Little Dot Shows His Might! Old Bei Attacks!

"Haha, is Stone Village out of people? They actually sent a pretty boy to lead."

Bei Feng's lips curled into a cruel smile as he slowly drew an iron arrow and nocked it onto his bowstring.

"Since you're here, don't bother leaving."

"Let's start by killing the leader for some fun."

Twang!

The bowstring's vibration was piercingly harsh.

The iron arrow, wrapped in the power of runes, turned into a streak of black light, hurtling straight for Ye Xuan's brow.

Fast.

Accurate.

Deadly.

If that arrow hit, an ordinary person's head would burst like a rotten watermelon.

The men of Stone Village's faces changed drastically. They wanted to rush forward to block the arrow, but the distance was too far—they couldn't make it in time.

Ye Xuan stood still, not even lifting an eyelid.

He didn't even seem to intend to take his hands from behind his back.

Just as the iron arrow was about to strike Ye Xuan—

"Bad guy! Don't you dare touch my big brother!"

A childish, furious shout suddenly rang out.

A small figure, like a young tiger cub, shot out from beside Ye Xuan.

It was Little Shi Hao.

Facing that poison arrow, which could pierce rock, the little guy didn't dodge or evade.

He faced the wind, his small face full of seriousness. The Supreme Bone in his chest was awakening.

Even through his clothes, it emitted a pulse that made one's heart tremble.

He stretched out his chubby little hand and swung it fiercely at the air.

Crackle!

No incantation, no complicated starting gesture.

A golden bolt of lightning burst from his palm without warning.

Though the lightning was small, it was terrifyingly pure, like a single drop splashed from an ancient thunder pool.

Bang!

A crisp sound.

The ferocious iron arrow, the moment it touched the golden lightning, didn't last even a second.

The runes on it shattered instantly. The arrowhead, forged from fine iron, turned to ash in a flash, scattering in the wind.

The laughter on the stockade wall stopped abruptly.

Bei Feng's cruel expression froze, his eyes nearly popping out.

"Thunder... lightning?"

"How is this possible?!"

Not just him—everyone from Bei Village was dumbfounded.

A kid who still looked like he was nursing casually waved his hand and summoned lightning? And it turned a rune-infused iron arrow to ash?

What kind of demonic art was this!

"My turn!"

Little Shi Hao didn't give them time to be shocked.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground.

Boom!

Two deep craters exploded in the earth.

Using the recoil, the little guy leaped over ten meters high, like a golden cannonball, clearing the stockade wall and crashing heavily into the crowd.

"Ouch!"

"Oh my god!"

A few unlucky Bei Village men were sent flying, bones broken and tendons snapped.

Little Shi Hao landed, dusted off his hands, and looked up at Bei Feng not far away.

"You're the bad guy who shot Uncle Lin Hu?"

Little Shi Hao clenched his fist, golden arcs of electricity crackling around it.

"Big brother said, you belong to me."

Bei Feng was, after all, a genius of Bei Village. After a brief shock, he quickly came to his senses.

He looked at the little dot before him, who wasn't even as tall as his waist, and a surge of humiliated anger welled up inside him.

"Little brat, you think knowing a bit of treasure art makes you invincible?"

"You're asking for death!"

Bei Feng tossed aside his longbow, drew a gleaming dagger from his waist, and charged forward like a ghost.

His speed was extreme, the dagger coated in deadly poison as it slashed toward Little Shi Hao's throat.

"Too slow."

Little Shi Hao shook his head.

Back in Stone Village, he lifted cauldrons every day, already perfected the Blood Moving Realm, with tens of thousands of jin of strength in a single arm.

Before absolute power and speed, such flashy techniques were like slow motion.

"Hah!"

Little Shi Hao threw a punch.

No lightning, just pure Physical Body Strength.

The fist wind howled, even producing a sonic boom.

Bei Feng's face changed drastically, feeling a mountain-crushing force bearing down on him.

He tried to change his move, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into the dagger.

The fine iron dagger shattered into three pieces instantly.

The fist didn't slow, smashing heavily into Bei Feng's chest.

"Crack!"

The sound of breaking bones was clear.

Bei Feng screamed, flying backward like a kite with a snapped string, crashing through a stone house and burying himself in a pile of rubble.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Bei Feng struggled to crawl out, his mouth full of blood, the arrogance in his eyes long replaced by terror.

What kind of child was this?

This was clearly a young ancient Fierce Beast wearing human skin!

"You... don't come any closer!"

Bei Feng was terrified.

He scrambled backward on all fours, trying to flee.

"Big brother said, cut the weeds and dig up the roots."

Little Shi Hao recalled Ye Xuan's teaching, a hint of coldness unfitting his age appearing on his small face.

He took a deep breath and pointed both hands to the sky.

"Thunder, come!"

A great shout shook the wilderness.

Rumble!

The clear sky suddenly filled with dark clouds.

A golden thunderbolt, thick as a water barrel, fell straight from the clouds like divine punishment.

Its might was a hundred times stronger than the casual strike before!

This was the complete Suanni Treasure Art!

"No!"

Bei Feng howled in despair, trying to dodge, but the lightning had already locked onto his aura.

"Sacrificial Spirit, save me!!!"

At the final moment of his life, he cried out his only hope.

But the lightning was faster than sound.

"Boom!"

Golden light swallowed everything.

The ground trembled violently, and an open space in the village was scorched into blackened earth.

When the light faded...

Where was Bei Feng's shadow?

Only a charred corpse remained on the spot, still emitting wisps of green smoke, utterly dead.

One strike, instant kill.

The entire Bei Village fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was terrified out of their wits by this horrifying scene.

That was Bei Feng! The village's most promising genius, expected to break through to the Cave Heaven Realm!

And he was struck dead by a milk-toothed child with a single bolt of lightning?

"Run!"

"These people are demons!"

Someone shouted, and Bei Village's defenses collapsed in an instant. The villagers abandoned their weapons and armor, scrambling to flee toward the back mountain.

Just then—

"ROAR—!!!"

A roar filled with brutality and rage erupted from the cave in the back mountain.

A terrifying pressure swept across the scene like a tidal wave.

The fleeing Bei villagers heard this sound and, instead of fear, showed wild joy.

"The Sacrificial Spirit!"

"The Sacrificial Spirit has come out of seclusion!"

"Those Stone Village barbarians are dead for sure!"

A fierce wind kicked up, sand and stones flying.

A massive creature charged out from the back mountain.

It was an old bei.

Its front legs were extremely short, and it lay atop the back of a giant wolf.

Its fur was gray-white and patchy, revealing ugly skin beneath.

But its eyes gleamed with a chilling malice and cunning.

Even more terrifying, behind it, a gray Cave Heaven faintly appeared, devouring the Heaven and Earth Essence.

A Fierce Beast at the Cave Heaven Realm!

The Sacrificial Spirit of Bei Village—Old Bei!

"Who! Killed my people!"

Old Bei spoke human words, its voice sharp and grating.

It spotted Bei Feng's charred corpse on the ground, and fury erupted in its eyes.

Bei Feng was its carefully cultivated "disciple," raised to help it break through its own shackles later.

Now someone had killed him!

"I'll devour you alive!"

Old Bei opened its gaping maw and spat toward Little Shi Hao and the Stone Village crowd below.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Dozens of cyan wind blades shot from its mouth.

Each blade was as large as a door panel, tearing through the air with a shrill screech, slicing even the rocks on the ground like tofu.

This single strike was enough to shred everyone before the village gate into minced meat.