"Hey, are you talking to me?" The leading youth seemed somewhat surprised. Normally, who would dare provoke him?
He was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen, looking rather wild. He was robust and muscular, with a thick head of black hair. He held a large bow, his build resembling that of a fierce beast.
"Yes, you," Shi Hao said coldly.
"Anyone who spoke to me like that is dead. I haven't heard such words in years; it's quite rare," the archer youth said with a smile, revealing a row of white teeth, which had a slightly chilling effect.
"This must be a talent from the Wilds, but how capable is he really?" someone nearby commented.
"Be careful; some of these natives are quite strong."
The giant bird, Honghu, which was several dozen yards long, was already heavily injured. It had a blood hole in its chest from a single arrow and fell from the clouds, crashing onto a mountain ridge in the Great Wild. The blood stained the land, and the stench of blood was pungent. Its corpse lying here was indeed a tragic sight.
Shi Hao's chest burned with anger. These people were so reckless; they didn't care at all when they saw disciples from other sects flying by. Killing with a single arrow was just to satisfy their own desires.
It was truly arrogant for these few outsiders to be so brazen, showing a natural sense of superiority over the Wilds.
"Do you dare to act like this in your own sects?" Shi Hao asked coldly.
Someone on the opposite side laughed loudly, very arrogantly, and did not seem to care.
"We're just hunting a fierce bird for food. You seem quite unhappy about it," a youth said casually.
"Whoosh."
Shi Hao made his move, striking out with a palm. Sand and stones flew, and giant rocks weighing tens of thousands of pounds were tossed into the air, powerful and domineering.
"A mere native dares to be so arrogant," the youth snorted coldly. He opened his mouth and let out a breath of mist with strong corrosive properties that could dissolve magical artifacts.
In an instant, the flying rocks in the air turned to dust, falling to the ground, and Shi Hao's palm was also enveloped by the mist.
"Leave one of your arms, and roast the Honghu," the youth ordered arrogantly.
He was the second-in-command here, his position only below the archer youth. He sneered continuously, making such decisions while fighting.
"Whoosh."
White smoke rose, enveloping Shi Hao's arm. It seemed as if something was being corroded and turning to rot, producing this mist.
"Consider this a lesson, outsider. Just a kid from the Wilds, daring to be rude to us," he said, hands behind his back, full of arrogance.
"Hmm, not right."
The next moment, he felt a sense of danger and quickly retreated, sensing something was wrong.
The others also exclaimed, warning him to avoid.
Although Shi Hao's hand was covered by the corrosive power, his flesh was still crystal clear and undestroyed; only his sleeve had completely rotted away into ashes.
His clothing was also a magical artifact meant for protection, but it had been easily corroded.
Shi Hao's hand was very clear, pressing forward with astonishing runes and a terrifying aura. He was filled with anger, and naturally, he would not hold back. However, he did not use any magical techniques, as even a simple palm strike from his physical strength was already very impressive and terrifying.
"Is this the Vajra Body of the Western Church? Indestructible flesh?" some people exclaimed, their expressions changing for the first time.
"Block it!" the youth shouted, spitting out a small shield from his mouth. Initially, it was only an inch long, ancient and dull, but then it burst into brilliant light.
The small shield emitted light and rapidly enlarged, blocking the way. It had lines and symbols appearing on it, radiating a very powerful aura.
It was made from primitive divine bones, clearly not an ordinary item.
Shi Hao's palm struck the magical artifact, and immediately, an immense burst of light and divine power erupted. Nearby plants turned to ash, and giant rocks turned to powder.
"Open!" the youth shouted, urging the artifact to block the attack.
However, Shi Hao's palm was too powerful. As it struck, the shield made a crisp sound and cracked with multiple fissures.
"What?" Several people exclaimed, showing shock.
This shield was crafted from the remains of a pure-blooded divine creature, incredibly hard, and only a few among them could crack it.
Shi Hao also recognized the shield's rarity and regretted using too much force. Otherwise, it could have been a very valuable artifact with rare materials.
Given his formidable physical strength, even creatures like the Chi Dragon and the Zhujian would fear him. Naturally, he could shatter such a bone shield.
"Crack."
He struck again, causing the bone shield to shatter. His crystalline palm extended, sharp and unmatched, moving with great speed.
The youth was alarmed. Seeing such a magical artifact destroyed was shocking. With a roar, he glowed and tried his best to resist.
At the same time, the archer youth took action, drawing his bow and aiming at Shi Hao's palm. A beam of green light shot out, incredibly sharp.
The cold wind howled, and giant rocks tumbled. The arrow's might was astonishing; even the wind alone cracked the ground.
Shi Hao's fingers glowed, summoning a black tortoise that fused with his palm. The two clashed with the green light, causing a loud explosion that split the mountain ridge.
The green feathered arrow burned fiercely, shortening and consuming its divine power. Shi Hao's palm was momentarily blocked but then struck down again.
"Boom."
