Chapter 84

A group of children were very excited and immediately ran over, surrounding little Shi Hao, chattering away.

"Little Shorty, you're really amazing, you defeated all those people with just one slap each, even the leader who knew the Firelight Treasure Technique couldn't hold on."

"When can I also cut down these bandits like cutting grass?!"

Dozens of people were dealt with, and Shi Feijiao and others didn't show any mercy, throwing them into the mountains to feed the fierce beasts. These bandits had blood on their hands, and letting them go would be like punishing the good and rewarding the evil, causing more people to suffer.

As for the bandits' mounts, some were too fierce and couldn't be tamed, so they were directly killed and would become food for the villagers. About a dozen, though fierce, were relatively gentle and became the villagers' mounts.

"Haha, Little Shorty, you've done a great job. These exotic beasts are excellent steeds, the only downside is that they are fierce and need to eat blood and flesh every day."

Shi Linhu, Shi Feijiao, and others were very happy. Although they hadn't ridden unicorns yet, having a group of excellent fierce beasts was still quite good.

The bandits' mounts naturally wouldn't be too bad, suitable for traveling in the vast wilderness. Although they had bloody mouths and sharp fangs, they were truly strong and would be excellent steeds once tamed.

The red sun set, and the clan members were very happy. They cooked the slain fierce beasts in a large pot until they were thoroughly tender, then roasted them over a fire until they were golden and oily, the meat aroma making everyone's mouths water.

As they ate the meat and discussed the day's gains and losses, the clan members felt a great relief, venting the frustration they had been holding in for days.

"Really refreshing, these bandits have harmed countless small tribes, with countless lives on their hands. It feels great to have taken them down today, without any guilt."

"Little Shorty, you did a great job. I saw you easily break that leader's terrifying Firelight Technique, you're really something. Our little baby is getting stronger and stronger, hahaha..."

The adults laughed and teased little Shi Hao.

"Come, Uncle specially made a pot of beast milk for you, drink it." A middle-aged man with a scruffy beard came over.

Little Shorty was a bit embarrassed but still skillfully picked up the earthenware pot and started drinking. But after just one sip, he shouted, "You're lying, it's fruit juice."

"Haha..." The group couldn't help but laugh heartily.

After the laughter subsided, the old clan leader's expression became serious. Standing by the bonfire, he reminded everyone, "This group of bandits has been dealt with, but if they don't return, it will surely attract the main force and the Sacrificial Spirit."

"Grandpa, I'll go and deal with the aftermath." Little Shorty stood up.

The clan members were worried. Although Little Shorty was strong, he was still a child, and the other side had many experts, including a Sacrificial Spirit, which was terrifying.

What is a Sacrificial Spirit? It represents mystery and power, requiring the tribe to revere and worship it, with sincere sacrifices. It's extremely difficult to provoke, and no one wants to make an enemy of a Sacrificial Spirit.

"This is an evil spirit, I will find a way to eliminate it!" Little Shorty's tone was firm, and he repeatedly assured the clan members that he wouldn't act rashly. If things didn't go well, he would immediately flee.

The unicorn Xiao Bai naturally had to follow, ready to carry him away quickly in a critical moment, escaping the slaughter.

Before setting out, Little Shorty suggested that the clan members should relocate first and not stay in this place. Everyone nodded in agreement, and the clan leader also thought so, as the outcome of tonight's battle was uncertain. If Little Shorty lost, the entire village would face a bloody retaliation.

"Child, I will go with you!" The clan leader wanted to go along.

"No, Grandpa, you have internal injuries and can't use bone scripts freely. Leave it to me!" Little Shorty shook his head in disagreement.

"Child... it's hard for you!" The adults felt ashamed.

"This is what I should do, let's go!"

In the end, Little Shorty set out, riding alone, galloping towards the end of the earth, with a sense of heroism, determined to single-handedly eliminate the powerful bandits.

He had already learned from the bandits where they were based. Now, without stopping, he charged into the vast wilderness like a silver whirlwind.

The unicorn galloped at lightning speed, crossing mountains and valleys, and the surrounding forests quickly receded. After half an hour, he finally approached the destination.

The moon was hazy, and wild beasts roared in the mountains.

This was a highland area with a simple fence. The bandits had temporarily set up camp here, living a nomadic life.

