82: Chapter 82 Shi Hao easily dealt with the Seven Gods and asked me to go to the Immortal Mountain to save my parents.

"Whew!"

This time, unlike the original story, the times have changed.

Who could have imagined that Shi Hao would eliminate the Seven Gods of the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm in less than three days?

He tied these fellows up and threw them at the feet of the Nine-Nether Ao, Wang Teng.

"Brother-in-law, these fellows are not bad; why don't you try tasting them? Especially the Immortal Palace's Huang Yu..."

It was a bit unusual.

Why didn't this kid roast and eat them himself first?

Instead, he beat these fellows back into their original forms and sent them to Wang Teng's feet.

When things are unusual, there must be something strange going on.

"What are you trying to do, kid? Don't beat around the bush with me; speak up!"

As a transmigrator, Wang Teng naturally knew the plot.

He could also guess that Shi Hao had come to ask for his help regarding his parents.

"Roar!!"

The void behind him split open, and a gigantic Nine-Nether gluttonous mouth emerged, swallowing those seven Divine Fire Realm experts—who were still begging for mercy—in one gulp!

"Crunchy."

Wang Teng chewed casually a few times, and seven orbs of pure divine laws instantly replenished the energy he had consumed. He clapped his hands and looked at Shi Hao: "Speak, about the matter at Bulao Mountain."

"Now that you know your parents' whereabouts, what do you intend to do?"

The playful look in Shi Hao's eyes vanished instantly.

An astonishing murderous aura erupted from the youth. He looked toward the direction of the Xuan Region, his voice low and firm: "They have imprisoned my parents for over a decade."

"I don't want to leave this debt unsettled overnight."

"Brother-in-law."

Shi Hao raised his head, his eyes earnest: "Although I have become stronger now, Bulao Mountain has that five elements mountain... That is a True Immortal magical artifact, I am afraid..."

He wasn't afraid of death; he was afraid of alerting the enemy and feared that the five elements mountain would act desperately and harm his parents.

"Afraid of what, my ass."

Wang Teng stood up, stretched, and his joints popped like thunder: "It's just a broken mountain."

"The last time it smashed its projection at me, I hadn't even settled the score with it yet."

Wang Teng waved his hand, and the tianhuang great halberd appeared in his hand. That overbearing aura of looking down on the world instantly enveloped the entire Shi Village: "Let's go! I'm taking you to—bring Mom and Dad home!"

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The Xuan Region, Bulao Mountain. This is the most mysterious pure land in the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm, where purple mist comes from the east and sacred peaks stand tall.

Especially that five elements mountain, which is regarded as the sect's treasure; its entire body is surrounded by five-colored divine light, suppressing the fortune of this world.

Today, the atmosphere within the Qin Clan (the main lineage of Bulao Mountain) is solemn and dignified.

Because they are conducting a major event concerning the future of the clan—holding the final baptism ceremony for the "Supreme" Qin Hao.

"As long as Hao'er completely fuses with this immortal bone, plus the regeneration bone within his body, he will surely surpass that short-lived ghost Shi Hao in the future!"

Inside the Qin Clan's great hall, an ancestor wearing purple-gold robes was beaming, looking at the arrogant youth in the center of the altar with eyes full of fanaticism.

And in the corner of the hall, Shi Ziling and Qin Yining, who were locked up by heavy restrictions, looked haggard with tears in their eyes.

They could only watch helplessly as their younger son walked down a path controlled by the clan.

"My Hao'er..."

Qin Yining's heart was twisted with pain.

Her eldest son's life or death was uncertain, and her younger son had become a puppet of the clan; this couple's hearts were breaking.

Just when the Qin Clan ancestor was about to announce the start of the ceremony and all the Qin Clan experts were cheering.

"Boom!!!"

A loud noise, as if the sky had been smashed by a hammer.

The entire protective formation of Bulao Mountain didn't even last a second; it was like a glass dome that shattered instantly!

"Who is it?!"

"How bold! How dare you trespass into the pure land of Bulao Mountain!!"

