PHS Chapter 163 (Patreon)

Chapter 163: Missed the Shot?

"Many thanks, Senior!"

Yang Qiu accepted the jade slip. After quickly scanning its contents, he swiftly relayed the message.

"Smash the Feral Beast eggs?"

Within the Mystic Realm of Creation, Zhang Baichuan received the reply, his eyes instantly lighting up. Was there such a tactic?

He rose and surveyed his surroundings. The landscape for dozens of li in every direction lay bare before him, and he soon spotted a Feral Beast lair—a colossal bird's nest perched on a hillside slope.

No Feral Beast was in sight.

It seemed to be out hunting.

No wonder the Golden Crow clan members could act so brazenly without drawing a siege from other Feral Beasts.

"Perfect!"

Zhang Baichuan glanced at the three Golden Crows in the distance, a cold sneer touching his lips. Plotting against the Golden Crow clan... the thought alone sent a thrill of excitement through him.

High in the sky, the Third Prince of the Golden Crow—his golden hair cascading over his shoulders like a divine being—sheathed his weapon. He clasped his hands behind his back and said nonchalantly, "You two clan elders may proceed."

"Yes."

The other two Golden Crows descended, landing before the Saint-level herb. They began studying the method to break the formation.

All three princes of the Golden Crow clan had entered this time. The Grand Prince had already ventured into the Mystic Realm's depths to contend for the Quasi-Emperor spirit herb. The Second Prince was competing for Great Saint-level spirit herbs.

He, as the third brother, was naturally tasked with gathering all spirit herbs below the Great Saint level. The Golden Crow clan's ambition was immense—they wanted everything. Everyone else could only pick up leftover scraps.

If not for the fact that their Golden Crow clan had only purchased routes to the Quasi-Emperor spirit herb and a few Great Saint-level ones from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, their herb-gathering speed would have been several times faster.

"Hmm?"

The Third Prince let out a soft sound of surprise. His gaze, sharp as lightning, shot toward an empty patch of space. A black-robed figure came into view. He studied the figure for a moment, then withdrew his attention.

"Someone from the Nine Nether Demonic Sect?"

The Nine Nether Demonic Sect had gained considerable fame recently, having annihilated the Shimmering Light Sacred Land and seized its heritage spanning several million years. Even the Golden Crow clan had heard the news.

However, they hadn't paid it much mind. While the Shimmering Light Sacred Land was not weak, in the Golden Crow clan's eyes, it was merely "not weak"—no different from the Ye Imperial Clan. Both had only produced a single Great Emperor.

But their Golden Crow clan had produced several Great Emperors. In ancient times, they had even ruled over the entire demon race. Their foundation was not something any Imperial Clan could easily match. As for the Nine Nether Demonic Sect—they were nothing but upstarts.

So what if they had seized the Shimmering Light Sacred Land's heritage?

Resources were just resources. They couldn't be converted into strength overnight. The current Nine Nether Demonic Sect, apart from being wealthier, was no different from before. At most, they had gained one more Imperial Weapon.

In the Golden Crow clan's eyes, they remained inferior.

"Is he the Sacred Son of the Nine Nether Demonic Sect? Why is his aura so weak?"

The Third Prince glanced at Zhang Baichuan, his heart filled with disdain. If this had been a prodigy from the human race, he might have been inclined to test their skills. But after seeing Zhang Baichuan, that fighting spirit was extinguished.

He was too weak.

He was unworthy of attention.

Crushing an ant held no interest for him. The Saint-level herb before him was far more important. If the other party were sensible and left, that would be the end of it. If not...

He wouldn't mind crushing an ant.

"Eh?"

The Third Prince glanced at Zhang Baichuan again. He saw the other party raise both hands, forming a hand seal. Dark light shone in his palm, blooming with rays of brilliance.

"Courting death!"

The Third Prince's brow furrowed, his eyes blazing with killing intent, as if his dignity had been challenged. An ant actually dared to strike first! This was unforgivable!

He took a step forward, his hand reaching out through the air. But before it could fall, he saw Zhang Baichuan thrust forward with both hands. Dark light erupted in blinding brilliance. A torrent of black mist shot skyward, shattering even the clouds above. It transformed into a massive hand, striking down toward the hill ten li away.

"What's happening?"

The Third Prince did not dodge, only feeling a fierce gust of wind blow past him. The black hand grazed his shoulder, as if the other party had missed due to nervousness.

To be honest, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a situation.

Someone attempting a sneak attack had actually missed their target. If word of this were to spread, the Nine Nether Demonic Sect wouldn't be able to show their faces anymore. Their Sacred Son possessed only this much skill.

How strong could the Nine Nether Demonic Sect possibly be?

BOOM!

A deafening roar erupted. A hill ten li away was shattered, smoke and dust filling the air. The bird's nest within was pulverized. Egg white streamed across the ground, mixed with flecks of yolk.

"Die!"

The Third Prince roared. His long hair flew, each strand crystalline. His body radiated golden light like a miniature sun, illuminating the surroundings. The terrifying temperature extinguished all life, making one's heart tremble.

Although the Sacred Son of the Nine Nether Demonic Sect had missed, he had ultimately made a move against him. Only the other's death could settle this matter!

Clang!

A golden longsword materialized, transforming into a pillar of yellow light, about to strike down.

However, just as the Third Prince was about to swing his sword...

"SCREE—!"

An earth-shattering screech reached his ears first.

Terrifying blood qi erupted like a volcano, drowning heaven and earth. Two massive Feral Beasts, wings spread wide, flew over from a distance like lightning. Below them, another Feral Beast trampled the earth, charging recklessly—their target was also this very place!

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