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Chapter 678: Chapter 678 Devil King Harvest Chapter 678: Chapter 678 Devil King Harvest A Divine Fire Realm expert exploded into pieces, met an untimely end.

Shi Hao charged past, bathed in fresh blood, standing on the arena stage.

The scene was shocking; a Divine Spirit was just slaughtered like this!

The arena was magnificent, resembling a truncated mountain body, with a flat and expansive break surface, suspended in mid-air, where all Cultivators could watch the battle and witness this moment.

With just one strike, the young demon king—Huang, had actually succeeded in killing a Divine Spirit?

Even though all the experts who entered the secret realm were talented, with no mediocrities present, many still exclaimed in shock and were greatly shaken by such a spectacular battle feat!

“This is an extraordinary opponent; if this continues, who can possibly be a match?” A Primordial murmured in a low voice.

“This arena can extinguish Divine Fire, render Divine Spirits to the ordinary, their advantages completely gone.” Some still held confidence, speaking in a very calm tone.

Soon, people noticed something amiss; the bone fragments and flesh of the Qin Clan’s Divine Fire Realm expert who was killed didn’t merge back together and were not wrapped in Death Substitution Talismans to leave.

Even Shi Hao was surprised; the arena was strange, actually restricting all of this!

Droplets of blood on the ground, some broken bottles and pots, weapons, and a white Beast Fang, which was the so-called Death Substitution Talisman.

“Eh, was this prepared for me?” Shi Hao laughed, bent over to pick it up, holding it in his palm to observe, smooth as jade, flashing a gentle luster.

At this moment, the Cultivators of the Qin Clan on the sixth Sacred Mountain turned pale, a great upheaval stirring in their hearts, meaning that one of their Divine Fire Realm experts had already perished?

“Uncle Master!” Someone wailed in grief.

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“How could this happen, the Death Substitution Talismans refined by the Heavenly Venerate actually failed, ah…” Some Qin Clan Cultivators related to this expert found it hard to accept.

“Heh heh…” Shi Hao laughed, truly like a devil king, with black hair cascading down, striding forward, facing all the Divine Fire Realm experts on the grand arena stage on his own.

His gaze was piercingly sharp, staring at each person as if he were eyeing one prey after another, licking his lips to reveal a bewitching smile.

This angered Chi Lingkong and the Qin Clan experts; this young man’s gaze was offensive, as if he was eyeing wild beasts, ready to hunt right here.

For them, it was an insult!

“Not long ago, you all went out of your way to find me, disturbing my enlightenment, preventing me from entering the highest hall, how arrogant and despicable, why the silence now?” Shi Hao spoke.

Publicly uncovering the truth, reprimanding, making everyone’s face turn ashen.

“The Qin Clan is really something, so many Divine Fire Realm folks came in.” Now on the arena stage, there were two great experts from the Fire Demon Palace, and five great experts from the Qin Clan.

“Kill!”
At this moment, a great battle erupted, with the experts on the stage charging forward.

Outside the secret realm’s exit, beyond the altar.

Countless Cultivators were waiting, wanting to know what had happened inside and the final outcome.

In the void, several old Sect Hierarchs sat cross-legged, their bodies vague, silent and motionless, as if submerged in the years like fossils.

Over the past few days, the battles deep in the secret realm had been continuous and extremely tragic, with Mingzi and a Primordial of the Holy Feather Clan successively perishing, both slain by the young demon king Huang!

Apart from this, there were other Primordials who fell, some were killed by Deities within the secret realm, while others were slain by inheritors of the Immortal Hall, young Supremes who looked down upon their peers.

This caused a major upheaval, as they were truly dead in battle.

The Beast Fang Life Talisman could only be used once, unable to help them escape after being slain again.

Moreover, other strong experts from various schools perished, which was one thing, but the death of Primordials had far-reaching impact, involving more than a few states!

A Primordial—so rare that not even a vast state might see one emerge, signifying their rarity and strength.

Several such individuals dying in battle would surely not leave their inheritances content.

A Primordial had the significance to intimidate a state, to greatly flourish a school, to bring it to the pinnacle of glory, to protect the prosperity of that lineage for long and endless years.

The death of any Primordial was a tremendous loss!

Unfortunately, a few who were killed were too obstinate, despite being advised against it.

After dying once in battle, they insisted on entering again, the guardians at the exit of the secret realm could not be blamed.

Yet, it was clear that this matter could not be left at that.

Qin Changsheng sat there, his expression cold, for it was he who issued the invitation that resulted in Primordials perishing here, inevitably he would be embroiled in disputes.

Even though those few ancient schools couldn’t say much, they would harbor anger in their hearts, hard to quell!

Those few were too stubborn, killed once, resurrected on the altar, they wouldn’t heed any dissuasion, even when their elders shouted at them, they still chose to reenter the secret realm.

Perhaps, it’s simply because they were “Primordials,” usually surrounded by stars like the moon, never defeated, momentarily unable to accept this outcome.

This was why they even rejected their elders’ orders, choosing to enter the secret realm again.

“Brother Qin, this is not your fault, my descendant brought this upon himself, lacking in strength, it’s not someone else’s fault,” said an elder from the purple-gold Zhen Biao’s clan.

He was dry, skinny, and withered, sitting there without displaying any anger; he had scolded his descendant before, saying that the young generation of the purple-gold Zhen Biao was too weak.

Hearing him speak thusly, Qin Changsheng’s face grew a bit more pleasant, glad that this powerful clan didn’t blame him.

Especially since this particular Leopard Hou, had lived from the Primeval Times to the present, renowned as “Ancient Great Fierce” alongside the Taotie Clan’s Archaic Ancestors, incredibly terrifying.