The Qin Clan experts were shocked and rushed out of the hall one after another.

Then, they saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Above the firmament.

A massive agarwood ship crushed the clouds across the sky and pressed down on top of Bulao Mountain with extreme tyranny.

The huge shadow cast by the ship enveloped the entire Qin Clan in darkness.

On the bow of the ship, two figures stood side by side.

The person on the left had black hair draped over his shoulders, was shirtless, and carried nine demonic tails that blotted out the sky and sun, like the descent of an ancient Demonic Lord.

The person on the right, in the appearance of a youth, had a single divine ring of the Cave Heaven above his head, his whole body radiating boundless golden light, like a young Heavenly Emperor on patrol.

"Old dogs of the Qin Clan." "All of you, get out here!!"

Shi Hao roared, the sound waves rolling, directly shattering the Bulao Mountain's gate archway into powder!

"Shi... Shi Hao?!"

"That Nine-Nether Ao, Wang Teng?!!"

"Why are they here?! Where are the Seven Gods? Where are the masters from the Upper Realm?!"

The moment they recognized these two, the Qin Clan ancestor's legs began to tremble.

Wang Teng's fierce reputation was earned by eating!

Eating plates, eating towers, eating divine chains!

And Shi Hao, whose "death" had just been reported, why was he here now, alive and kicking, and his aura was countless times more terrifying than before?!

"Hum!"

As the ship hovered to a stop, an indescribable and terrifying pressure poured down without reservation from the soles of Wang Teng's feet.

It was not merely spiritual power pressure, but a mixture of the Nine-Nether Ao's ancestral murderous aura, the reincarnation disk's power of causality, and a trace of the supreme laws of the Dunyi Realm.

In front of this power, Bulao Mountain's proud protective formation didn't even make a ripple; it simply went dead.

"Crack, crack..."

On the plaza, those Qin Clan experts who were originally preparing to cheer, whether they were Venerables or in the Divine Fire Realm (pseudo-gods).

At this moment, their knees were trembling, and their bones were groaning under the unbearable burden.

"Kneel."

Wang Teng stood at the bow of the ship, not even lifting his eyelids, and softly spat out two words.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It was like harvesting wheat.

On the entire Qin Clan plaza, thousands of cultivators, everyone—knelt on the ground in perfect unison!

Even that ancestor wearing purple-gold robes, who had the highest cultivation level, was no exception.

He tried desperately to urge the divine power in his body to resist, but under Wang Teng's pair of grey double pupils, he felt like a little white rabbit being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast.

That gaze... was too terrifying.

There was no killing intent, only a kind of scrutiny of "how this piece of meat should be cut."

"Whether that bone is suitable for making soup"—appetite!

"You... Your Excellency..."

The Qin Clan ancestor was covered in sweat, cold sweat streaming down his usually dignified old face like a waterfall.

He knelt on the ground, forced to lower his noble head, and asked in a trembling and extremely humble tone: "I wonder where our Qin Clan... has offended Your Excellency?"

"If you want tribute... just say the word, if Bulao Mountain has it... we will certainly not be stingy..."

"Tribute?"

Wang Teng laughed; he stretched out a finger and tapped the railing of the ship lightly.

It made a thumping sound, and every thud felt like it was hitting the hearts of everyone in the Qin Clan.

"I am a reasonable person."

"As long as you are obedient, I generally don't eat people."

Wang Teng pointed toward the direction of the hall below: "Release Shi Hao's parents to me, completely unharmed."

Once these words were spoken, the whole place fell into dead silence.

The Qin Clan ancestor suddenly raised his head, his pupils shaking violently.

Shi Hao's parents?

This Demon King came for that couple?

Could it be that... the youth radiating golden light beside him is...

Before the Qin Clan ancestor could figure it out.

"Presumptuous!!"

A childish yet arrogant shout suddenly rang out from the center of the altar.

At the moment when everyone else was kneeling on the ground, that youth wearing the Longevity Battle Armor and possessing double bones in his body.

Qin Hao actually straightened his back by force!