Chapter 333: All Who Stand in the Way Shall Be Slain
Golden hair stained with blood fell, a small patch of scalp severed, with bright red blood flowing.
"You made me bleed," the golden-haired youth said, touching his head. A few veins bulged on his forehead, throbbing slightly. He had been careless and had allowed someone to get too close, resulting in this situation.
"Boom!"
He flapped his wings, golden lightning flashing and dancing like a series of pythons charging towards Shi Hao. The arcs of electricity were startling, and the thunder struck at the soul.
He was truly enraged. Despite being only sixteen years old, he was already a powerful figure in the Patterned Realm, with terrifying talent. Earlier, he had been mocking and toying with his opponent, thinking he could easily humiliate them. He hadn’t expected to suffer such a severe setback.
This was his racial talent. The storm and thunder wings behind him had turned golden, intertwining with the lightning, exuding an astonishing divine might.
"Bang!"
Shi Hao shifted sideways as if a divine sword sliced through the void, appearing a hundred yards away in an instant. The place he had stood was now engulfed in a sea of golden lightning, crackling loudly.
"Come and claim your death!" The golden-haired youth roared. His妖异 (weirdly beautiful) and handsome face was somewhat twisted. Losing a small piece of scalp was an extreme humiliation for him, something he had never experienced before.
For a young prodigy like him, face was everything. Having even a piece of his scalp cut off was deeply shameful and would be a disgraceful tale if it spread.
A dragon's roar and a coiling qilin (a mythical creature) appeared behind the golden-haired youth, forming a giant, cloud-like presence.
At the same time, he drew his bow once more, this time using extremely powerful divine force. Earlier, he had been too careless, thinking he could easily kill his opponent. As a result, a moment of negligence led to his own disadvantage.
With a humming sound, the bowstring was released, and a brilliant golden arrow shot out. The light beam extended for ten yards, like a stunning rainbow breaking through.
Shi Hao’s entire body glowed, and the divine light within him surged, transforming into small cauldrons, one after another, flowing through his flesh and blood, merging into runes.
He seemed to have turned into a three-legged, two-eared round cauldron, emitting a mysterious aura with faint Taoist rhythms, which was astonishing.
During this process, he also employed the Black Turtle Divine Art. Black waves surged, and a black tortoise formed from cauldron runes appeared to counter the arrow.
A cauldron, capable of both offense and defense, is one of the most complex and intricate weapons, changing unpredictably and in harmony with the ways of heaven and earth.
The complexity referred to here is not about its shape but the corresponding runes, which are ever-changing. Crafting such a weapon is time-consuming and requires meticulous integration with the natural world.
Shi Hao, needing both defense and offense, chose to evolve his divine light into cauldrons and then use them to form runes for his treasure technique.
The Black Tortoise raised its head, waving black waves to block the arrow, appearing incredibly mysterious and powerful.
However, this arrow was a vengeful strike from the golden-haired youth, a fierce technique of the Patterned Realm, easily shattering the black sea.
Shi Hao’s expression changed. His hands moved, and the Black Tortoise turned into a shield, covered in runes, revealing an ancient symbol, the Black Tortoise Divine Art.
At the same time, the fundamental element of the evolved treasure technique, divine light, turned into a cauldron, enhancing both its defense and offense.
"Clang!"
The golden rainbow arrow struck the shield, creating a resonating sound that obliterated all obstacles, dimming the Black Tortoise armor, and eventually cracking it.
"Bang!" The arrow pierced through the black tortoise shell, shooting straight at Shi Hao with undiminished divine might and golden light pouring like a flood.
Shi Hao’s expression changed. His body was covered in runes, and even his eyes emitted divine light, like two small cauldrons floating.
He did not use any other treasure techniques. The divine light within him surged, transforming entirely into small cauldrons. Countless small cauldrons merged in his flesh and blood, making him seem entirely composed of cauldrons.
At this moment, his body appeared hazy, as he employed the most primitive and unadorned treasure techniques. His hands guided and continuously struck, transforming decay into wonder.
Faintly, he seemed to merge with heaven and earth, resonating with them. Amid the rumbling sounds, a misty waterfall fell from his entire body, resembling an ancient celestial deity performing a grand divine art.
This was not a technique recorded in the Primitive True Scripture or one from battle scenes, but a natural evolution of Shi Hao himself, inadvertently aligning with the essence of the Primitive True Scripture.
"Slap, slap!"
Shi Hao’s hands kept striking, like a great cauldron shaking, hitting the divine rainbow and making it sway. The light dimmed and eventually shattered.
A golden wave surged across the sky, wreaking havoc on the world.
"What?" The golden-haired youth was shocked. This time he had no reserve and had truly aimed to kill, but even the vengeful arrow had not achieved its effect.
"Swish!" Shi Hao charged forward, covered in runes, moving at incredible speed. He aimed to engage in close combat and eliminate the golden-haired youth, not giving him another chance to draw his bow.
The golden-haired youth’s eyes flashed with cold light. He knew he was in trouble but remained untroubled. He flapped his wings, emitting a myriad of lightning bolts, dodging to the side.
Shi Hao roared, and the divine light within him transformed into a battle spear. At this moment, his momentum changed drastically, becoming incredibly fierce. He was like a golden war spear, his aura unsettling and piercing the soul.
"Kill!"
The golden-haired youth’s mouth curled into a cruel smile as he activated his treasure technique, manifesting a large hand composed of runes that resembled a golden cloud, pressing downwards.
He aimed to cover Shi Hao from below, using the absolute power of the Patterned Realm to crush him.
