A group of combatants had resigned themselves to their fate, knowing that in today’s battle, they would merely serve as a backdrop to the invincible reputation of the “Little Brat.”
This battle was marked by profound tragedy; dozens of major forces and numerous experts all joined in, only to be wiped out by the Little Brat alone, staining that “demonic land” with blood.
Especially under the public gaze, there was no way to hide it. Everyone saw it, and it was too embarrassing for them to bear. The reputation of their respective factions was left in tatters.
Within the Divine Realm, after a brief period of initial silence, the realm erupted into chaos.
The place was packed with people, with powerful figures from various regions, ancient countries, and major sects gathering to see what made the Little Brat so exceptional.
They never expected that what they witnessed today far exceeded their expectations. It was truly worth the trip, as they witnessed such a fierce and bloody battle.
The Little Brat lived up to the “wrath of both man and god,” annihilating all his opponents in one battle, leaving no one alive. His swift and decisive actions, like a thunderbolt, deeply shocked everyone and stirred their emotions.
News spread like a tidal wave, sweeping across various regions. Not only did the major locations within the Divine Realm quake, but so did the major sects in the real world. Many were left dumbfounded.
“What is this thing?” The Little Brat asked suspiciously, as a ray of light fell, enveloping an object. The light formed a halo like a lantern, hanging before him.
He reached out to touch it, and with a soft pop, the light split open, revealing a piece of metal—irregular and looking like a fragment of some ancient bronze artifact.
“What is this junk?” The Little Brat was quite displeased. After annihilating all his enemies and slaying every expert, he was left with only this broken piece.
People were speechless. This kid was truly insatiable. The Divine Realm had bestowed a treasure upon him, yet he was picky, showing himself to be a little money-grubber.
Many watched with bated breath, eager to see what he had actually received. After all, this event had set a record, affecting the laws and order of this world and resulting in the bestowal of a treasure.
“It looks like a corner of a broken dish. What use is it?” The Little Brat scratched his head, looking puzzled, his demeanor now completely different from his earlier battle-ready aura.
Afraid of missing out on the treasure, he carefully sensed it and found nothing but some strange lines. Unwilling to give up, he activated a talisman, but the bronze piece remained lifeless.
Finally, the Little Brat bit down hard on the metal piece, producing a vibrating sound. Clang, clang—he ground his teeth with all his might, but still couldn’t break it. The piece was very sturdy.
“I can eat ancient beasts, but I can’t bite through a piece of broken bronze,” he squinted his eyes, forming a crescent moon shape, realizing that this object might be special.
“I’ll help you appraise it.” At this moment, Lord Jingbi spoke up, striding over with long legs and stopping with an air of nonchalance, like an otherworldly sage.
“No way,” the Little Brat said, quite wary, stuffing the piece into his pocket. He didn’t trust this old trickster—if he showed it to him, it would probably be gone for good.
“What do you mean, like I’m a thief or something?” Lord Jingbi protested, his goat beard bristling.
“Give it to me. I’ll trade you an unparalleled treasure technique,” Elder Bird also approached. Although he remained calm, the Little Brat sensed that the old man was not at peace internally.
“Hey, these two old guys aren’t just any old birds. They’re so eager; it must be something extraordinary,” people murmured, looking forward. Everyone wanted to know what it really was.
The Little Brat retreated, eyeing them warily, and then turned back to look at the stone tablet before him, hoping to understand it better.
The tablet flickered and shone brightly, with several lines of text engraved, recording his achievements.
“Little Saint of Battle.”
It started with these four words. The text below described how he defeated a group of powerful enemies in the shortest time possible. Based on the destroyed treasures, formations, slain experts, and the number of people, he set a new record.
Many people gathered around, secretly astonished upon reading the inscription.
This time, various sects had sent experts to investigate the situation, with at least a dozen major sects providing blood sacrifices, and more than twenty forces taking action.
Each sect had mobilized at least twenty to thirty people, yet they were all wiped out.
The combined arrays, treasures, and other resources used by these powerful figures were enough to kill the descendants of ancient ferocious beasts, marking a battle of the utmost level in the Blood Transformation Realm.
However, the Little Brat not only survived but also devastated his enemies, killing them all in the shortest time, leaving none to escape.
“A piece of ancient bronze, accounting for one-tenth.”
This was the final statement, clarifying the nature of the reward, but making the Little Brat even more confused about its use.
Yet, when those who approached saw this statement, their expressions changed drastically. Some even wanted to take action immediately, to seize it for themselves.
Elderly figures gasped, their faces full of astonishment.
“How could this be? It’s actually such an item. Has his combat power reached a divine level, to be granted such a legendary holy artifact?”
“This is truly astounding. After so many years, such an item has appeared again.”
A group of elderly figures flushed with excitement, pushing forward eagerly, almost desperate to snatch the metal piece from the Little Brat’s hands for themselves.
The Little Brat, puzzled, realized he might have obtained a valuable treasure and quickly backed away, keeping his distance from the crowd. Seeing that Lord Jingbi and Elder Bird were silently approaching made him even more wary.
