Perfect World

Chapter 571: Chapter 571: Python God
 

“Your Majesty, you are too arrogant. This world is so vast, can you really suppress it all?” Lord Hun Tian sneered with a trace of mockery, and the coldness on his face grew increasingly intense.

He had a robust figure, sitting high on a black cauldron throne, unmovable as a mountain, his eyes emitting a cold light sharp as a blade’s edge, and his body exuded a vast blood energy that spread around, like a Ferocious Beast lying in wait.

Shi Hao was calm, his gaze deep, saying, “I suppress the enemies from all sides, not oppress the whole world. You are merely a Lord Hun Tian, yet you dare talk of the world? You’re nothing but a savage from the Western Border, a mere cock or dog made of clay. Killing you is like cutting grass.”

“How dare you, Shi Hao! You’ve stolen the throne and are naturally tyrannical, the world cannot tolerate you. This is not the Stone Capital; this is Lord Hun Tian’s mansion. You dare to roar at the lord in his own house!” The old servant under the throne scolded with a sinister tone.

“You, a mere servant, stand aside; this is not your place to speak,” Shi Hao said with a chilling voice.

The old servant’s face darkened, and a black aura emerged around him. His eyes emitted a bizarre light, and with a breath, a jet of black lightning fell, accompanied by wails of ghosts and the shadows of numerous souls.

“Lightning refined from living souls?” Shi Hao’s eyes turned cold, and with a sweep of his sleeve, dong, a sheet of golden light surged like a vast river, flicked forth, heavy as ten thousand jun.

The black lightning collapsed, the elder screamed miserably as half his body was struck by the golden light, torn and tattered, flung out, and collided with a thick pillar, almost causing the great hall to collapse. He wailed pitifully, struggling to rise from the ground, filled with resentment, glaring at Shi Hao.

“Your Majesty indeed is extraordinary; even a powerful monarch appears so weak before you,” Lord Hun Tian spoke.

Shi Hao looked at Lord Hun Tian, asking, “Do you practice soul magic?”

“It was not I who killed them. He merged his soul into the lightning; it’s merely a rational use of resources. Why must Your Majesty be so enraged?” Lord Hun Tian replied lightly and indifferently.

“Lord Hun Tian, you have disappointed many people,” said Shi Hao.

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“And many have disappointed me,” Lord Hun Tian lamented, touched by feeling, and added, “Some things done are done; there’s nothing to regret.”

His eyes flickered, revealing a blood-red sharpness, looking extraordinarily eerie as he said, “Your Majesty, you are a wise man. I dared to draw you here because I cannot possibly let you live. If you wish for a dignified death, please take your own life. However, Your Majesty, please leave behind that bone in your body.”

“I truly failed to see through you before—wicked ambition, so cruel as to let millions of lives be buried with you for a single person’s desire,” Shi Hao said angrily.

“Rest assured, Your Majesty; under my rule, Stone Country will become the ground’s Divine Country, esteemed by all eight regions, with all the world’s rivers and mountains within our clan’s grasp!” Lord Hun Tian said coldly.

“There is something I wish to say. Not long ago, the Peacock King of Light, War King, Peng Jiu, and others collectively recommended you to succeed the throne after my departure. You have let them down!” Shi Hao said coldly.

Lord Hun Tian was startled, remaining silent on his seat; a long silence prevailed.

“Heh!”

It was not until much later that he suddenly raised his head, his teeth snow white, smile chilling, and said, “Isn’t this perfect? Your Majesty has passed away, and I will succeed to the great rule. The world will flourish even more!”

“You have become a devil. The Lord Hun Tian I first met was not like this,” Shi Hao sighed. The human heart is inscrutable; to meet again under such circumstances.

“Perhaps,” Lord Hun Tian said, “Every person harbors a great demon in their heart, connected to a treasure trove. Of course, in many eyes, that is hell. Beyond this, there’s more; I shall open each one, seizing all the Divine Repositories in the heavens.”

“Behead you!” Shi Hao stepped forward, and around him, divine lights surged as if giant golden swords stood upright, encasing him at the center, pressing straight towards that lofty throne.

“Your Majesty, will you not come to realize as you approach death that you wish to leave a whole corpse? If you do not take your own life, then you’ll be dismembered by others,” Lord Hun Tian said with an icy tone.

“Chi!”

Shi Hao pointed forward, and the Sword Qi soared like a rainbow, bursting forth like surging waves, reaching the front of the throne.

“Insolence!”

At the apex of the great hall, just behind the throne where the Divine Statue was enshrined, it suddenly spoke and opened its eyes, reaching out with a big hand to grab.

This hand shone with golden light, immensely sacred, like a Celestial God Buddha, instantly filling the hall, aiming to capture Shi Hao in its palm.

Shi Hao rapidly retreated, dodging to appear high in the sky above the grand city, while the boundless hand pursued him relentlessly.

Shi Hao retreated further, reaching the distant sky.

At the same time, the hand withdrew, and the great hall itself rose up, floating in the sky like a fortress, rapidly charging his way.

“A being who has started igniting divine flames?” Shi Hao’s gaze was cold as he looked at the palace ahead.

A chilly breath suddenly rushed forth, carrying the scent of blood, and filled with a terrifying aura of malevolence. From inside the palace, a Purple Flying Python emerged, scales eerily gleaming, flashes of light flickering.

It was ten Zhang long, thick as a barrel, its gaping maw revealing dagger-like teeth, and its body wrapped in electric light, shrouded in blood mist, mixed with a purple aura, resembling flames.

“A Flying Python!” Shi Hao’s eyes narrowed.

