Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 270 Punching the Desolate Heavenly Emperor (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

"It really came to me without any effort..."

Wu Xian looked down at the dumbfounded boy in the animal-suit, a slight smile playing on his lips. Then, with a powerful push of his foot, the temporary mode of transportation let out a mournful cry and flew directly to an open space not far from the child and the unicorn.

"Hao'er, that child, he is..."

The old man looked at the boy's appearance and vaguely saw the shadows of Shi Ziling and the fifteenth prince when they were young. He couldn't help but make a bold guess.

"Just like you thought, that child is another version of me, or rather... he is the real Shi Hao."

That's right, the child sitting on the back of the unicorn is none other than the future king who is known for his love of eating... cough cough! He is the childhood version of Shi Hao, the supreme powerhouse known as the Emperor of the Eternal Desolate Heaven.

He is too young now and looks no different from ordinary children of the same age, but Wu Xian can sense that there is a terrifying power hidden in the child's body.

Of course, this is only relative to ordinary people. In Wu Xian's eyes, Shi Hao is no different from a child who hasn't been weaned yet; one punch would seem to be enough to obliterate him...

Well, that's impossible. The future Desolate Emperor has already achieved the Sacrifice Path, which is an even more overpowered realm than ordinary transcendence. Therefore, he also possesses many powerful characteristics.

For example, the other side of the supreme being, once proven, forever proven. Even parallel worlds formed by different timeline branches can be interfered with at any time. Without even thinking, the counterpart in the parallel world can instantly possess the same power as the original.

The path of sacrifice is even more exaggerated. At this level, endless time and space and causal lines can be generated. There is no need to care about whether the future is disturbed, because at this level, what you see is endless time and space and endless possibilities. The Great Dao and time and space lose their meaning to the path of sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian took a deep breath, seemingly considering how to build a good relationship with Shi Hao and leave a good impression in his eyes, so as to secure a quasi-Immortal Emperor or even an Immortal Emperor position in the future... No way!
Damn it! You made me work as your stand-in for six years, suffer so much, and you still expect me to lick your boots?
Go dream!

As for Quasi-Immortal Emperor, he can give it to me if he wants, or not if he doesn't. He might be able to achieve that level through his own efforts, so he doesn't care about such handouts!
In short, Wu Xian must give this guy a good beating today to vent the frustration he's accumulated over the years; otherwise, his mind won't be clear enough, and it will hinder his future cultivation.

That's right! He's such a petty person!
As for whether Shi Hao might suddenly need to poop and beat him up... who cares, he'll just hit him first. Even if someone from the dignified Dao of Sacrifice really has no shame, he'll accept it.

With a grin spreading across his face, Wu Xian's smile suddenly turned malicious. He jumped off the ferocious bird's back, clenching his fists, his face full of ill intent.

"You are……"

Looking at the boy in front of him who seemed to be about the same age as himself, Shi Hao felt a strange unease in his heart, a mixture of guilt, helplessness, and other complex emotions that left him bewildered.

"It's nice to meet you. My name is Shi Hao, and I live in the second ancestral land of the Shi clan."

As Wu Xian spoke, a bright smile appeared on his face: "But this isn't my real name. It's said that it was given to me as a cover for a poor older brother, so they gave me this name. I've suffered a lot in his place over the years... By the way, what's your name, little brother?"

"Ah this..."

Shi Hao opened his mouth and finally understood where the emotion in his heart came from. After all this time, the boy in front of him was one of his targets on this trip, the child who would become his substitute.

Shi Hao was very clever. Although he was only seven years old, he understood the deeper meaning in the other person's words. He clearly knew who he was and was expressing his dissatisfaction and resentment.

If it were anyone else, Shi Hao would have already snapped back at that moment, but if it were that child…

Shi Hao's head and shoulders slumped, and he said weakly, "I... my name is Shi Hao, I'm the one who was your stand-in, I'm sorry..."

"It's ok!"

Wu Xian waved his hand and said in a seemingly magnanimous manner, "Although I have had a very bad time in the past six years, I have been monitored every day and have no freedom at all. Moreover, I am often insulted and bullied by the servants, and occasionally I am poisoned or bitten by wild beasts. Several times I have almost lost my life."

But then again, I'm still alive and well now, and compared to the suffering you endured back then, this little thing is nothing!

Hearing these words, Shi Hao lowered his head even further, feeling as if he owed Wu Xian several lives, and dared not look him in the eye. "Little brother, I'm sorry, it's all because of me that you suffered so much. I will definitely make it up to you in the future."

That's what I want you to say!

Wu Xian's eyes lit up; the true intentions were finally revealed.

“Brother, you’re being too polite. It makes it sound like I’m taking advantage of your kindness… But if you really can’t get through this, I do have a small request.”

"What do you want? Just tell me, little brother!"

Shi Hao blurted it out subconsciously, but regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. His intuition told him that this did not seem to be a good thing.

"I have only recently begun my cultivation and have only been in the Blood Transformation Realm for a little over a month. However, I cannot find any peers of the same level to spar with, making it difficult to judge the upper limit of my own strength. Therefore, I would like to have a friendly spar with you, brother, to test my own abilities."

Wu Xian said with a smile, which almost made the old man, who had just jumped off the back of the ferocious bird, fall over.

Unable to determine the upper limit of one's own strength?
That's true, but isn't your ceiling too high? Can the child really handle it?
"Hao'er..."

The old man wanted to speak up to dissuade him, but he felt a mental pressure that made his whole body stiffen and his tongue clench, rendering him unable to speak.

"No problem! Go ahead and help me with my cultivation!"

On the other hand, Shi Hao patted his chest and made a guarantee.

He could tell that Wu Xian wanted to beat him up to vent his pent-up anger from all these years.

That's understandable, since Wu Xian is the most innocent party in this whole affair. If he were in Wu Xian's shoes, he would also feel resentful.

He had even prepared to unleash a devastating attack, letting his opponent fight to their heart's content, and then ending the battle with a minor victory for himself.

Shi Hao was extremely confident in this. He had reached the pinnacle of the Blood Transformation Realm, and his arm alone possessed the strength of 100,000 jin, comparable to the cubs of the Ten Ancient Ferocious Beasts. Wu Xian, on the other hand, had only just begun his cultivation, so how could he possibly be his opponent?

As he was thinking this, he saw Wu Xian raise his little fist with a smile and swing it towards him in an ordinary manner.

Shi Hao shook his head inwardly. Just by looking at the punching motion, he knew that his poor younger brother hadn't fought much. He had no fighting spirit at all when he threw a punch, so how could he possibly hit anyone?

Now, how should I deal with this? Should I pretend to narrowly dodge it, or should I raise my hand and "struggle" to catch it?

Wait a minute, that punch is sending a huge gust of wind through it!

boom----! !

With a loud bang, blood flew through the air, and Shi Hao's 1.2-meter-tall body flew backward like a cannonball, flying hundreds of meters away before crashing into the mountainside, leaving a large, indented crater.

"Good brother! Take another punch from me!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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