Chapter 93

**Boom**

The ground trembled as Shi Hao’s two captives struggled, their arms flailing, causing the earth to crack and the soil to crumble. They resembled two ancient behemoths gone mad, trying to stand up, their divine power terrifying.

*Pang, pang*—two sounds echoed as Little Brat stomped on their backs. The two men immediately groaned, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and they lay limp on the ground, unable to move.

In the surrounding area, there was complete silence. No need for proof; just from the grand entrance of these people, it was clear they were important figures, likely elders of some great clan.

But now, they had been felled by Little Brat’s two stomps, trampled underfoot, which truly dropped jaws. This child, who looked so innocent, was actually so powerful?!

“Amazing! Those who can break records naturally have their extraordinary qualities. Even a child cannot be judged by ordinary standards!” a group of people exclaimed.

Especially Uncle Hammer, Old Bird, and Jingbi Dàyé, their eyes nearly popping out. The mischievous child who had just been bickering with them was actually so strong? They had really misjudged him!

These few people had always thought the kid was unreliable, often doing things that left people speechless. They had even been worried about him, fearing he would be robbed of his bone rune and put in mortal danger. Now, it seemed nothing of the sort. This kid was so powerful that when he heard someone wanted to rob him, his eyes had gleamed with greed. Was he paying tribute to his peers? Clearly, he was looking forward to it and eager for it. How unscrupulous!

“Little friend, please let them go.”

On the opposite side, a group of people looked grim. They were from a glorious great clan, and two of their elders had been felled by a mere child and trampled underfoot. If this news spread, what face would they have left?

The only consolation was that this was the Spirit Realm, where they had hidden their identities and true appearances. Otherwise, they would have become a laughingstock among the major powerful clans.

“No.” Shi Hao’s response was straightforward, just two words.

The group on the opposite side glared at him, their eyes cold. Just a child, and he dared to challenge the dignity of their great clan? He should be suppressed immediately.

“Child, let them go. I will have them apologize to you,” a middle-aged man said, trying to calm him down with words.

“You not only wanted to take the precious bone from me but also kill me. Do you think a few words can make everything right?” Little Brat asked calmly.

The two men under Little Brat’s feet had less authority and status compared to the three leaders on the opposite side. From their cultivation, it was clear that when they were all attacked, only these two were felled.

Even so, these two men held extremely high positions and had immense power, second only to the three middle-aged men in the group. When they were angry, countless tribes and countless people would tremble. Now, they were trampled underfoot by a mere child.

“What do you want?” the middle-aged man asked, his eyes opening and closing, runes flowing, the sun and moon appearing, emitting a terrifying aura that made souls tremble.

“I want compensation. Exchange it with your clan’s treasure technique,” Little Brat demanded boldly.

Everyone was stunned. For any great clan, the most precious thing was their clan’s treasure technique, the foundation of their survival and rise.

In fact, treasure techniques were rare. Even tribes with tens of millions or hundreds of millions of people might only have one powerful treasure technique, supplemented by a few minor techniques.

Little Brat’s demand for a great clan’s treasure technique naturally made the faces of the group turn black. How could they possibly agree? They all looked grim, their eyes cold.

“Sigh, it seems you two aren’t much. I thought I had caught a big fish,” Little Brat sighed, squatting down and looking at the two men under his feet, his face full of disappointment.

This expression and these words made everyone look at each other, unsure whether to laugh or cry. The two great figures under his feet were almost ready to explode with humiliation.

Next, Little Brat’s actions were smooth and quick. He searched the two men, feeling them up and down, starting to rob them.

Everyone watched in shock. How could he be so skilled? Who was the real victim here? It looked like the mischievous child was the one doing the robbing.

“You...” the two men trembled with anger. They were of such noble status; who would dare to disrespect them? Now, they were being stripped and robbed.

*Pfft*

One of them spat out a mouthful of old blood and fainted.

“You’re too poor. Why didn’t you bring any treasure tools when you came out? Even Jingbi Dàyé didn’t bring much,” Little Brat muttered.

In the distance, everyone was stunned. Treasure tools that could materialize in the Spirit Realm were extraordinary. Who would carry them around for no reason? What if something went wrong?

If a treasure tool was lost in the Spirit Realm, it would lose its essence in the real world, its power drastically reduced, and over time, it would become a mere mortal object.

Not far away, Jingbi Dàyé’s old face turned black. How could he be equated with a shiny, crystalline object? Did that child really see him as the same?

“Child, that’s enough!” the leading middle-aged man said, a clear aura rising from his head, forming a great path flower that filled the sky, surrounded by terrifying lightning and thunder.

The other two men also had cold eyes, runes appearing around them, making the earth tremble as if two powerful ancient relics were standing there.

As for the clan members behind these three, they were already impatient, eager to act and quickly subdue this hateful child.

“Do you think I’m afraid of you? Without a clan treasure technique, don’t even think about taking them away,” Little Brat said.

