"Hahaha! Is Stone Village out of men? They actually sent a pretty boy to lead them."
Bei Feng curled his lips into a cruel smile and slowly drew an iron arrow, setting it against the bowstring.
"Since you're here, you're not leaving."
"Let's kill the leader first and have some fun."
Thwang!
The bowstring's twang rang out, sharp and piercing.
Wrapped in the power of runes, the iron arrow became a streak of black light and shot straight for Ye Xuan's brow.
Fast.
Accurate.
Ruthless.
If it hit, an ordinary person's head would burst like a rotten watermelon.
The men of Stone Village paled. They wanted to rush over and block the arrow, but they were too far away. They wouldn't make it in time.
Ye Xuan stood where he was, not even raising an eyelid.
He didn't even seem inclined to take his hands out from behind his back.
Just as the iron arrow was about to hit Ye Xuan—
"Bad guy! Don't you dare touch my big brother!"
A childish shout rang out.
A small figure sprang from Ye Xuan's side like a young tiger.
It was Little Shi Hao.
Faced with a poisoned arrow powerful enough to pierce rock, the little boy neither dodged nor flinched.
He faced the wind, his little face serious. The Supreme Bone in his chest was beginning to stir.
Though hidden beneath his clothes, it still gave off a shuddering pulse of power.
He raised his chubby little hand and swung it sharply through the air.
"Zzt!"
There was no incantation, no elaborate preparatory gesture.
A bolt of golden lightning burst from his palm without warning.
It was small, but terrifyingly pure, like a drop of water splashed from a primordial pool of thunder.
"Crack!"
A sharp snap rang out.
The menacing iron arrow didn't last even a second after touching the golden lightning.
The runes on it shattered, and its iron shaft turned to ash, scattering in the wind.
The laughter on the stockade wall cut off abruptly.
The cruel smile froze on Bei Feng's face, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
"L-Lightning?"
"How is that possible?!"
He wasn't the only one. Everyone from Bei Village was stunned.
A baby who still looked like he drank milk could casually summon lightning—and even blast a rune-etched iron arrow to ash?
What kind of demonic art was that?!
"My turn!"
Little Shi Hao didn't give them time to gawk.
He stomped down hard with both feet.
"Boom!"
Two deep pits opened in the ground.
Using the rebound, the little boy leaped more than ten meters into the air. Like a golden cannonball, he soared over the stockade wall and crashed into the crowd.
"Oof!"
"Good heavens!"
Several unlucky villagers from Bei Village were sent flying, their bones and tendons broken.
Little Shi Hao landed, dusted his hands, and looked up at Bei Feng nearby.
"Are you the bad guy who hurt Uncle Lin Hu?"
Little Shi Hao clenched his fist. Golden arcs of electricity crackled around it.
"Big brother said you're mine."
Bei Feng was a genius of Bei Village, after all. His shock lasted only a moment before he regained his composure.
Looking at the little boy who didn't even reach his waist, he burned with anger at the humiliation.
"Brat, you think you're invincible just because you know a treasure art?"
"Go to hell!"
Bei Feng tossed aside his bow, drew a gleaming dagger from his waist, and rushed forward like a ghost.
He was incredibly fast. The dagger, coated in poison, slashed toward Little Shi Hao's throat.
"Too slow."
Little Shi Hao shook his head.
He lifted cauldrons every day in Stone Village. His Blood Moving Realm cultivation had long since reached perfection, and he had tens of thousands of pounds of strength in one arm.
In the face of overwhelming strength and speed, flashy techniques like this looked like they were in slow motion.
Whoosh!
Little Shi Hao threw a punch.
He didn't use lightning—just the raw strength of his physical body.
His fist tore through the air with a howl, creating a sonic boom.
Bei Feng's expression changed. A force like an avalanche crashed toward him.
He tried to change his move, but it was too late.
"Crack!"
The fist struck the dagger.
The finely forged iron dagger snapped into three pieces.
The punch didn't slow. It slammed into Bei Feng's chest.
"Crack!"
The sound of breaking bones rang clear.
Bei Feng screamed and flew backward like a kite with its string cut. He smashed through a stone house and disappeared beneath a heap of rubble.
"Cough, cough..."
Bei Feng struggled out, blood covering his mouth. The arrogance in his eyes had turned to terror.
How was this a child?
He was a young primordial Fierce Beast wearing human skin!
"You... stay back!"
Bei Feng was afraid.
He scrambled backward on his hands and feet, trying to escape.
"Big brother said you have to pull weeds out by the roots."
Remembering Ye Xuan's advice, Little Shi Hao wore a cold expression far beyond his years.
He took a deep breath and raised both hands toward the sky.
"Lightning, come!"
His shout rang across the wilderness.
Rumble!
The clear sky suddenly filled with dark clouds.
A golden pillar of lightning as thick as a barrel plunged from the clouds, like Heavenly Punishment itself.
Its power was a hundred times greater than his casual strike before!
This was the complete Suanni Treasure Art!
"No!"
Bei Feng screamed in despair and tried to dodge, but the lightning had already locked onto his presence.
"Sacrificial Spirit, save me!!!"
At the very end, he cried out to his only hope.
But the lightning was faster than his voice.
"Boom!"
Golden light swallowed everything.
The ground shook violently. A patch of open ground in the village was blasted into scorched earth.
When the light faded—
There was no sign of Bei Feng.
Only a charred corpse remained, still smoking. He was utterly dead.
One strike. Instant kill!
Dead silence fell over Bei Village.
Everyone was terrified by the sight.
That was Bei Feng! The village's greatest hope of breaking through to the Cave Heaven Realm!
And a baby had killed him with a single bolt of lightning?
"Run!"
"They're demons!"
Someone shouted. Bei Village's defenses crumbled at once. The villagers dropped their weapons and armor and tried to flee toward the back mountain.
Just then—
"Roar!!!"
A roar filled with fury and rage came from a cave in the back mountain.
A terrifying pressure swept across the area like a tidal wave.
The villagers of Bei Village who had been running heard the roar and, rather than fear, cried out in delight.
"The Sacrificial Spirit!"
"The Sacrificial Spirit has emerged from seclusion!"
"Those savages from Stone Village are doomed!"
A fierce wind rose, carrying sand and rocks.
A gigantic beast charged out from the back mountain.
It was an old Bei.
Its forelegs were extremely short, and it lay atop the back of a giant wolf.
Its fur had gone gray and white, much of it fallen away to reveal ugly skin beneath.
But its eyes glinted with a chilling, poisonous cunning.
More frightening still, a gray Cave Heaven shimmered faintly behind it, breathing in and out Heaven and Earth Essence.
A Cave Heaven Realm Fierce Beast!
The Sacrificial Spirit of Bei Village, Old Bei!
"Who killed my people?!"
Old Bei spoke in a sharp, grating voice.
It spotted Bei Feng's charred corpse on the ground, and fury blazed in its eyes.
Bei Feng was its carefully raised "disciple." Once he had grown strong enough, Old Bei had planned to use him to help break through its own shackles.
And now someone had killed him!
"I'll swallow you whole!"
Old Bei opened its gaping maw and spat down at Little Shi Hao and the people of Stone Village.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Dozens of green blades of wind burst from its mouth.
Each blade was as large as a door. They sliced through the air with shrill whistles, cutting through the rocks on the ground as easily as tofu.
This attack was powerful enough to shred everyone before the stockade gate into bloody pieces.
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