“Boom”
The ground shook as the two people beneath Shihou struggled. Their arms flailed, cracking the ground and sending rocks and dirt flying as if two ancient beasts were thrashing about, trying to stand with terrifying strength.
With two thuds, Little Shihou stomped on their backs. The two men groaned deeply, blood oozing from their mouths, and collapsed limply to the ground, unable to move.
The surroundings fell silent. From the appearance of these people alone, it was evident they were significant figures, likely elders of some mighty clan.
But now, they were trampled by Little Shihou, who seemed to have turned into an immensely powerful force. This unexpected display of strength was shocking.
“That’s astonishing. Someone who can break records must have exceptional abilities. Even a child cannot be judged by common standards,” a group of onlookers marveled.
Especially Uncle Hammer, Master Bird, and Lord Jingbi, who were stunned. They had previously underestimated this child, only to see him demonstrate such formidable power. They had misjudged.
They had thought the kid was unreliable, prone to making inexplicable decisions, and had even worried about him being robbed of his symbolic bones, fearing for his life. But now, it was clear they were wrong. This kid was incredibly strong. No wonder he reacted with such greed when he heard about someone wanting to take his stuff. It wasn’t just a casual glance; it was clear he was eagerly anticipating and desiring the confrontation.
“Little friend, please release those two,” a voice called out from the opposite side. The people facing Shihou looked grim, their powerful clan’s elders being trampled by a mere youth. If this got out, it would be a disgrace.
The only consolation was that they were in the Virtual Divine Realm, hiding their identities and appearances; otherwise, they would become a laughingstock among the major clans.
“Not releasing,” Little Shihou responded bluntly with just those two words.
The people opposite him had menacing gazes, looking at him coldly. A mere child daring to challenge their clan’s authority needed to be swiftly suppressed.
“Child, release them. I will have them apologize to you,” a middle-aged man said, trying to calm him with words.
“You not only tried to take my symbolic bones but also wanted to kill me. You think a casual sentence will make everything alright?” Little Shihou replied calmly.
The two men under Shihou’s feet, while not as powerful as the three middle-aged figures leading the group, were still highly influential. They were only second to those three in status and power. When they were enraged, entire tribes with millions of people would tremble. Yet now, they were being trampled by a mere child.
“What do you want?” the middle-aged man asked, his eyes flashing, symbols circulating, and a terrifying aura emanating, making one’s soul tremble.
“I want compensation. Trade it for a clan’s treasure technique,” Little Shihou demanded boldly.
The crowd gasped. For any major clan, their most valuable asset was their clan’s treasure technique, the cornerstone of their survival and rise.
In reality, such techniques were rare. Even large tribes with millions or billions of people only possessed one powerful technique, supplemented by a few minor divine abilities.
Little Shihou’s demand for a major clan’s treasure technique caused the faces of the crowd to darken instantly. How could they possibly agree? Everyone’s expressions turned grim, their eyes icy.
“Sigh, it seems you two are not as impressive as I thought. I was expecting a big catch,” Little Shihou sighed, squatting down and looking at the two men beneath him with a look of grievance.
This expression and words left everyone dumbfounded, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry. The two high-ranking figures beneath him were almost infuriated to the point of bursting, feeling deeply humiliated.
Next, Little Shihou expertly and swiftly began to search and loot the two men.
The onlookers were dumbstruck, astonished at his familiarity with the process. Who was the real victim here? It seemed that the kid was the one doing the pillaging.
“You...” The two men trembled with rage. They were of such high nobility that few dared to disrespect them. Now, they were being plundered.
“Pfft”
One of them spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
“You all are so poor. Why didn’t you bring any treasure tools? Even Master Jingbi has more,” Little Shihou muttered.
From a distance, everyone was stunned. The treasure tools that could materialize in the Virtual Divine Realm were highly valuable. Who would carry them around casually? What if something went wrong?
If a treasure tool were lost in the Virtual Realm, it would be like losing its essence in the real world, its power drastically diminished, eventually becoming an ordinary item.
Nearby, Master Jingbi’s face turned black with anger. Was he being equated with the shiny block of material? Did that child see him as equivalent to that glittering object?
“Child, stop now,” the leading middle-aged man spoke. A clear aura appeared above him, transforming into a flower of the Great Dao, filling the sky and surrounded by terrifying lightning and booming sounds.
The other two also had cold gazes, with symbols floating around them, making the entire realm tremble as if two powerful ancient beings were standing there.
Behind these three, the family’s younger members were growing impatient, eager to take action and quickly subdue the troublesome child.
“I’m afraid you won’t give me a treasure technique. Don’t even think about taking them away,” Little Shihou said.