Then, he thought of the Netherworld, a lineage shrouded in mystery, where the strongest beings emerged as strangely mutated corpses, not normally born creatures.

For example, the fallen talents from ancient times, invincible Primordials buried into the soil, after long years achieved Spirit Communication, they were sought out, and cultivated into world-shaking powerhouses!

“This clan’s foundations run deep and are hard to predict!” Qin Changsheng mused to himself, he had a decent relationship with the Netherlord, it should not come to hostility.

Considering this, the crisis wasn’t as severe as imagined, and it was unlikely for the ancient schools to turn hostile; he heaved a sigh of relief.

“Brother Qin, none of your significant disciples from Immortal Mountain have had to use their Death Substitution Talismans; it seems they are all safe and sound.

Truly impressive.”
Someone broke the silence with such a comment.

“It seems that this time the Qin Clan has gained tremendously, perhaps even obtaining the peerless inheritance of the Primordial Heaven Supreme,” another person nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Qin Changsheng smiled faintly.

Although several Primordials had fallen, affecting his mood, this matter absolutely delighted him.

In fact, he had always been anticipating this, hoping in his heart, yearning to obtain the inheritance of that Primeval Supreme!

He lightly replied with a smile, “Not necessarily.

The innermost area of the Supreme inheritance site is quite bizarre.

There are some restrictions and battlefields that are terrifying, and perhaps cannot be entered.”
“Brother Qin jests, I believe this time your clan’s gains will be the greatest.”
“If my clan truly gains something, should we obtain the forbidden inheritance within the secret realm, I am willing to share it with all fellow daoists here, so we can study it together,” Qin Changsheng said.

Although he was reluctant, he had to make a statement, merely to quell the turmoil caused by the deaths of several Primordials and to minimize the rage of the ancient schools.

“Hahaha…

Let us toast in advance to the Qin Clan’s success,” someone laughed heartily.

Others joined in, noting that the Qin Clan had sent the most Divine Fire Realm experts into the secret realm, and not even one had perished thus far, destined for the greatest harvest.

These people indeed eagerly wished to observe the forbidden inheritance.

Qin Changsheng smiled and nodded; he also felt that, unless something unexpected happened, the Qin Clan would likely dominate and gain the most from this opportunity.

“Hopefully it will end soon; I am looking forward to the return of the geniuses from the secret realm.” This was his heartfelt wish.

Deep within the secret realm, atop the Nine Holy Mountains.

Everyone was watching the fight, all feeling restless, especially the Qin Clan members whose faces turned pale and fists clenched tightly.

“Kill!”
On the battle platform, a member of the Qin Clan emitted silver light beams from his eyes, capable of slowing down anyone struck, a remnant of an ancient powerhouse’s Secret Technique, though the characters were incomplete.

Shi Hao scoffed; having fought against genuine Dual Pupils, he was not intimidated by such flawed Pupil Skills.

Opening his Unique Cave Heaven, he instantly obliterated these characters.

Transforming into a bolt of lightning, he charged past, and with a raise of his hand, unleashed a burst of lightning from his palm, followed by a thunderous ‘dong’, engulfing his opponent.

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This displayed the might he grasped after reaching the fourth realm in the dao of lightning, vast and astonishing, able to confront even Primordials – how could ordinary Cultivators of the same rank stand a chance?

The man was struck by the lightning, half of his body charred black, flesh peeling away as he was cast into the air.

Shi Hao, with blinding speed, transformed into lightning and followed swiftly, stomping down with a ‘peng’, shattering the man to pieces.

“Ah…” The remaining four Divine Fire Realm experts from the Qin Clan roared furiously.

Their Divine Fires extinguished, they felt frustrated, losing their strongest support as they rushed forward together.

“Clang!”
Shi Hao stood in the center of the arena, hand glowing, conjuring a golden War Spear, cold with the sheen of metal and wrapped in lightning.

“Kill!”
With intimidating eyes and wild hair, he rushed forward.

“Dang!”
The sound of metal resonance echoed, as the lightning-formed War Spear clashed with them, unleashing dreadful thunder, divine might astonishing.

In an instant, Shi Hao repelled three people, spear in hand charging forward, ‘pu’ sounded as he pierced through the brow of one, splashing blood high, pinning the man to death.

Boom!

The lightning exploded, the War Spear turned to electricity, causing the opponent to disintegrate, dying a violent death.

At the same time, with a ‘clang’ sounding, Shi Hao’s hand produced a Divine Sword, wrapped in purple lightning, still the embodiment of thunder, which he wielded and pressured forward.

“I’ll fight you to the death!” someone bellowed.

At this moment, Shi Hao transformed into a devil king, drenched in blood, holding the purple Divine Sword and accompanied by lightning, he pounced to attack these foes.

Amidst the resonant sword chimes, he raised his hand and slashed down, decapitating a man, with a cascade of blood and severed head flying askew, dead on the spot.

“My god, are my Qin Clan’s senior experts all dying in battle like this?”
On the sixth Sacred Mountain, some from the Qin Clan had red eyes, too terrible to comprehend — Divine Fire Realm experts falling in succession like this was an immeasurable loss for their clan.

“Chi!”
Another flash of lightning accompanied by an exceptionally sharp sword strike, Shi Hao soared into the sky, splitting a person in two, bathed in blood as he fought with ferocity.

“Devil king…

This is a devil king!” Qin Clan members shouted, fists clenched, unable to calm their agitation, nearly bursting with rage.

“Does the Heavenly Venerate know what’s happening here?

The Life Talismans are ineffective, go and report this quickly!” someone cried out, filled with regret and hatred.

At the entrance of the secret realm, several old Sect Hierarchs were conversing amicably, with Qin Changsheng sitting steadfast like a boulder, personally guarding the exit, awaiting the outcome.

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