The bonfire flickered, and the bandits were eating wild game, sitting in groups around the fire, tearing at the roasted meat and discussing something.

Not far away, a group of fierce beasts were tied to ancient trees or chained to large rocks, each looking menacing.

This was a simple fort, with a few people on guard, always alert for the approach of fierce beasts in the mountains. After all, this was the vast wilderness, and powerful monsters could suddenly appear at any time.

Little Shorty rode in, sitting on the silver unicorn, like a white-robed divine general descending from the sky, turning into a silver streak of light and arriving in an instant.

"Who's there?!" The guards at the gate shouted.

"Xiao Bai, hide first!" Little Shorty said, leaping off the unicorn and landing on the ground. At the same time, he threw the furry ball on his shoulder back onto the unicorn's back.

"How strange, a little kid actually came here." The guards were surprised but didn't dare to underestimate him, as the more unusual the situation, the more tense and cautious they became.

"Someone is intruding!" They shouted, alerting the others inside.

Little Shorty was fearless, walking forward with large strides, like a general who had never been defeated in battle. Though small, he exuded a terrifying aura, with the might of a dragon or tiger.

"Stop!" A bandit blocked his way, holding a war spear and viciously thrusting it forward.

"Bang!"

Little Shorty raised his hand and slapped it away. With a crack, the spear broke, and the man was sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing into a large rock and collapsing.

"Amazing!" The bandits gasped, quickly retreating and drawing their bows. Arrows whistled through the air, flying towards Little Shorty, sharp and fierce.

"Buzz"

Little Shorty's left hand drew a circle, instantly forming a vortex of runes that rapidly spun, sucking in all the arrows and grinding them into iron powder, which fell to the ground.

"Heaven, a little monster!" The bandits were shocked. They had been through many battles and encountered all kinds of people, but they had never seen a child so young and so terrifying.

Little Shorty slapped out, and runes filled the air. The dozen or so bandits who rushed over were sent flying like straw, crashing into the rocks behind them, spitting blood and unable to get up.

"Enemy attack, prepare for battle!" A sharp whistle sounded, and the fort was in chaos as all the bandits stood up.

Little Shorty was fearless, charging in and fighting the bandits bare-handed. With little effort, he broke the bones and tendons of over twenty people, rendering them unable to fight.

"Truly astonishing, just a child!" A leader appeared, his eyes shining as he stared at Little Shorty.

Shi Hao stepped forward, entering the fray. The leader rushed over, his body glowing with treasure light, and armor appeared on him.

"Hmm, crocodile armor? No, it's made of pangolin scales." The man looked like a large crocodile, with shiny scales, fierce and menacing, charging forward.

"Boom"

Little Shorty slapped out, and the others were sent flying, their bones breaking. Only this man, though thrown back, quickly got up again.

"Is this a treasure weapon?" Little Shorty's eyes lit up. Such things were rare, and he quickly rushed forward, attacking again.

"Come on!" The man roared, raising his hand to meet the attack. The runes on his hand glowed, like a beast's claw.

"Bang"

Little Shorty stood firm, while the man's arm spasmed and deformed. Despite the armor, it couldn't protect him fully, and his arm bone broke.

"You... you..." He couldn't believe it. The enemy was so young but so powerful, beyond imagination. How could a child at this age reach such a level?

"Again!" Little Shorty stepped forward, attacking again to test if the scales were a treasure weapon and if they worked.

"Boom!"

This time, the bandit leader was sent flying, his other arm breaking, and his chest bones caving in. Large pieces of the scales fell off, unable to withstand Little Shorty's immense force.

"Pity, it's not a true treasure weapon, the runes on the scales are incomplete." Little Shorty shook his head.

The bandits were stunned. This was a powerful leader, yet he could only withstand a few moves against this child, collapsing like a pile of mud.

"Worthless, you can't even stop a child?" At that moment, a middle-aged man's voice echoed, loud and resonant like a golden bell.

Little Shorty stopped, knowing he had encountered a true expert. A strong rune fluctuation came from ahead, like a fierce beast waking from a deep sleep.

The man had thick black hair, mostly white eyes, and pale golden pupils, exuding a powerful aura. Each step he took made the ground tremble, as if a giant was approaching.

This was the true leader of the bandits, commanding over a hundred experts, with a powerful Sacrificial Spirit by his side, not an ordinary person.

