Robbery

"Oh, you're looking at these records? Everything inscribed on these stone tablets belongs to extraordinary figures; even the lowest-ranked among them were capable of shaking an entire region," Uncle Hammer said, leaning in.

"That's right, I'm recorded on there too," Little One said, puffing out his small chest with a look of pride.

Uncle Hammer had forgotten about that little incident; hearing this, he looked as if he'd swallowed a dead mouse and was left completely speechless.

"The record you set is nothing compared to theirs. You cheated by sabotaging the Void God Realm passage, while they earned theirs through genuine life-and-death combat."

"Grandpa Essence Jade, what are you saying? Don't you want to trade for the Treasure Bone anymore?" Little One squinted at him.

"I do, I do! I was just saying you're a natural-born supreme being. Come on, child, let's trade quickly," Grandpa Essence Jade's graying beard twitched as he beamed with joy.

"Wait until I've finished studying it," Little One said, turning his back to him.

Grandpa Essence Jade's smile froze instantly. If I have to wait until you've finished studying it, that could take decades! Will I even live to see that day? And besides, you little brat, my name isn't Essence Jade!

Lord Bird was also studying the stone tablet. "Hmm, you see this record? Shi Yi is truly extraordinary. Rumor has it he is a natural-born supreme being."

"Slaughtering nine beast kings in a single battle—that feat is terrifying enough to scare anyone to death," the young girl Cailuan said, sticking out her tongue.

"A natural-born supreme being?" Little One's gaze drifted, as if he were hearing echoes from the past, with certain scenes vaguely surfacing before his eyes.

A beautiful little girl with tears in her eyes kept whispering to a weak, thin child lying on a sickbed with dull, lifeless eyes, trying to stir his memories. She wept, "You are the true natural-born supreme being, and I am Aman..."

"The name of Shi Yi has long since shaken this land. Who doesn't know him? He is a truly peerless talent, unrivaled throughout the ages. Who can compare to him?" Uncle Hammer nodded.

"Uncle Hammer, go find me ten beast kings. I'll break his record right now," Little One said.

"What? You silly child, you're acting foolish again!" Uncle Hammer was startled.

Lord Bird shook his head. Beast kings in the Initial Ground were not so easily found; they were solitary creatures. The nine that gathered to attack Shi Yi were an exception, a miracle, and in a sense, they only proved the supreme strength of the one with the Double Pupil.

"Don't do anything stupid, or you'll throw your life away. If you die here, you'll need to spend months recovering in reality; the cost is too high. Records set by such figures aren't meant for us to break. They are destined to stand for thousands, even tens of thousands of years," Grandpa Essence Jade said.

"Is he really that heaven-defying?" Little One remained casual, showing not a hint of seriousness or gravity.

"Of course. I heard he has already entered high-level Heavenly Caves and is currently hunting for Pixiu cubs and descendants of the Taowu, intending to do battle with such supreme beings!" Grandpa Essence Jade said with a grave expression.

Hearing this, everyone's expression turned solemn. In those high-level regions, there were all sorts of powerful ancient remnants, and it was highly likely there were even pure-blooded savage beast cubs.

Any human expert who dared to challenge such creatures was destined to leave their name in history and would certainly enter the Hundred Clans Battlefield in the future to compete for supremacy and secure benefits for the human race.

"You must understand, he dares to duel with Pixiu cubs and battle the descendants of the Yazi. How terrifying must his strength be? It's enough to make even the older generation tremble!"

Everyone present sighed with emotion. Some people were born as gods or saints, destined to illuminate this land, and no one could stop their rise.

"Then let him go duel the Pixiu and fight the Yazi. And then what? I'll go defeat him?" Little One said, completely unconcerned.

The crowd, who had been immersed in their awe, felt as if they'd been slapped with a shoe. Why did this brat always ruin the mood whenever he opened his mouth? They were all indignant.

"Hey, Shi Yi didn't just set one record. That last one was too dangerous, but look at this one: leaping up with pure physical strength, without using any Bone Text, and reaching a mountain peak in a single bound." Uncle Hammer pointed at the stone tablet, and looking further down, there was indeed another record.

