64: Chapter 64 Shameless

At this moment, within the rift in the starry sky, that massive Bull Demon physique had completely stepped out.

The newcomer was none other than Niu Poshan's father, one of the current clan elders of the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan, Niu Zhentian.

His figure was considerably more burly than Niu Poshan's true form, clad in bone armor, with a pair of giant copper-bell eyes as red as blood. His entire body was wreathed in an ancient, primitive aura; he was impressively a powerhouse of the Great Saint Seventh Heaven!

He had been slumbering within the clan and had only recently awakened from his self-sealing. However, he was slightly better than his son; although he was also very arrogant, he had still taken the time to understand the current state of the era.

After a brief inquiry, he learned that the Human Race was powerful in this world and had produced an invincible powerhouse, which left his heart feeling quite troubled.

Upon learning that his only son, Niu Poshan, had set foot on the Starry Sky Ancient Path—and knowing his son as only a father could—he feared the boy's recklessness would invite disaster, so he had hurriedly given chase.

He never expected that as soon as he arrived, he would see his son being run through by a spear.

Caught between shock and rage, he struck out in resentment, showing no mercy.

Yet, the pressure of his full-power outburst was unexpectedly neutralized into nothingness by someone silently, causing his heart to suddenly tighten.

Niu Zhentian suppressed his rage, his crimson eyes scanning the Void Realm, his voice sounding like a muffled drum:

“Just now, which Senior or Fellow Daoist made a move? I am Niu Zhentian of the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan, under the banner of the Golden Divine Ox Clan. This is a private grudge of my clan; please grant me this convenience and do not interfere!”

He emphasized the name of the Golden Divine Ox Clan heavily. In All Realms, the prestige of this lineage was enough to make many powerhouses wary.

After all, this was a Primordial Imperial Clan, a terrifying force that had produced a Primordial Emperor.

This name indeed carried weight. Many Cultivators' expressions changed slightly upon hearing it, and the looks they cast toward the Little Heavenly Killing Star held a few more degrees of sympathy and worry.

To be targeted by a Great Saint with such a deep background, one would lose a layer of skin even if they didn't die.

Jiang Hao, mingled within the crowd, listened to that deliberately emphasized self-introduction, and the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

“Classic.”

Before the fight even starts, they haul out their background to suppress people with power. If they can't suppress them, they bring up the forces behind them to try and suppress them with influence. He had seen this kind of behavior too many times; it had almost become the standard procedure for certain ancient clan scions or old fogies.

It was as if once that clan name was revealed, others should retreat three hundred miles and let everything end.

Unfortunately, anyone who has truly reached the Peak knows that a reputation is forged through fighting, not shouted out.

Relying on the shade of ancestors or the prestige of a clan to bluff people is the behavior of a weakling.

Beside him, True Man White Brow had already begun clicking his tongue in a low voice, saying to Jiang Hao:

“The Golden Divine Ox Clan... this is trouble. This Little Heavenly Killing Star has provoked a tough nut to crack. Although his Revered Master, Old Man Heavenly Killing, is also a ruthless character, distant water cannot quench a nearby fire.”

As he spoke, he shook his head, clearly believing the Little Heavenly Killing Star's situation was dire.

Jiang Hao had originally been listening casually, but when the four words 'Old Man Heavenly Killing' hit his ears, his brow arched imperceptibly.

“Old Man Heavenly Killing?”

In his mind, a cold, stubborn face flashed instantly—the face of someone who insisted on challenging him, only to be left dazed after being defeated in a single move.

“...It couldn't be that kid, Tian Shazi, could it?”

His thoughts turned rapidly. The starry sky was vast, and while identical titles weren't unheard of, at the level of 'Heavenly Killing' and coming from the same place, nine times out of ten, it was that guy.

Jiang Hao remained impassive on the surface, but a very faint trace of interest drifted through his heart.

This fate was quite interesting.

Back then, Tian Shazi had sought to prove his Dao through killing, challenging his way all the way to Jiang Hao's front. He lost, but that purity of purpose had left a slight impression.

He hadn't expected that now, his disciple would be on this Ancient Road arena and, through a strange twist of fate, end up venting some frustration on his behalf.

“Interesting.”

His gaze fell once more upon that solitary, upright black-clad figure on the arena.

The Void Realm was silent; no one answered.

After waiting a few breaths, the doubts in Niu Zhentian's heart faded.

Perhaps it truly was some passing powerhouse who had acted casually and had already departed.

