Primordial Era: Starting with Chaotic Double Pupils, Becoming an Apprentice to the Willow God

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Above the North Sea, winds and clouds surge.

The entrance to the Kunpeng Nest was already completely surrounded by people.

Tens of thousands of cultivators gathered here, including not only the major powerful clans of the sea, but also creatures from the ancient divine mountains on land.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that golden, restricted sea area.

"Look! The ghost ship is coming out!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

The enormous black ancient ship broke through the mist and slowly sailed out.

At the bow of the ship, Ye Xuan sat drinking tea, while Shi Hao carried a halberd. Behind him were two stunning beauties. The group was unharmed and looked as relaxed as if they had just returned from a trip.

This scene brought tears to the eyes of everyone present.

They suffered countless deaths and injuries here trying to break the formation, but didn't even get a single thing.

These people swaggered in and out, and judging from the weapon in the brat's hand, he had obviously obtained some extraordinary fortune!

"That's Kunpeng's weapon?!"

"This brat has inherited the skill?!"

Greed spread through the crowd, instantly igniting the entire scene.

"stop!"

A loud shout rang out.

The waves crashed open, and a blue-haired boy emerged from the waves.

He held the Trident of Poseidon, and was followed by several terrifying elders, clearly the elders of his clan, which gave him confidence.

It was Mo Shang, a descendant of the sea god.

Mo Shang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Shi Hao, his eyes filled with resentment and jealousy.

"You brat! Hand over the Kunpeng legacy!"

"That is a destiny belonging to my Sea God lineage! How dare you lay a finger on it? Otherwise, today I will condemn you to perish in the North Sea, leaving no trace of your remains!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the auras of several Venerable Realm experts surged into the sky, locking onto the ghost ship, clearly preparing to seize it by force.

Faced with this overwhelming force, like a thousand troops.

Ye Xuan, still holding his teacup at the bow of the boat, took a small sip without even lifting his eyelids.

"Xiao Hao."

Ye Xuan spoke calmly, his voice so composed that it revealed not a trace of emotion.

"Go and suppress that brat."

"If you only practice the Kunpeng Technique you just learned without actually fighting it, it's just a sham. This is a good opportunity to practice with it."

"Okay!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Hao chuckled.

Instead of using the Heavenly Desolate Battle Halberd, he stuck it into the deck.

"I don't even need weapons to deal with you!"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Hao flashed forward and charged out bare-handed.

"Arrogant!"

Mo Shang flew into a rage, his trident erupting with a dazzling blue light that stirred up a vast expanse of waves. "Today I'll show you what the majesty of the Sea God truly is!"

He thrust out his halberd, and the waves transformed into countless water dragons, roaring as they rushed towards Shi Hao.

"What sea god? I think he's more like seafood!"

Shi Hao shouted loudly, and the runes within his body began to circulate.

"boom!"

Behind him, a golden ocean unfolded.

A gigantic golden phantom soared into the sky, its wings like clouds hanging from the heavens, exuding a terrifying aura of extreme strength and yang energy.

Kunpeng Technique – The Ultimate of Yang!

Shi Hao transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, moving at incredible speed, completely ignoring the attacks of the water dragons, and instantly appeared in front of Mo Shang.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed across the sea.

Before Mo Shang could react, he was slapped and sent flying. Half of his face swelled up instantly, and two of his teeth flew out.

"you……"

Mo Shang was shocked and furious, and was about to retaliate.

Shi Hao's aura changed again.

The golden light faded, and black mist surged. He seemed to have transformed into an ancient Kun fish that had sunk into the abyss, possessing terrifying power.

"Get down here!"

Shi Hao reached out and grabbed the trident that Mo Shang was thrusting at him.

The power of Yin erupted, instantly freezing the divine energy fluctuations on the trident.

Shi Hao's arm jerked, unleashing terrifying force that swung Mo Shang, halberd and all, up and slammed him hard into the sea.

"Bang!"

Huge waves surged.

Only three rounds.

Mo Shang's prized Sea God Technique was as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of the complete Kunpeng Technique.

