"Which one was that?"
"Forty-one marquises in the Inscription Realm had died, and four kings in the Array Formation Realm had been defeated. This was the forty-ninth."
"These were marquises who ruled over millions of miles of land. Now they were falling here like cabbages."
"What a journey. Wherever he went, he fought and killed, all the way from the Imperial Capital's east gate to its center."
"Tell me about it. He even left behind plenty of Essence Jade for the people who had to clean up."
"The Desolate Heaven Marquis must have been using one of the legendary Ten Fiend Treasure Techniques—the Grass Character Sword Art, right?"
"He must have been. And besides the Grass Character Sword Art, he had at least two other Ten Fiend Treasure Techniques."
"I'd say he could be more than the Desolate Heaven Marquis. He could be the Desolate Heaven King."
A street in the Imperial Capital ran red with blood, stained all the way from the city gate.
More and more people gathered along the road to the Martial King Manor, watching Shi Hao display his might.
A single blade of grass cut down every foe.
More and more people could not help admiring Shi Hao. They looked at him with respect and fear.
He was only a child in his early teens, yet he had already reached the upper ranks of the Eight Domains, surpassing what others achieved through decades or even centuries of cultivation.
It was as if one year of his cultivation equaled a hundred years for other Heavenly Prodigies.
The bystanders' opinions and discussions did not affect Shi Hao.
He had only one thing to do: advance, kill his enemies, advance again, and kill again, until he returned to the place where he had been born.
As Shi Hao