Or perhaps the other party had heard the name of the Golden Divine Ox Clan and was unwilling to meddle in others' business.

In that case...

He slowly turned his head, his gaze—filled with sky-toppling Killing Intent—locking onto the Little Heavenly Killing Star.

“Junior, do you have anything else to say?”

Niu Zhentian emitted a Killing Intent even more terrifying than before, his Great Saint Seventh Heaven cultivation revealed without reservation.

That Great Saint pressure was like a Great Dao millstone, grinding down toward the Little Heavenly Killing Star in the center of the arena.

The air around the Little Heavenly Killing Star solidified, his bones emitting tooth-aching cracks, and the arena beneath his feet shattered inch by inch.

But his eyes remained as cold as ever; even more, a cluster of nearly frenzied flames ignited beneath that layer of ice.

“Buzz!”

It was as if some sort of shackle within him had shattered, and his aura surged explosively!

His Saint King Realm Ninth Heaven cultivation, bolstered by some mysterious Domain, broke through the barrier and violently reached a level comparable to an ordinary Great Saint of several heavens!

“The Eight Prohibitions Domain! He has opened the Eight Prohibitions!”

An old Cultivator with broad knowledge cried out in shock.

“No wonder he could defeat the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan's Prodigy in three spear strikes. Unfortunately... the opponent is a Great Saint Seventh Heaven!”

The people nearby shook their heads repeatedly, their faces full of regret.

The Eight Prohibitions Domain was very rare; it was the entry ticket for top-tier Prodigies and the capital to fight those of a higher Realm.

A flash of surprise crossed Niu Zhentian's crimson eyes; he hadn't expected this kid to actually be an Eight Prohibitions Prodigy. This was indeed rare.

This immediately turned into even deeper contempt and rage. So what if he was an Eight Prohibitions Prodigy? Even an Eight Prohibitions Prodigy couldn't be allowed to beat his son.

He said no more. That giant palm, which covered the firmament, pressed down simply and directly.

There were no fancy techniques, only the crushing weight of vast Dharmic power and the Law of the Great Dao. Wherever the edge of the palm passed, space became riddled with cracks like glass.

The Little Heavenly Killing Star moved.

Facing this unavoidable palm strike, he chose the most impossible method: a head-on collision!

The pitch-black long spear transformed into a streak of dark light that tore through the Void Realm. The speck of dark red at the spear tip was more radiant than ever before, concentrating all of his current essence, Qi, and spirit.

With one thrust, the blood-colored spear emerged like a Dragon, carrying a shrill howl as it violently collided with the pressing giant palm!

This was a life-risking strike, surpassing any of his previous attacks.

“A mantis trying to stop a carriage,” Niu Zhentian snorted coldly.

The palm and the spear light made contact.

“Boom!”

A deafening roar accompanied the explosion of blinding energy turbulence.

The blood-colored spear light held for only an instant before it crumbled with a wail under that irresistible, tectonic force.

In the next moment, the giant palm slammed solidly against the spear shaft that the Little Heavenly Killing Star held across his body.

“Crack!”

A heart-wrenching sound of snapping rang out. That pitch-black long spear, which had accompanied the Little Heavenly Killing Star through countless battles and drunk the blood of many, was actually pressed into a massive curve, as if it would snap at any second!

The Little Heavenly Killing Star was hit head-on as if by a high-speed falling star. His protective Holy Light instantly shattered, blood sprayed wildly from his mouth, and a dense sound of bone fractures came from his chest.

“Thud.”

He crashed to the ground, struggling to support his body on one knee. He tried to stand, but vomited another large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The bent long spear flew from his hand and landed slanted in the distance, buzzing incessantly.

His entire aura declined rapidly, his light dimming; he had clearly suffered a heavy blow.

The entire venue was silent.

One move.

Just one palm strike casually pressed down by a Great Saint had caused the Little Heavenly Killing Star—who had opened the Eight Prohibitions and could fight ordinary Great Saints—to be defeated so thoroughly and miserably.

This was the strength of a high-level Great Saint.

The gap between Realms was like a heavenly chasm, lying there and driving one to despair.

“Sigh, there's no way. The gap in Realms is just too large.”

“Indeed, what a pity for such a peerless Prodigy,” someone lamented.

“Bullying the small with age, utterly shameless!”

Some young Cultivators felt their blood boil, cursing in low voices in their hearts.

This kind of person who used their seniority to bully the young disgusted them the most.