Unifying the Ox Clan, Fragments of an Innate Supreme Treasure!

This didn't look like the Demon Race at all—it was more like the legendary Great Witches of the Witch Race, who cultivated only the physical body, neglected the Primordial Spirit, and could tear apart dragons and phoenixes with their bare hands, or clash head-on with Innate Spiritual Treasures!

Niu Ben gave him no more time to think.

He still struck simply, a single punch thrown.

This punch was ten times faster and a hundred times stronger than the one the Yellow Ox Clan Leader had thrown earlier!

As the fist shot out, Wind and Thunder Stirred, and the Great Dao Lamented!

A fist imprint, condensed to its utmost limit, tore through space, ignored all distance, and appeared instantly before the Yellow Ox Clan Leader.

"No!"

The Yellow Ox Clan Leader let out a terrified roar. He pushed his entire magical power to its peak, and a layer of earthen-yellow armor, thick as a mountain range, surfaced on his body—a protective Magic Treasure he had refined with his lifeblood essence for countless years.

And yet.

All of it, before that absolute power, was as fragile as paper.

Boom!

The fist imprint landed.

That High-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure-grade armor couldn't hold for even a single breath before it exploded into countless fragments!

Then, the terrifying force slammed solidly into the Yellow Ox Clan Leader's chest.

Boom—!

The Yellow Ox Clan Leader, like a meteor, was blasted from the ten-thousand-zhang height, crashing heavily into the tallest Divine Mountain below!

The entire mountain shook violently, and deep, bottomless cracks spread wildly across its surface, as if it might collapse at any moment!

"Pfft—"

From deep within the mountain came the sound of the Yellow Ox Clan Leader spitting blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

The Yellow Ox Clan Leader struggled to crawl out of the rubble, his hair disheveled and his body drenched in blood, with none of the dignity befitting a late-stage Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

He stared at the figure in the sky, like a demon god, his face full of terror.

"How can you be this strong..."

One punch!

Just one punch had shattered his defenses and gravely wounded him!

Was this kind of strength really something an Early Stage Primordial Unity Golden Immortal could possess?

"Are you convinced?"

"No!"

The Yellow Ox Clan Leader roared, the fear in his eyes turning into madness.

He couldn't lose!

If he lost, he wouldn't just lose his own face—he would lose the eternal glory of the entire Yellow Ox Clan!

"Roar!"

He revealed his true form, transforming into a colossal golden divine ox ten thousand zhang tall, its four hooves shattering the void as it charged at Niu Ben again!

"Not convinced?"

Niu Ben sneered.

"Then I'll beat you until you are!"

His form flickered, and he appeared above the giant divine ox in an instant. He raised his right foot and stomped down hard!

Boom!

This stomp seemed to crush the entire sky!

The ten-thousand-zhang divine ox let out a mournful cry, its massive body driven from the air by the stomp, crashing heavily into the earth once more, turning the already ruined Divine Mountain into a complete wasteland!

"I'm still not convinced!"

"Boom!"

"I... won't..."

"Boom!"

"I..."

"Boom!"

Niu Ben grabbed the Yellow Ox Clan Leader from the depths of the earth again and again, and stomped him down again and again!

Each time was heavier than the last!

Each time brought the Yellow Ox Clan Leader one step closer to death!

The entire territory of the Yellow Ox Clan, under this brutal trampling, was reduced to a chaotic abyss.

Finally.

When Niu Ben once again grabbed the Yellow Ox Clan Leader, who was already on the verge of death and unable to maintain his true form, holding him in his hand.

The bloodied, mangled ox face finally revealed utter despair and submission.

"I... I submit... no more fighting..."

The Yellow Ox Clan Leader's voice was faint, his breath as thin as silk.

"I... my Yellow Ox Clan is willing... willing to pledge allegiance..."

"It would've been fine if you'd done this sooner."

Niu Ben casually tossed him to the ground, his tone utterly flat.

On the other side.

Niu Ba and the Barbarian Ox Clan Chief's actions were even more unstoppable.

With the Vajra Bracelet, that great killing weapon, in hand, no ox tribe could stand against them.

The moment that stark white bracelet appeared, heaven and earth lost their luster, and the Great Dao wailed in lament.

No matter how renowned a Golden Immortal or Great Expert you were, before this divine object, your heaven-shaking, earth-shattering magical power was as fragile as paper.

No matter how impregnable a Clan Protection Array you had, before this absolute force, it was instantly ground to dust.

All Magic Treasures were forcibly seized by the bracelet, their spiritual light dimmed, their cries mournful.

Those once-arrogant ox clan elites had their physical bodies shattered, their Primordial Spirits shaken, unable to even muster a thought of resistance.

Half a month later.

On the ancestral grounds of the Green Ox Clan, all the elites and strongmen from every ox clan branch within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains had gathered.

Hundreds of thousands of ox clan members, their auras merging into one, their surging blood energy nearly dyeing the sky a deep red.

A dense sea of ox heads formed a black ocean, stretching beyond the horizon, with a murderous aura permeating every inch of air.

The once-ruined ancestral grounds had long been reshaped by supreme magical power, expanded over a hundredfold.

A magnificent palace rose from the ground, imprinted with an ancient Ox Demon Totem, gathering spiritual energy from all directions, proclaiming the supreme authority of the new overlord.

On the throne at the center of the palace, Niu Ben, clad in the Mystic Black King Robe, gazed with eyes as deep as an abyss, looking down upon the dense sea of Subjects below.

In his eyes, the entire ox clan's fortune had coalesced into a golden divine dragon, invisible to the naked eye, circling above the palace, letting out a silent roar at him.

Led by the Yellow Ox Clan Leader and the Barbarian Ox Clan Chief, hundreds of ox clan leaders—once arrogant, unruly overlords of their domains—now trembled, kneeling in unison.

They pressed their once-proud heads deeply, humiliatingly, to the ground in obeisance.

"We pay homage to the Ox King!"

A condensed, tangible wave of sound exploded from the earth, turning into a mountain-toppling, sea-roaring sonic boom that shook the heavens.

At that very moment, in Niu Ben's mind, the cold yet pleasing system notification arrived right on schedule.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, Master, for completing the hidden quest [Ox Clan King], successfully unifying the ox clans of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Fortune converges, prestige greatly increased."

"Obtained quest reward: one [Fragment of Innate Supreme Treasure]."

"The fragment has been stored in the system space. Please check, Master."

"Note: Collecting seven Fragments of Innate Supreme Treasure allows the system to synthesize a complete Innate Supreme Treasure."

A faint smile finally appeared on Niu Ben's calm face.

An Innate Supreme Treasure!

This was a supreme object that even Saints coveted!

Without hesitation, his divine sense sank into the system space.

A fragment, ancient and simple, wreathed in dense Chaos Qi and covered in profound Dao patterns, floated silently there, radiating a supreme Dao resonance that suppressed the heavens.

Just a glimpse with his divine sense made his Primordial Spirit tremble violently, as if it would be sucked in the next moment, sinking into the most primal, most boundless principles of the Great Dao.

This was a Fragment of Innate Supreme Treasure!

Truly heaven-defying!