“I warn you, anyone who dares to come within my range will be devoured,” the Little Brat threatened, glaring with his big eyes and showing his white teeth.
A shiver ran through the crowd, and they stopped in their tracks. This was a death star, having just bathed in the blood of hundreds of experts, killing many—who would dare to provoke him?
“What exactly is this thing?” the Little Brat asked.
Although many were jealous and wished to claim it for themselves, unwilling to disclose its nature, some sighed in resignation. They knew it was impossible to take it away. In this place, the Little Brat was invincible. Someone said, “This is a fragment of the Ancient Divine Book.”
“There are no characters on it,” the Little Brat continued to examine the bronze piece.
“This is only one-tenth. If you collect all pieces, you can open a celestial treasure trove. It must record an unparalleled treasure technique,” someone explained.
“What?” The Little Brat’s eyes widened in shock, exhilarated by the prospect of such a treasure existing in the Divine Realm.
In the past, there were those who obtained such fragments. Once the bronze pieces were assembled, one could acquire an unparalleled treasure technique from ancient times, something that pure-blooded ferocious beasts and divine birds yearned for.
Upon hearing this, the place erupted.
Many people, like the Little Brat, were initially unaware. Now, they were fervent with excitement, realizing it must be a supreme divine power born from primordial talismans.
“How can I get the rest of the fragments?” the Little Brat eagerly inquired.
“It’s very difficult. You would have to continuously break records, and those records must be the most challenging and nearly impossible ones. Only then would you have a chance to obtain more fragments.”
“That’s good. I’ll clear out the Initial Land and then move on to those cave heavens. I’m sure there will be opportunities to break records,” the Little Brat said with excitement.
The crowd’s expressions changed. This was a harbinger of disaster. After causing enough chaos in the Initial Land, moving to higher realms would inevitably cause tremendous upheaval.
Many others were also deeply stirred, almost suffocating. They turned and left immediately to spread the news.
The higher realms and celestial lands are critical areas for major families and ancient clans, each of immense value and irreplaceable.
It seems that the Little Brat is preparing to plunder and make a commotion in those pristine lands. If he can continue to be unstoppable in those regions, it would spell disaster.
Just thinking about it is frightening.
“What? He obtained a piece of the Ancient Divine Book?” The Rain Clan was furious upon hearing the news, utterly enraged.
The Little Brat had set a record by killing all their members, achieving it over their corpses, and now he had acquired such a formidable item. Their frustration and imbalance were understandable.
Even the old men were trembling with anger, barely managing to suppress their rage without vomiting blood, which would have worsened their condition.
“Back then, Yi also obtained a mysterious holy artifact, though it was hidden and not disclosed. It was rumored to be a treasure, likely not weaker than the Ancient Divine Book.”
The Rain Clan was seething, feeling that this was a major calamity, and wished to eliminate the Little Brat as soon as possible. The only consolation was that Shi Yi was exceptionally outstanding.
The Tuoba Clan, an ancient family with a glorious history, also received the news. Their members were speechless for a while before someone finally spoke.
“This kid is too powerful, ridiculously strong. If he grows up, few will be able to contend with him.”
“He’s only invincible in the Blood Transformation Realm, showing that he has great potential there, comparable to the descendants of ancient ferocious beasts. But once he leaves that realm, he might not continue to be so extraordinary.”
“I don’t believe it. He might be invincible in the celestial realms, but we’ll see what happens once he leaves the Initial Land. He must be eliminated.”
Similar discussions were ongoing among the four major families, with everyone looking grim.
“This kid is indeed terrifying. It’s difficult to deal with him in the Blood Transformation Realm. Once he enters higher realms, we’ll see what he can do. We must find a way to kill him, ensuring that both his physical and spiritual bodies are destroyed.”
The news spread, and the Little Brat’s battle, which wiped out the experts from various sects, resulting in the death of hundreds, was essentially a massacre and set a terrifying record. The falling of the Ancient Divine Book from the heavens, recognizing his combat power and bestowing a treasure technique, left many people in shock.
Whether in the Divine Realm or the major ancient countries in the real world, a storm was brewing, causing immense upheaval.
There were those who envied and those who resented. The reward was too generous. Although it was only a piece of bronze from the book, it represented endless hope. If obtained, it would surely be an unparalleled divine power.
Such a treasure, if it fell into the imperial palace, would even excite the Emperor.
Many major sects and families were in an uproar and heated discussion.
“Let’s form a group to hunt down the Little Brat and seize the treasure.”
“Don’t dream. Even the combined efforts of various sects were wiped out. One person like you wouldn’t be enough.”
“Alas.”
People were debating and making noise. However, many also realized that the storm was only just beginning. Given the Little Brat’s personality, he would surely leave the Initial Land soon. By then, it would be uncertain whether the sects would need to fend for themselves or if the forces would unite to destroy him.
No matter what, a larger upheaval was brewing, and it was about to begin.
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