He exchanged a blow with the youth. Although the power was reduced to about forty to fifty percent, it still shook the youth's arm, causing his body to spasm.
The sound of cracking came as his arm guard shattered into glistening fragments, falling to the ground.
The youth spat blood from his mouth and staggered back.
Just this one strike made everyone change color, realizing they had encountered a tough opponent, damaging their top member and destroying a magical artifact.
"How dare you look down on me as a native," Shi Hao mocked.
The injured youth's face went from green to white with anger, unable to refute. The youth was stronger, and any rebuttal would be like insulting himself.
"Just a barbarian from an uncivilized land, with some brute strength," someone nearby said dismissively.
Shi Hao stood with his hands behind his back, showing contempt. He was no longer in a hurry and took the same posture, addressing them, "Do you take this place as a hunting ground, shooting at random? With your strength, you’re only fit to be prey. I was heading back to my village and was in need of gifts. Hunting you all can be a fine gift."
"Shut up!" someone shouted.
"Be quiet," Shi Hao turned and said more harshly, unleashing a surge of Dao symbols to push the person back.
"You've underestimated me. Come and let us see if you are just suitable for roasting the Honghu, or if you are truly formidable."
The group of young strongmen were all very arrogant. Although they realized they had met someone extraordinary, they would never admit defeat verbally.
"What are you? You dare to treat the Honghu I control as prey? Do you think the Wilds are your private garden? None of you will leave," Shi Hao declared.
"Boom."
He made another move, channeling the power of the Kunpeng. The area lit up, surging with energy, and a vast expanse of black waves appeared, crashing against everyone.
"Kill!"
Except for the leading youth who stayed still, the others all attacked.
With a series of explosions, the black waves wreaked havoc. Six or seven people were immediately thrown away, coughing up blood, while others were pushed back.
"All of you, step aside. Let me deal with this native," the leading youth commanded.
He drew his large bow and kept shooting arrows. Blue light, like a rainbow, flew one after another. Shi Hao dodged, but the blue light was as sharp as a celestial sword, its momentum too strong, and flew far away.
"Boom!"
Immediately, a mountain peak was shot down, and several small mountains exploded into fragments.
This showed how formidable the youth was. The arrows shot from his large bow were terrifying and astonishing, enough to kill the Honghu of the Inscription Realm with a single arrow.
"Whoosh."
A golden light shot out, and Shi Hao also drew a large bow. Accompanied by dragon roars, the arrow feathers were like celestial beings, dazzling beyond compare.
This was the Wind and Thunder Dragon Bow he had confiscated from the Fire Nation's ancestors. In his hands, it was incredibly powerful.
The area was in turmoil as arrows rained down, and the two began to exchange shots, causing the mountain ridge to explode directly.
Moreover, the Honghu was reduced to a pile of muck and destroyed.
"Ah!"
Before long, several screams were heard. Some of the beings were hit by arrows, their bodies exploded from Shi Hao's shots.
"Boom!"
The sky and earth shook. At some point, both of them had put away their bows and arrows. The youth soared into the sky, engaging Shi Hao in an astonishing battle.
"No wonder he's so strong; he's a pure-blooded Gray Dragon," Shi Hao marveled.
The Gray Dragon was highly skilled, having mastered its magical techniques to an extraordinary level, with vast battle experience. It fought with Shi Hao amidst the chaos.
"Our leader has met a formidable opponent; this is terrifying. Who is this youth? I feel like today is going badly," the people below turned pale.
With a dragon’s roar, the youth transformed into his true form, enveloped in gray mist, battling Shi Hao in the clouds.
The scene was stunning. The Gray Dragon rolled and its massive body continuously struck at the youth. Whenever they collided, brilliant light erupted.
"This is bad; the leader might be defeated," the group of youths turned pale, filled with fear.
Boom!
The sky erupted with dazzling light rain. The Gray Dragon coughed up blood, its body covered in blood, staggering backward. The clouds were dispersed.
It was shocked to encounter such an opponent in the Wilds, suffering heavy injuries.
In fact, Shi Hao was even more shocked. The battle lasted over a hundred rounds. The Gray Dragon was incredibly powerful, a rare opponent.
"Pfft."
In the end, after the one hundred and twentieth round, the Gray Dragon met its doom. Shi Hao severed one of its heads with a palm strike, which fell into the mountains below.
Despite the remaining youths attacking together, they couldn’t save it.
"Well, now I have a gift for the Stone Village," Shi Hao muttered to himself. What could be better than a pure-blooded Gray Dragon?
Meanwhile, deep in the western wilderness, a figure sitting cross-legged on a large stone at the mountaintop opened its eyes. Instantly, divine fire rose from the stone.
He looked like a god bathed in flames, his entire body blurred except for his eyes, which shone brighter than the fire. He murmured, "One of my followers has been killed."
If people knew that a supreme pure-blooded being was merely one of his followers, they would be shocked and tremble in fear.
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