Volume 3 - Chapter 332: The Youth of the Ancient God Clan - Part 1
"Interesting."
Outside the True Immortal Secret Realm, in the void, the Tianzhao Immortal Dynasty’s Emperor Tianzhao sat serenely in mid-air.
Upon witnessing the young man spare his own child instead of slaughtering him completely, a faint smile played at the corners of his lips. He turned to the Emperor of Chu beside him and remarked:
"That boy has a kind heart."
"After all, he’s still young," the Emperor of Chu replied gently.
Had it been his younger self, any who dared provoke him so brazenly would have been immediately slain to make an example.
"For Yanchu to give rise to such a monstrous talent, it must be their time of fortune," Emperor Tianzhao said with a soft chuckle.
Meanwhile, in the imperial palace of the Tianzhao Immortal Dynasty, deep within the secluded rear palace, a consort’s heart, which had been lodged in her throat, finally settled back into place as she watched the spear-wielding youth defeat her son and allow him to flee.
"Thank goodness… that young man showed mercy. His temperament isn’t savage," she said, tears of joy streaming down her flawless face. She looked like a girl herself, and now her pale hand lightly patted her chest, a wave of relief washing over her expression.
At first, seeing her son Jingzhao encounter that peerless youth, she had felt pleasantly surprised, thinking it was a prime opportunity for her son to gain fame.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Jingzhao was defeated—his head nearly severed.
Her mind had gone completely blank, believing the boy was about to deliver a killing blow. That youth was the monstrous talent her clan elders had strived for generations to reincarnate into her womb, a means for her to secure a firm foothold within the palace.
This Southern Domain Battle Assembly was his moment to shine. If he were eliminated in the first round, then years of cultivation and grooming would all be for naught.
"Remember that boy. When this is all over, prepare a gift and send it to Yanchu. Make sure it reaches his hands," the consort said, gazing at the boy reflected in the starlight.
"Yes, Your Grace," her trusted aide answered respectfully.
...
Whoosh!
Within the mountain range, a silver sword light flashed, instantly piercing through an Ancient Fiend’s body and annihilating its primordial spirit.
Li Hao then raised his hand, slicing open a spatial rift, and stored the corpse away.
He moved through the mountain range, hunting the traces of the Ancient Fiends. That previous battle was nothing more than a brief interlude—he had already tossed it from his mind.
As he ventured deeper, the aura of malice around him grew ever more intense.
From every shadow across the range, countless Ancient Fiends stared at the youth soaring boldly through the sky above them.
To walk in so brazenly could only mean he was a peerless genius of the Human Clan.
"These prodigies... their greatest flaw is overconfidence!"
"Kill him. He has no idea what kind of 'gift' we've prepared for him."
"We’ve already been captured by that Human Supreme. There’s no escaping death anyway. But before we die, we’ll rip apart one of their greatest prodigies and devour him before all eyes—only then will they understand the Ancient Fiend Clan is the strongest race in existence! They are but food for us!!"
In the darkness, countless auras surged restlessly, their gazes vicious and bloodthirsty.
There were no rules in this True Immortal Secret Realm forbidding them from joining forces. Unless the Supreme himself intervened, no one could stop them!
"Wait!"
"Wait a little longer!"
"Let him go deeper! That brat is so arrogant, he hasn’t slowed down at all!"
Deeper in the range, two Ancient Fiends of royal blood—though stripped of status after their capture—lay in wait. Special brands had been carved into their flesh, marks that the Human prodigies were competing for.
Though they too had reached the peak of the True Immortal Realm, royal-blooded Ancient Fiends were three to five times more powerful than their kin.
Even regular Ancient Fiends already had an oppressive edge over other races at the same level—let alone the royal ones, who could sweep through legions.
"He’s coming!"
Finally, the youth entered the heart of the mountain range. Thick mist enveloped him, cloaking his figure.
All at once, the lurking Ancient Fiends received the order to strike. With savage fangs and leathery wings bared, they erupted from their hiding places and surged forth, charging toward the boy hovering above the mountains.
Whoosh!
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