"Whoosh"

A beam of firelight appeared and instantly spread, turning into a sea of fire that engulfed Little Shorty.

The middle-aged man attacked without any extra words. It was the same Firelight Technique, but the power was incomparable.

With a hiss, a nearby river was boiled dry, and the surrounding rocks turned to lava. The place became like a volcanic crater, with hot lava gushing out, unbearable heat.

Little Shorty was surprised. This was a true expert, beyond his expectations. He had thought only the Sacrificial Spirit was terrifying, but the leader was also extraordinary.

"Buzz"

He clasped his hands, and a silver moon rose, spinning and rapidly absorbing the firelight. It then expanded, covering the area, a technique he had learned from Ziyun, Dapeng, and Xiaoqing.

"You're the child from that village, and you're so powerful?!" The middle-aged man was shocked when Little Shorty neutralized his Firelight Technique. He had a good memory and remembered seeing Little Shorty before.

The last time he went to the village, he sat on a fierce beast at the back, coldly observing without any expression. His sharp eyes had noticed Little Shorty, and he still remembered him.

Facing this enemy, Little Shorty didn't dare to be careless. Runes glowed as he used a treasure technique, preparing to attack.

At that moment, the middle-aged man's body glowed, and he roared, "Sacrificial Spirit, grant me your power."

With a boom, his body seemed to ignite, transforming into a human-shaped pangolin, glowing brightly, standing upright, and shaking its head and tail, launching its most powerful attack.

"Whoosh"

He swung his arm, and a giant, glowing claw shot through the air, grabbing towards Little Shorty, with divine patterns filling the sky.

Little Shorty, with a solemn expression, lightly shouted, using a treasure technique. A huge silver moon appeared behind him, about ten feet in diameter, casting a brilliant light, like a radiant halo protecting him.

Silver light surged from the moon, rushing towards the giant claw, colliding with a loud bang, and exploding in the sky, turning into a shower of brilliant light.

The scene was both awe-inspiring and beautiful. Behind Little Shorty was a silver divine moon, and he was enveloped in a hazy, holy light, like a small deity.

On the other side, the human-shaped pangolin roared, "Last time, if I had massacred that village, maybe this wouldn't have happened. You've recently broken through, haven't you?!"

"Exactly!" Little Shorty didn't deny it. Three volcanic mouths appeared in the air, spewing "lava," which was divine essence, pouring into his body.

"What?" The powerful middle-aged man was shocked. Breaking through and opening three cave heavens at once was unheard of, like a fairy tale, terrifying and frightening.

"Who would have thought such a prodigy would appear in this wilderness!" The middle-aged man roared, his body burning brightly after transforming into a human-shaped pangolin. "I should have slaughtered that village earlier."

Little Shorty's eyes were bright, and the silver moon behind him glowed, casting a holy light that enveloped him, making him look even more like a deity.

The two fought intensely, and after dozens of moves, the silver moon behind Little Shorty suddenly trembled, and a loud bird cry echoed. A huge ancient magical bird appeared, rapidly growing and covering the mountain.

"Poof"

The ancient magical bird soared through the air, and one claw struck down, shattering the middle-aged man's endless runes, tearing off his arm and shoulder, almost splitting him in two, blood splattering the ground.

"Ah..."

The middle-aged man transformed back into human form, his body losing its glow, falling into a pool of blood, very unwilling, his eyes dimming, the fierce light fading. He muttered, "I've practiced for half my life, breaking through to the Cave Heaven realm at thirty, and now, at over fifty, I haven't broken through to a higher level. You're just a child, yet you're on the same level as me."

He was furious, his expression complex, feeling very shocked and unwilling about Little Shorty's incredible abilities.

The bandits were stunned. Their revered leader had been defeated, his arm forcefully torn off by a seven- or eight-year-old child, a shocking and terrifying sight.

"Boom," "Boom"...

The mountain shook, and a huge, pale golden creature appeared, like a golden mountain in the night, turning the mountain golden.

The Sacrificial Spirit had appeared, its eyes cold and ruthless, like two golden lanterns, emitting terrifying light, staring at Little Shorty with shocking killing intent.

Little Shorty remained calm, without fear, muttering to himself, "Sacrificial Spirit, mysterious and powerful, with many secrets. I've never killed one before."