"How powerful! To leap up and reach a mountain peak in one stride—what kind of terrifying explosive power must that take?!" The young girl Cailuan's face was full of shock; she found it unbelievable.

"It's horrifying. Such explosive power is too terrifying," Lord Bird exclaimed.

This was enough to show some clues: Shi Yi's combat power was peerless, and the records he set were of such high caliber that they made others look on with awe.

"Uncle Hammer, Lord Bird, Grandpa Essence Jade, go find that mountain. I'll take a step and break it for you," Little One said.

"This child is truly hopeless," they thought, feeling both annoyed and amused. Suddenly, a few people walked over. The man in the lead flashed a set of white teeth and said, "Little brother, let's step aside and talk."

"Don't agree. They're looking for trouble; they definitely have their eyes on the Treasure Bone in your hand!" Lord Bird whispered a warning.

To their surprise, after seeing this group, Little One's eyes lit up with greed. He agreed with such alacrity that he practically rushed toward them, looking almost eager to hand it over.

Grandpa Essence Jade, Uncle Hammer, and the others were all stunned.

"Little brother, we heard you destroyed the Void God Realm passage and obtained a Treasure Bone. Could you let us have a look?" the leading youth smiled.

"Sure!" Little One smiled, handing the Treasure Bone over directly.

How can this kid be so naive? Uncle Hammer, Grandpa Essence Jade, and the others nearly popped their eyes out. He was too easy to trick!

"Don't worry!" Shi Lin transmitted his voice to them.

They nodded, then looked around in confusion.

"Who is transmitting their voice?"

They didn't realize it was Shi Lin.

The people nearby were in an uproar. If they had known it was this easy, they wouldn't have bothered with underhanded schemes; they could have just swindled it away without needing to contact the experts in their clans.

It was too easy to succeed. The group regretted not coming sooner; the kid was just too naive.

"Hmm, not bad," the leading man nodded, examining the Treasure Bone over and over. "Here, take these ten Essence Jades. We're buying this Bone Rune." With that, he tossed down some crystalline fragments and turned to leave.

"I'm not selling," Little One shook his head.

But the man ignored him, not even stopping as he strode forward, intending to leave. The people beside him looked back and sneered, their eyes filled with mockery. Even they hadn't expected it to be this easy.

"I said I'm not selling! Didn't you hear me?!" Little One's voice rose, and his expression turned serious.

"Little brother, you can't say that. The item is already in our hands, and you already agreed," the man on the other side laughed, looking as if to say, What are you going to do about it?

"So, you're going to rob me by force?" Little One chased after them.

The group's expressions turned cold instantly. Without a word, they attacked. They didn't dare to be careless, after all, Little One had set a record.

Of course, they were not particularly afraid, as this so-called record was quite disgraceful; in the past, because no one had put any effort into this area, Little One's record was heavily inflated.

"Shh."

A flurry of runes flew over like fireworks in bloom, enveloping Little One. These people were going for the kill, determined to eliminate him first.

"Boom!"

Little One was faster. He shifted sideways by dozens of meters in a single step, then shook his hands. Two divine moons appeared, colliding and merging into a massive golden millstone that rumbled forward.

The runes shattered completely, and the group was instantly sent flying. Little One charged through, snatching the Treasure Bone back.

"Clang," "Clang"...

In the sky, crimson light shocked the air with a terrifying momentum. Eighteen streaks of red light flew over, emitting a wailing sound and wreathed in vast clouds of radiance. The aura was astonishing, carrying the Sha Qi of a primordial beast that chilled the soul.

"A Treasure Tool!"

"To think it is such a powerful treasure!"

The crowd exclaimed. Looking closely, they saw eighteen crimson feathers, each over ten meters long. Flying in this manner, they resembled eighteen blood-colored spears, their ferocious aura truly alarming.

There was no need to guess; these were the precious feathers of a mutated fierce bird. Now, scattering across the sky, they covered the entire area, intending to execute Little One and leave him with no path of retreat.

The people who had been sent flying sneered. They knew the experts of their clan had arrived; such supreme Treasure Tools could only be wielded by important figures.

