too ruthless.
The Little One led the way, with the Scarlet Bird fluttering behind, showing off and saying, “Make way, make way! Haven’t you seen such a fierce child before? Hurry up and move aside, don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you’re not cooperative, you might get eaten.”
The ancient beings were a bit dazed, rubbing their ears to make sure they heard correctly. This human child might really eat them? It was turning their perception of humans upside down.
Especially seeing that the Scarlet Bird, clearly a powerful ancient creature, was so attentive, the once-angry beings temporarily held back their rage.
The Purple Marten, its courage faltering, followed along. Though powerful, it still felt a shiver of fear walking behind this fierce child. The child was too domineering.
The Little One strode forward, arriving in front, with a pure smile, saying, “Little Brother.”
The nine-headed lion froze. It really didn’t want to see this unruly child again, feeling its neck stiffening as it turned its head with difficulty.
“You’re still alive?” Its expression was complex, feeling both resentment and anger towards the fierce child, but also a bit of gratitude. Despite many painful events, the child had risked his life to block the four great powers and had given it a chance to survive.
“Of course, I took out two of those four guys,” the Little One said nonchalantly.
The nine-headed lion was stunned. In such a dangerous situation, this fierce child could still make a comeback. Seeing him alive and well, what he said was likely true.
“Little Brother, I’m glad you’re fine. I was worried about your safety,” the Little One said, patting its golden, dazzling paw.
The ancient creatures who had previously obstructed the Little One nearly dropped their jaws. The "Little Brother" he referred to was the nine-headed lion.
The crowd was dumbstruck. This was a descendant of the ancient god-king who was said to have slain deities, with unparalleled bloodline strength. Ordinary beings would not dare approach it.
Yet, this human youth was so casual, calling it “Little Brother.”
The nine-headed lion, glowing brilliantly, glared furiously, about to erupt. Being called “Little Brother” in front of so many ancient beings was quite embarrassing.
“Little Brother, if you want to turn against me, don’t blame me for being impolite,” the Little One said, glaring and standing firm, facing the powerful being with a golden aura.
The nine-headed lion, filled with a dreadful majesty, stared ahead. After a moment of staring back, it gave in, genuinely fearing this child’s rage, and muttered softly, “Our friendship is one thing, but can you not call me that?”
“What’s there to be afraid of? You are my Little Brother. What’s so disgraceful about it? Who dares to laugh?” the Little One looked around.
The beings who had obstructed him earlier did not dare to laugh, feeling a chill.
However, a few ancient beings nearby were not impressed. Someone sneered, “I say, Golden Lion, you really call a human child your elder brother? That’s quite embarrassing.”
“Exactly. We are brothers with you, and yet you call a human your elder brother. How can we endure that?”
The speakers were from the same race. They had human bodies but with large heads and an additional eye in their foreheads, members of the Three-Eyed Clan. They were powerful ancient beings, entering Hundred-Division Mountain together with formidable strength.
“I say, Nine-Headed Lion, you really shock us. You actually chose a human child as an elder brother. Did you fall into his grasp? Should I help you deal with him?” At this moment, a Phoenix spoke, its feathers dazzling with five colors.
This was an exceptionally powerful ancient being, with ancestors being the renowned ancient divine birds, who had once dominated the world, unbeatable.
“You two, stay out of this,” the Little One said aggressively, moving forward and pointing at the two Three-Eyed Clan members. “Consider yourselves lucky. I don’t eat humanoid beings, so stay aside.”
He scolded loudly, not putting these two powerful beings in his eyes, causing a stir among the crowd as countless beings looked over.
“You,” he then pointed at the five-colored Phoenix, “think for yourself. Would you prefer being roasted or boiled? I’m giving you a choice.”
Instantly, the mountain gate area erupted in chaos. Whether human or other races’ prodigies, everyone was astonished, creating a great commotion.
“Ancient beings, come to the pot! Monthly tickets, come into the bowl! I’m begging for monthly tickets,” the Little One held up a sma
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