“Seize him!” The leading middle-aged man commanded. He exhaled a blue light that resembled flames or lightning, crackling and spreading out to suppress Little Shihou and counter the power of the red treasure fan in his hand.
However, to everyone’s shock, the child directly reduced the eighteen divine feathers to palm-sized pieces, storing them in his embrace. Then he picked up the two men beneath him and used them as weapons, swinging them toward the crowd.
“Be careful!” the crowd warned, wary of the unpredictable situation.
This troublesome child was using two high-ranking figures like windmills, spinning them with great force, striking in every direction with remarkable agility.
“I’m so mad!”
“Argh!”
The other man also spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. Unable to bear the sight, they let Little Shihou use them as weapons.
“Forget it. If they get hurt, let them recuperate in the real world for a few months,” the leading middle-aged man said, his aura erupting fiercely.
“Kill!”
The crowd charged, their treasure techniques shining and symbols intertwining, turning the area into a sea of dazzling light.
“Pfft”
Little Shihou’s left hand broke the arm of one of the high-ranking figures with a thunderbolt, causing blood to spill and waking him up in pain, with continuous roars.
“Elder, we didn’t mean to. Please be lenient,” the crowd said nervously, no longer able to act freely.
Little Shihou paid no heed, continuing his rampage, sweeping through the area. The bodies of the two men were incredibly strong and resilient, causing chaos among the crowd, with severed limbs and blood everywhere.
In the heat of battle, bloodshed was inevitable. Soon, a heap of people lay on the ground, all spoils of Little Shihou’s plundering. He gathered the severed limbs and incapacitated people together.
The two men beneath him were left with only half of their bodies, wailing in agony. If this continued, they would undoubtedly die, and eventually, he tossed them into the pile of bodies.
It resembled a heap of corpses. Although the people were still alive, blood flowed like a river, creating a rather horrifying scene that made one want to vomit.
Fortunately, this was the Virtual Divine Realm. With enough time to recuperate, they could recover. Otherwise, such a massacre would be terrifying—many experts from a major clan could be crippled, causing immense losses.
"Damn the Initial Land; I can only unleash the strength of the Blood Transformation Realm," a major figure fumed. They were shocked; the child opposite was also at the Blood Transformation Realm. A single person was battling their entire group—such power was hard to believe if it were to be spread.
However, with so many witnesses, the reality was undeniable. Everyone was astonished, having underestimated this seemingly foolish child. He was far too formidable to provoke.
In no time, only three major figures remained, all battered and bloodied.
These were powerful individuals whose roars could stir the winds and shake the surroundings. Today, in the Initial Land, they could not withstand a mere child. This would surely be ridiculed if it got out.
Everyone was horrified. From one perspective, if all were at the Blood Transformation Realm, none of the people from the major clan could match the child. This indicated the rise of a new star, another prodigious talent.
"Young friend, you have gone too far. You have injured countless of my people. Do you wish to continue?" a middle-aged man said, somewhat helpless. Was he considering asking the clan for reinforcements to deal with the child?
"With over a hundred people down, only you three are left. Why don’t you join them on the ground?" Little Shihou grinned, his teeth gleaming white, looking like a little devil in the eyes of these people.
Despite their symbols filling the sky and their terrifying aura, they were still in the Blood Transformation Realm. Little Shihou rampaged with an almost invincible momentum.
“Bang!”
He slapped out, sending a stream of light flying, piercing through the back of one middle-aged man. The blood flowed freely as he collapsed into the pile of bodies.
Then, he lunged forward, kicking through another’s countless symbols and smashing his legs. The sound of bones cracking was heard as the man fell with a groan, landing among the bodies.
The last man tried to escape, rushing into the distance. Little Shihou’s red feather flashed, a divine plume extending to several dozen feet long. With a whoosh, it turned one of the man’s legs to ash, causing him to fall down.
In the blink of an eye, the major clan’s forces were all captured.
“Eh, wait, there’s still one missing.” Little Shihou controlled the red feather, whipping it to knock over a young man hiding at a distance. He spat blood and was captured.
“Thank you. What’s your name? I heard you are Young Master Chiyun’s younger brother. You’re the only one who gave me a treasure tool. The rest are so poor,” Little Shihou said.
“Pfft”
The young man coughed up blood, fainting from the combined injuries and rage.
Everyone was stunned. The scene before them was quite spectacular—a mountain of flesh made up of over a hundred experts from the major clan, all captured.
Little Shihou stepped forward, eyes sparkling, and said something that left the crowd in despair: “A pile of spoils is worth more than one or two people. Who will go and send a message? Get a clan treasure technique in exchange for them.”
“It’s you. Go report to your clan. Tell them I like treasure tools and techniques very much and am willing to discuss with them,” Little Shihou pointed at a young man, instructing him to deliver the message.
“Argh!”