Little One's eyes were bright. Runes intertwined in his hands as he charged forward, slamming into a crimson feather. A blinding light erupted, red clouds filled the sky, and lightning-like patterns densely covered the area.

This was a terrifying aura. The onlookers were blown away, and many let out screams of agony.

"What a powerful Treasure Tool! It must belong to a renowned great clan; otherwise, how could an ordinary person produce such a thing?!"

Everyone wore a grave expression. A great clan was taking action to seize that child's Treasure Bone, which made the situation tense and worthy of attention.

The runes between Little One's hands grew denser, burning like fire. He collided with the second crimson feather, and this time, the sound was earth-shattering, the fluctuations far too intense.

This crimson feather spewed red light like a volcanic eruption. The red clouds were like rolling magma, filling the sky. The scorching heat made the onlookers shudder; such a Treasure Tool was indeed rare, and its power was truly immense.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been reduced to ashes in a single exchange. Yet, the opponent had eighteen such feathers—how could one fight this? It was undoubtedly a super-faction making its move.

What was even more shocking was that the child had actually blocked it, clashing head-on with the Treasure Tool. The clanging sounds shook the very surroundings.

Those who had previously tried to snatch Little One's Treasure Bone and were subsequently sent flying all sneered. The experts of their clan had appeared; no matter how capable this child was, he could not flip the heavens.

Suddenly, their cruelty and indifference froze on their faces. Little One appeared, and a chain of runes flew out, stringing them together like beads. He hoisted them up, using them as human shields to block the Treasure Tool.

"Shh."

The crimson light pierced through, firelight surging. Four or five of them were instantly impaled, then reduced to ashes, meeting their end.

The remaining few were scared out of their wits, but Little One did not use them to block the feathers again; he simply tossed them aside.

The red light flashed again. The eighteen divine feathers reappeared, flying in unison like eighteen spears of a war god. The red clouds were like blood, staining the horizon.

"Clang," "Clang"...

Wisps of lightning emerged on Little One's body, coiling around his arms. He struck out against the feathers flying toward him, colliding violently as he charged forward.

"Ah..."

Behind him, screams rang out. The few people Little One had thrown to the ground were all pierced by the crimson feathers and turned into ashes, all of them dead.

The onlookers felt a chill. This was a cover-up—the methods of a great clan that did not wish to reveal its identity, choosing to wipe everyone out.

Little One's eyes were cold and sharp. He shouted, "Open for me!"

Golden runes densely packed his arms. As his hands moved, a massive golden millstone appeared in front of him, rotating slowly like two golden mountain peaks grinding against each other, emitting a terrifying sound.

"Clang."

The crimson feather struck it, vibrating violently. The millstone remained intact, continuing to rotate, attempting to crush the Treasure Tool.

Everyone gasped. The child's precious technique was astonishing; to think he could clash with such a powerful crimson feather was truly horrifying.

"Clang," "Clang"...

Sparks flew everywhere. The golden millstone and the crimson feathers collided, erupting with terrifying fluctuations like a raging sea.

"I remember now. I once saw this Treasure Tool in a high-level Heavenly Cave. It is the weapon of Young Master Chiyun." Suddenly, someone spoke up.

Clearly, the speaker had descended from a high-level Heavenly Cave and returned to this Initial Ground; otherwise, they could not have known.

"What? That's impossible, right? Young Master Chiyun is a famous young expert in the Void God Realm. Could he have come in person?" Many exclaimed.

This showed just how terrifying Young Master Chiyun was, to make so many people wary.

"This Treasure Tool has a massive background. It is very likely the precious feather of a primordial remnant, capable of serving as a clan-protecting treasure. It possesses its own life fluctuations, which is why it can manifest in the Void God Realm," someone explained.

Little One did not care about any of this. This was the Initial Ground; no matter who came, they would be suppressed to the Blood-Moving Realm. He had nothing to fear.

"Boom."

The golden millstone expanded, nearly covering the entire sky, blocking the crimson feathers outside. For a moment, they could not descend, unable to harm him at all.