On the back of the python were a pair of purple wings, allowing it to soar through the sky and burrow through the earth.

What was most unsettling was the purple-red light that swirled around its body, the beginnings of an ignited Divine Fire, pulsing vigorously.

“Indeed, it’s not the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow.” Shi Hao sighed, then fixed his gaze on it and said, “You’re not the one who made a move just now, let him roll out as well.”

“Do you dare to defile the divine?!” The Flying Python sneered sinisterly, its gaping maw opened to unleash a heaven-reaching malice, having killed untold numbers.

“You also dare to call yourselves divine, not even worthy of being false gods. Are these tens of millions of creatures of the eight regions the ones you’ve slaughtered?” Shi Hao asked in a deep voice.

“Exactly, so many blood meals, their essence truly makes one feel at ease. Humans have spirituality; twenty million of the human race have helped me in igniting divine flames, truly more comfortable than the higher realms. I can act without restraint here, unbound by anyone, and I will make rapid progress in this place.” The Flying Python said.

“You’re courting death!” Shi Hao shouted, this Flying Python had slaughtered endlessly, all for the sake of cultivation, trying to turn the Western Border into a hell on earth, where not a single creature within tens of thousands of miles had survived.

“You, a mere ant, dare to speak to me like this. Even if you are an emperor, you’re merely the ruler of a mundane power. What are you in my presence?” The Flying Python said ferociously, with a Divine Halo manifesting around its body, enveloping its ten-zhang long serpentine form, its ferocity mingled with the charm of a Divine Spirit.

“Roll over here and die!” Shi Hao rebuked.

The Flying Python’s expression turned grim at once. After igniting divine flames, its confidence surged, and it couldn’t believe it was being shouted at as if it were an ordinary beast, driving it mad.

“Die, I will only leave the Supreme Bone for my master; the rest of your body will become my blood meal!” It roared, spitting out a two-meter-long forked tongue, and with a whooshing sound, it lunged.

This creature, having ignited divine flames, brought with it a foul gust and carried dreadful purple flames; with intense fluctuations, it instantly closed in, its gaping maw open to swallow all things under the heavens and earth.

Shi Hao sidestepped, leaving behind an afterimage in place, standing on a distant mountaintop.

“Roar…”

The Flying Python’s body ballooned in size, filling the heavens and earth. Its serpent body stayed put, but its head had already reached the mountain, opening its large mouth and, with a thunderous boom, it bit off and swallowed the upper half of the entire mountaintop.

If ordinary people saw this sight, they would surely faint from fear.

This Flying Python was too overbearing, utterly ferocious; its vast body spread out like a range of mountains, coiling between heaven and earth, dwarfing them many times over, with purple scales gleaming amidst the blood mist.

Shi Hao had not been devoured; he appeared in the distant sky.

“Brat, what do you amount to, that you dare to rebuke me? Not to mention consuming twenty million lives, even if I were to annihilate Stone Country cleanly, what could you possibly do to me?!” The Flying Python roared, shaking heaven and earth, “That immortal creature has gone to the higher realms. You are so insignificant that I could swallow you in one bite!”

“A bug is still a bug, even if it has ignited divine flames, it keeps the habits of a beast, nothing impressive.” Shi Hao reprimanded, “Little Red, your snack has arrived.”

“Seeking death, I want to see you dismembered and torn to shreds before being swallowed!” The Flying Python roared, its vast head moving, its mouth opening so wide it seemed to devour heaven and earth.

Shi!

Beside Shi Hao, a burst of scarlet brilliance unfolded, and a fist-sized little bird, entirely red and crystal clear, rose into the sky and rapidly dove toward the Flying Python.

“A snake that has ignited divine flames should help me consolidate my dao.”

The crimson little bird spoke, chirping melodiously like a streak of blood-red lightning. It rushed instantly to the enormous head of the Flying Python and, with a puff, drilled a bloody hole, blood spurting profusely.

The Flying Python cried out, with purple light filling the sky. Its body rapidly shrank and then, coiling its form, it engaged in a confrontation with Vermilion Bird in the heavens, where terrifying light erupted and energy boiled.

Puff!

After dozens of rounds, the Flying Python’s massive body was drenched in blood. Little Red’s might was boundless; its body expanded and its large claws dispersed the opposing Divine Fire, shattered the protective characters on the Flying Python’s body, and tore its serpentine form in half.

“Ah…”

The Flying Python cried out, its body shrinking, fleeing towards the great hall.

“Boom!”

Within the hall, a Divine Statue came to life and strode out. This was a figure sculpted by mortals, which now somehow possessed a lively aura, with Divine Power surging like an ocean.

He walked out of the hall, his entire body golden, brimming with the vitality of life, his eyes opening—dark and spotty, majestically gazing at Shi Hao and then fixing on Little Red.

The Flying Python, left with only half its body, shrank to a foot long and perched on his shoulder, behaving almost like a pet, tame and continuously flicking its forked tongue.

Lord Hun Tian also emerged, following behind, along with that old servant.

The Flying Python hissed, its forked tongue flicking in and out, its look at Shi Hao and Little Red filled with venomous hatred, its voice cold, “With the master coming from the Lower Realm, none of you will live!”

“So this is Shi Hao, really remarkable,” the golden figure spoke up, devoid of any killing intent. Around him, many petals fell, radiating a peaceful and holy glow.

Shi Hao didn’t look at him, but stared at Lord Hun Tian and said, “This is the higher realm’s god you rely on? Something made out of clay and wood, also worthy of being called a god?”

“How dare you!” The Flying Python shouted.

“Long worm, behave yourself, you’ll be eaten in a moment,” Little Red scolded. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)