In the mountainous terrain, only Shi Hao stood tall, with a pair of massive golden wings behind him, streaked with dark patterns, resembling clouds that could blot out the sky!
On the ground lay the corpses of many beings, blood splattered everywhere. Leading them was a colossal Jiao Long, whose head had rolled to the ground, forehead split open, its primordial spirit extinguished.
The sight was truly shocking.
Shi Hao stood like a demonic mountain, towering over the silent and desolate land.
Amidst the blood-stained earth stood a young boy. It was a terrifying scene—everyone from the Demon Dragon Dao Gate had been annihilated, leaving only him, as if a devil king had descended upon the world.
"This is the Kun Peng treasure technique you all so desperately desired." Shi Hao looked toward the void, smiling brightly. His face was youthful and radiant, but no one dared underestimate him. With achievements like these, who would dare view him as a clueless boy?