“Subdue him!” the leading middle-aged man ordered, spitting out a blue light that resembled flames and lightning, crackling as it surged toward Little Brat, trying to counter the power of the red treasure fan in his hand.

However, what shocked everyone was that the child directly reduced the eighteen divine feathers to palm length, put them in his chest, and then picked up the two men, using them as weapons, swinging them at the crowd.

“Be careful!” the group hesitated, afraid to harm the two great figures.

This child was too ruthless, using the two great figures like a windmill, striking left and right, north and south, unpredictable and smooth.

“I’m so angry!”

*Pfft*

The other man also spat out a mouthful of old blood and fainted. Out of sight, out of mind, they let Little Brat play with them, using them as weapons.

“Don’t worry so much. If they get hurt, let them rest for a few months in the real world,” the three leading middle-aged men said, all emitting terrifying auras.

“Kill!”

The group rushed forward, treasure techniques shining, runes intertwining, turning the place into a sea of light, engulfing everything.

*Pfft*

Little Brat’s left hand was holding one of the great figures, whose arm was severed by a bolt of lightning, blood gushing, waking him up in pain, roaring.

“Elder, we didn’t mean to, please forgive us,” the group was a bit scared, holding back.

Little Brat ignored them, slaughtering indiscriminately, sweeping forward. The bodies of the two men in his hands were extremely strong and resilient, beating the group to a pulp, limbs flying, blood splattering.

As long as there was a battle, it was bound to be bloody. Soon, a pile of people lay on the ground, all Little Brat’s trophies. He threw the injured and incapacitated people together.

As for the two men in his hands, they were left with only half their bodies, screaming in pain. If they were tortured any further, they would surely die. In the end, he threw them into the pile.

It was like a pile of corpses, though everyone was still alive, blood flowing, forming a small river, a terrifying sight that made people want to vomit.

Fortunately, this was the Spirit Realm. With enough time to recover, they could be restored. Otherwise, this slaughter would be too terrifying, crippling many experts of a great clan, causing shocking losses.

“Damn Initial Land, only allowing Bloodline Realm strength,” a great figure fumed, but was inwardly shocked. The child on the opposite side was also at the Bloodline Realm, fighting alone against their group. What kind of power was this? If this news spread, few would believe it!

However, with so many witnesses, this fact could not be denied. Everyone was stunned, realizing they had misjudged the child. This innocent-looking kid was incredibly powerful and should not be provoked.

Before long, only three great figures remained on the opposite side, all injured and bloodied.

They were such important figures, their roars shaking the winds and the earth. Today, in the Initial Land, they could not withstand a child. If this news spread, they would be laughed at.

Everyone was shocked. This proved that if everyone was at the Bloodline Realm, the people from this great clan were no match for the child. What did this mean? A new star was rising, another prodigy of unparalleled talent!

“Little friend, you’ve gone too far. You’ve injured countless of our clan members. Do you want to continue?” the middle-aged man asked, a bit helpless. Did he need to seek help from the clan, using the full strength of the clan to subdue this child?

“Over a hundred people are down, only you three are left. Come and join them!” Little Brat showed a row of white teeth, looking like a little demon to them.

*Hum*

No matter how many runes they had, no matter how terrifying their auras, they were still at the Bloodline Realm. Little Brat charged forward, unstoppable.

*Pang*

He slapped out, a stream of light flying, piercing through a middle-aged man’s back, blood gushing, and he fell into the pile.

Then, he rushed forward, kicking through another man’s runes, sweeping his legs, breaking them with a *crack*, and he also fell into the pile.

The last one tried to escape, rushing away. Little Brat’s red feather flashed, a divine feather rising, transforming into a dozen feet long, *pfft*, immediately turning one of the man’s legs to ashes, and he fell.

In the blink of an eye, the great clan’s forces were completely defeated, all captured.

“Hmm, not right, one is missing.” Little Brat controlled the red feather, *chi chi* sounds echoing, felling a young man hiding in the distance, spitting blood, and capturing him.

“Thank you. What’s your name? I heard you’re Young Master Chiyun’s brother. Only you gave me a treasure tool, they were all poor,” Little Brat said.

*Pfft*

The young man spat out blood, injured and angry, fainting.

Everyone was stunned. In front of them was a spectacular sight, a mountain of flesh, made up of over a hundred experts, all the forces of the great clan captured.

Little Brat stepped forward, his big eyes shining, saying a sentence that made the group furious, “A pile of trophies is better than just a few, who will go and deliver the message? Bring the clan’s treasure technique to exchange for the people.”

“It’s you, go and report to your clan. Tell them I love treasure tools and treasure techniques, and I’m happy to sit down and talk with them,” Little Brat pointed to a young man, telling him to deliver the message.

*Pfft*

The group spat blood, unable to contain their anger.

Little Brat sat on a large green stone, supporting his chin, watching them to prevent them from escaping, his big eyes gleaming like a little thief, looking at a pile of treasures.

In the distance, all the spectators were sweating, not knowing what to say. This child was truly extraordinary. Not long ago, many