The crowd spat blood, enraged.
Little Shihou sat on a large blue stone, propping up his chin and watching them carefully, preventing any escape. His eyes gleamed greedily, as if looking at a pile of treasures, displaying a little miser’s demeanor.
From a distance, the onlookers were sweating, not knowing what to say. This child was truly extraordinary. Just recently, many thought he was clueless. Now, everyone was rolling their eyes, seeing him as a swindler, a robber, a demon.
Little Shihou fondled the red feather fan in his hand, unable to put it down. He realized this treasure was extremely rare and might very well be from an ancient creature.
“After I get the red feather, will your clan’s treasure tools be half-destroyed?” Little Shihou asked.
The crowd was bitter, all snorting coldly, refusing to answer.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, Little Shihou struck out. The red feather fan opened, a flash of lightning, and red flames surged, engulfing a group of people on the east side.
“So powerful! If I could get the real red feather from the real world, it would be even better,” Little Shihou said, eyes filled with stars.
“What are you doing?”
“You little brat, did we provoke you? Why are you attacking us?” the people on the east side roared. Thunder roared and red flames surged, receiving the most terrifying attack.
The power of this treasure was immense, wielding divine might that was hard to resist.
“Hmph, don’t think I don’t know just because you haven’t made a move. You were watching me earlier, and if these people hadn’t attacked suddenly, you would have joined in,” Little Shihou said, controlling the fan. The red light blazed, injuring the people severely but not killing them. They were not turned to ash.
A few particularly powerful individuals tried to escape, but Little Shihou’s fan continued to swing with divine power, creating a scene of flashing symbols and roaring divine sounds, like opening the heavens.
In the end, this group was also subdued, and another “mountain of people” appeared.
“Boom!”
Little Shihou struck again, swinging the fan in another direction. Smoke and blood mist rose, lightning flashed, and another area was engulfed in red flames.
“What are you doing?” the people yelled.
“Robbing,” Little Shihou responded.
“Impudent! Do you know who you are provoking? Attacking us without reason, even if you had ten lives, it wouldn’t be enough!” the group roared angrily.
“Aren’t you also targeting me? Trying to take my treasure bones and endanger my life? Now, I’ve decided to rob you first,” Little Shihou said.
The battle erupted. Although the group was strong, in the Initial Land and within the Blood Transformation Realm, no one could stop Little Shihou. Even with numbers, it was futile; the power of the fan in his hands was overwhelming.
In the end, four groups were thoroughly defeated, all from major clans. Four mountains of people appeared at the scene, leaving the spectators in shock.
“Heavens, what big news! A child defeated four major clans!”
Once people came to their senses, they exclaimed in amazement.
Little Shihou’s eyes sparkled and he said, “Have your clan members bring treasure techniques or tools to redeem the captives. I’m easy to negotiate with. As long as the techniques are good and the tools are splendid, I’ll be willing to leave.”
The crowd was horrified. This child’s appetite was enormous—was he planning to settle in the Initial Land and take on four major clans?
“Uncle Hammer, Master Bird, Lord Jingbi, have you found that mountain yet? Isn’t it just a matter of stepping up and reaching the summit? I’m going to break that record,” Little Shihou shouted to them.
Upon hearing this, the few men’s hair stood on end. This little progeny was indeed extraordinary. Defeating the experts of four major clans was not enough; he wanted to stir up more trouble.
At this moment, a stone tablet appeared, with a line of words glowing brilliantly and dazzlingly.
“这可真是天理难容，又创下了纪录。”
“洗劫之最！”
众人愣了一下，然后轰动起来。碑体上出现了文字，显示小不点在最短时间内洗劫了五百六十三人，创下了初始地洗劫的纪录。
大家眼花缭乱，这样的纪录似乎有些不光彩。
石碑闪耀，提示小不点要补充信息。他在石碑上刷刷点点，留下了八个大字：“天纵神武，光明正大。”
与此同时，虚神界各地的所有人都看到了这个新出现的纪录，顿时一片哗然。
“这不可能吧，怎么又是这个小子？”
“这是什么纪录？洗劫之最，天纵神武，光明正大，我是不是精神错乱了？”
“这小子是从哪里冒出来的？洗劫竟然也能被称为光明正大，他到底做了什么让人神共愤的事情？”
整个天地喧嚣不已，很多人感到困惑，一边咒骂，一边派人去打探消息。
“一个人洗劫了五百多人，还要敲诈勒索四大族，果然是人神共愤啊。”
“这小子从哪里蹦出来的，他想逆天吗？”
整个虚神界震惊不已，激起了轩然大波。即使是在高层次的洞天福地中的那些人，也都想去初始地看看。
这究竟是怎样的熊孩子，怎么总是创造这种不光彩的纪录？
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