With a loud "thud," Little One stomped his feet hard on the ground and shot out a hundred meters, instantly landing in front of a man. "Did you think I wouldn't find you just by hiding here?!"

"Bang."

He slapped forward, the sound like thunder. His physical strength at the extreme realm alone was enough to shock the world, let alone when combined with the power of runes. With that one slap, he shattered the youth's runes.

"Pfft."

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood and went flying, the bones in half his body snapping and cracking within him until he looked completely limp and broken.

"So strong! He sent the owner of that Crimson Feather flying with a single slap!"

"Even with such a powerful treasure, he couldn't hold his ground!"

"Wait, that's not Young Master Chiyun. It's his younger brother; I've seen him before."

The moment Chi Feng hit the ground, the eighteen divine feathers lost their luster, rapidly shrinking before drifting down to the earth.

Little One darted over and caught them all in his hands. They transformed into a blood-colored treasure fan—this was the true form of the treasure. The youth from before hadn't been able to activate it properly, so he had used the feathers separately.

"Stop!" someone bellowed.

A group of people appeared not far away. The leaders were all middle-aged men exuding an air of authority; one look was enough to tell they were long-accustomed to holding high positions.

The onlookers were all shocked. Why had such a group been drawn out? They clearly belonged to a major clan. Could the bone in the child's hand be that extraordinary?

"That Treasure Bone must be incredibly precious. After all, it's used to construct the passages of the Void God Realm!"

"Indeed, that is precisely why it has alarmed such a powerful clan!"

The crowd quickly grasped the essence of the situation.

"Let go! Return the treasure fan!" the group commanded. As the leaders opened and closed their eyes, runes flickered within—it was terrifying.

"You say let go, so I should let go? Get down on the ground and accept being looted like everyone else!" Little One said, completely unfazed. In this Initial Ground, even if you were a clan patriarch or a regional lord, you could only exert the power of the Blood-Moving Realm.

"Hum."

He pulled out a single Crimson Feather, flicked it against the wind, and it instantly expanded to ten zhang in length, sweeping directly across the crowd.

"Bang!"

The men at the front held high status, but they bore the brunt of the attack. Two were sent tumbling into the air, while the others were forced to retreat.

With a swish, Little One brandished the Crimson Feather again, immediately knocking those two to the ground before charging over at high speed and stepping onto their bodies.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief. These were likely big shots from a major clan, yet they were being trampled like this. This would surely be explosive news that would shake the world.

"Take him down!" the lead middle-aged man ordered. He spat out a stream of blue light—it looked like flame, yet crackled like lightning. It surged toward Little One, attempting to neutralize the power of the red treasure fan in his hands. However, to everyone's shock, the child simply shrank the eighteen divine feathers back to palm-size and tucked them into his robes. He then grabbed the two men under his feet and swung them like weapons, charging into the crowd.

"Careful!" The group hesitated, afraid of harming their own.

This brat was too vicious. He swung the two big shots around like windmills, whistling through the air, striking left and right, north and south. His movements were unpredictable and incredibly fluid.

"I'm going to die of rage!"

"Ah—pfft!"

Another man coughed up a mouthful of old blood and fainted. Out of sight, out of mind—he let Little One toss them around and use them as weapons.

"Don't worry about it! If they get hurt, they can just spend a few months recovering in the real world," the three lead middle-aged men said, all of them erupting with terrifying auras.

"Kill!"

The group rushed forward. Treasure techniques flashed and runes intertwined, turning the area into an ocean of light that swallowed everything.

"Pfft."

The arm of the big shot in Little One's left hand was severed by a bolt of lightning. The blood-drenched pain jolted him awake, and he roared in agony.

"Clan Elder, we didn't mean to! Please, have mercy!" The group felt a bit timid, unable to fully unleash their strength.

Little One ignored them, continuing his slaughter and sweeping through the front lines. The bodies of the two men in his hands were incredibly tough and resilient, and he used them to batter the group until arms and limbs were flying and blood was splattered everywhere.

Whenever a battle broke out, whenever lives were on the line, it was destined to be bloody. Soon, a pile of people lay on the ground—all of them Little One's spoils of war. He tossed the severed limbs and the incapacitated men into a heap.