"Whoosh!"
Divine light burst forth. Shi Hao’s entire body seemed to release a series of golden war spears, all thrusting forward. His sharp edge was exposed as he charged forward aggressively.
"Boom!" He pierced through the massive hand like a cloud, breaking through and scattering all runes as he advanced towards his opponent.
The golden-haired youth flapped his storm and thunder wings with a cold and mocking expression. Eight huge thunder beads shot out, preparing to explode here.
Everyone’s expression changed. This was the manifestation of thunder path techniques at the Transformation Realm. For a Patterned Realm expert, one thunder bead was enough to destroy a mountain.
Now, with eight thunder beads, they were meant to block Shi Hao and crush him, making it extremely terrifying.
"Uh!" The golden-haired youth was startled.
Shi Hao’s aura changed again. A pair of golden wings with black stripes appeared behind him. Moving at incredible speed, he avoided the eight thunder beads, drawing a graceful arc and charging from behind the golden-haired youth.
"Annihilate!"
The golden-haired youth shouted. The eight thunder beads exploded, causing the area to be turned upside down. Even the lava lake was evaporated, rising into the sky.
However, Shi Hao’s speed was too fast. He had already avoided it. Using the Kunpeng wings to increase his speed, he reached the golden-haired youth’s rear.
Then, he raised his hand and struck.
"Swish!" The golden-haired youth turned around with a gloomy expression and said, "I forgot to tell you, my Wind and Thunder Feather Clan's physical body is the strongest. I’ve been waiting for you to come."
As he said this, he had already made his move, attacking Shi Hao up close, confident that his opponent could not escape.
This was his trump card. To outsiders, holding a bow and using incredible techniques might suggest his physical body wasn’t strong enough, thus he engaged in long-range attacks.
In reality, his greatest strength was his physical body. A Patterned Realm expert had honed his flesh and bones to be stronger than any treasure.
Shi Hao said nothing. He struck with his palm, sending a violent gust of wind.
The golden-haired youth was startled, sensing something was wrong. Not daring to confront directly, he dodged to the side. The gust of wind grazed his face, cutting like a knife and making his skin sting.
"Kill!"
Shi Hao seized the opportunity, attacking relentlessly with a forward strike.
Despite his hesitation, the golden-haired youth raised his right fist and threw a punch, using all his strength.
"Bang!"
The clash of fists and palms shook the area, accompanied by the sound of cracking bones. The golden-haired youth’s expression changed to one of horror as his right fist shattered.
This was an incredibly forceful strike, even more terrifying than his physical body. Despite his opponent still being in the Spirit Transformation Realm, he was injured in his own area of expertise.
The golden-haired youth’s expression turned cold, enduring the excruciating pain as he retreated. Yet, Shi Hao was relentless, pursuing him closely.
In that moment, they collided repeatedly. Though it was a physical battle, it also contained treasure techniques, manifested in their hands and fingers.
For example, the golden-haired youth had a golden crow manifesting in his palm, while Shi Hao had a Kunpeng flapping its wings in his fingers, both containing mysterious power.
"Poof!"
In the intense clash, Shi Hao tore off the golden-haired youth’s right arm, causing him to scream in agony. This was a severe blow.
At this point, there was no suspense left in the battle. Despite the golden-haired youth’s subordinates shooting arrows from the back, trying to provide aid, it was too late.
After a dozen moves, Shi Hao kicked out with his leg, striking the golden-haired youth’s chest. With a resounding bang, the golden-haired youth was torn into pieces, his final scream marking his death.
Shi Hao took the longbow, drawing it and shooting arrows one after another. The golden light flew out, accompanied by the sounds of arrows piercing through. None of the subordinates escaped; all were shot dead.
"What a terrifying bow," Shi Hao marveled.
Everyone was stunned. The golden-haired youth was a renowned genius from beyond the domain, known for his formidable reputation. It was rare to encounter a peer who could match him, yet this young man had dealt with him decisively.
"Eh, the Wind and Thunder Feather Clan’s aura has vanished. Was he killed? Are there such powerful figures in the Fire Nation?"
Two youths approached from afar. Although they appeared humanoid, they were not of the human race and had otherworldly appearances.
One had a row of bone spurs protruding from his back, pointing skyward, while the other had four eyes, looking sinister.
"Hand over the Wind and Thunder Qilin Bow, and you may leave. We will pretend we didn’t see anything," one of them said, staring intently at the treasure in Shi Hao’s hand with a burning gaze.
"Whoosh!"
Shi Hao moved with incredible speed, instantly closing the distance and preparing to confront these two Patterned Realm experts with his Spirit Transformation Realm strength.
"Do you dare?" one of them shouted angrily.
These beings were powerful, both geniuses in their own right, and being in the Patterned Realm made them formidable. Shi Hao had to exert considerable effort, engaging in over a hundred rounds of battle to kill one of them.
The other tried to escape but was shot through the shoulder by an arrow. His entire side nearly exploded. Shi Hao charged past and decapitated him.
The onlookers were struck silent. Who was this person they had never seen before, and why were even the extraordinary young experts from beyond the domain no match for him?
The place was abuzz with excitement, causing a major sensation.
At the same time, another significant event was occurring outside.
At the Ruins of the Heavenly Pavilion, the void was in chaos, with many cracks appearing. A pure white hand reached out, struggling to open a passage. A figure was emerging from the Ancient Holy Court.
I just got a call from a friend and need to meet them in the evening. I’ll save the work for tomorrow and definitely catch up.
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