As for the two in his hands, only half their bodies remained. They wailed incessantly, and since they would surely die if he kept tossing them around, he finally threw them onto the pile as well.

The spot looked like a mound of corpses. Although they were all still alive, the blood flowing into a small river was a gruesome sight that made people want to retch.

Fortunately, this was the Void God Realm; they could recover after a long period of rest. Otherwise, such a slaughter would be terrifying—an entire clan's experts would be crippled, a staggering loss.

"Damn this Initial Ground, only allowing the strength of the Blood-Moving Realm!" one big shot fumed, though he was secretly terrified. The child opposite them was also in the Blood-Moving Realm, yet he was fighting their entire group alone. What kind of power was this? If word got out, few would believe it!

However, with so many people witnessing it firsthand, the fact was undeniable. Everyone was dumbfounded. They had truly misjudged the situation; this simple-looking child was too formidable to provoke.

Before long, only three big shots remained on the other side, all of them covered in wounds and blood.

They were figures who could shake the heavens and earth with a single roar, yet today, in the Initial Ground, they couldn't even withstand a child. If this were known, people would laugh their heads off.

The crowd was horrified. It proved one thing: if everyone were restricted to the Blood-Moving Realm, the experts of this major clan were no match for that child. What did this mean? A new star was rising—another peerless prodigy had appeared!

"Little friend, you have gone too far. You have injured countless members of our clan. Do you wish to continue?" A middle-aged man said, feeling somewhat helpless. Did they really have to call for reinforcements from the clan and use their full strength to suppress this child?

"All hundred-plus of these people are down, and only the three of you are left. Come over and lie down with them!" Little One revealed a mouthful of pearly white teeth. In the eyes of these men, he looked like a little demon.

With a low hum, regardless of their sky-filling runes or their terrifying auras, they were ultimately still in the Blood-Moving Realm. Little One charged through their ranks, possessing a sense of minor invincibility.

"Bang!"

He slapped his palm out, sending light flying. It pierced through the back of one middle-aged man, leaving a hole through his chest. Blood gushed out as he collapsed directly into the pile.

Then, he lunged forward, kicking through the other man's sea of runes and sweeping his legs. A crack echoed as the man's leg bones shattered, and he fell into the pile with a muffled groan.

The last man tried to flee, sprinting into the distance. Little One flicked the Crimson Feather in his hand, and a divine plume shot out, transforming into a dozen zhang in length. With a pfft, it instantly reduced the man's leg to ash, and he plummeted to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the entire contingent of this giant clan had been wiped out, all of them becoming captives.

"Eh, that's not right, one is still missing." Little One controlled Crimson Feather, which hissed as it swooped down to knock over a youth hiding in the distance, who spat out blood before being seized and brought over.

"Many thanks to you. What is your name? I heard you are the younger brother of Young Master Chiyun; you are the only one who gifted me a precious artifact, while the others are all so poor," Little One said.

"A-pu!"

The youth spat out a mouthful of blood, overcome by both his injuries and his rage, and promptly fainted.

Everyone was dumbfounded. The scene ahead was truly spectacular: a mountain of flesh formed by over a hundred experts, with every member of the giant clan who had come here now taken prisoner.

Little One stepped forward, his large eyes gleaming, and uttered words that filled the group with grief and indignation: "A pile of spoils is always better than just one or two people. Which one of you is going to deliver a message? Bring a clan-protecting precious technique to trade for these people."

"It'll be you. Go back to your clan and report that I like precious artifacts the most, and I also like precious techniques; I would be very happy to sit down and talk with them," Little One said, pointing at a young man and ordering him to deliver the message.

"A-pu!"

The group spat blood, infuriated to the point of collapse.

Little One sat on a large bluestone, propping up his chin as he stared at them to prevent any escape. His large eyes shone with a thievish light, as if he were looking at a pile of treasures, looking every bit the little miser. In the distance, all those watching the battle broke into a cold sweat, at a loss for words; this child was truly a piece of work. Not long ago, many had thought he was muddled and knew nothing, but now everyone rolled their eyes—this swindler, this robber, this little devil!