When Mo Shang scrambled out of the water, dizzy and disoriented, Shi Hao had already stepped on his chest.

"Give it to me!"

Shi Hao snatched the Trident of Poseidon, weighed it in his hand for a moment, and looked disgusted.

"This broken fork isn't good for fighting. But it'll be perfect for my friends in the village to play with, and its shape... it would be great for spearing fish and grilling them!"

"puff--!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Shang, who was already severely injured and filled with shame and indignation, could no longer bear the blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from anger.

To be a descendant of the sea god, having one's weapon stolen in public and used as a barbecue fork, is an utter disgrace!

"How dare you, you brat!"

"presumptuous!"

Seeing their young master being humiliated like this, the elders behind Mo Shang could no longer sit still.

Not only the Sea God lineage, but also the Venerables of the surrounding ancient divine mountains were all mobilized.

They had long coveted the Kunpeng Technique, and now was the perfect opportunity to use it.

"You wicked creature! How dare you commit violence, injure people, and steal their precious artifacts!"

"Hand over the Kunpeng Technique, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

Rumble!

More than a dozen Venerable Ones attacked at the same time.

All sorts of magical artifacts shot into the sky: a giant hammer wreathed in lightning, a gourd spewing poisonous mist, a flying sword radiating brilliant light... These attacks converged to form a devastating torrent, aiming to annihilate Shi Hao along with the ghost ship.

At that moment, the world changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

Faced with this seemingly inescapable situation, Shi Hao's small face showed no fear, but his expression became serious.

After all, he is only at the Spirit Transformation Realm, and he is under immense pressure facing the siege of more than a dozen Venerables.

Just then.

A soft sigh came from the ghost ship.

"As expected, after beating the young one, the old one came."

"You bunch of good-for-nothings never disappoint."

As that indifferent voice rang out.

Ye Xuan finally put down his teacup.

He did not get up, maintaining his calm and composed sitting posture.

He simply raised his right hand slowly and gently grabbed at the dozen or so arrogant Venerables across the void.

"Buzz—"

The world suddenly fell silent.

The originally violent torrent of energy seemed to have been paused at this moment.

Followed by.

A colossal, chaotic hand, obscuring the sky, appeared out of thin air above the heavens.

That giant hand was so big that it almost covered the entire sea area.

The palm lines are clear as ravines, and each line flows with a hazy, chaotic aura.

Within the palm of his hand, two black and white divine fish, one yin and one yang, swam about, radiating a terrifying pressure that suppressed all the heavens.

That was Ye Xuan's comprehension of the Kunpeng's profound meaning, a strike that merged with the origin of chaos.

"Suppress and kill."

Ye Xuan uttered two words softly.

The chaotic hand slammed down.

There were no fancy moves, no unnecessary actions, just pure power, pure crushing.

"No!!"

"What kind of power is this?!"

"Spare me—!"

The dozen or so Venerable Ones let out terrified screams.

They desperately activated their Noble Phantasms to try and resist, but in front of that chaotic hand, the so-called Venerable Noble Phantasms were like toys, instantly shattering.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like swatting a fly.

Those dozen or so venerable figures, who usually held high above and looked down upon their respective regions, didn't even have time to fully utter a scream before they exploded in mid-air.

There was no flying blood and flesh, only wisps of blood mist that instantly turned into nothingness under the crushing force of the chaotic energy.

The large hand dispersed.

The sea has returned to calm.

Only the lingering stench of blood proved that more than a dozen Venerable Ones had stood here just moments before.

The entire room fell silent.

The once bustling Beihai Park is now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The remaining tens of thousands of cultivators were all ashen-faced, trembling all over, and their teeth were chattering.

They stared at the figure in white on the ghost ship, their eyes filled with unprecedented fear.

He killed more than a dozen Venerable Ones with a single slap?

This isn't just kicking a brick wall, it's kicking an ancient sacred mountain!

Could such power be the work of a deity who has ignited a divine fire and descended to earth?

Ye Xuan slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the entire scene.

Wherever those chaotic double pupils passed, no one dared to meet their gaze.

Everyone lowered their proud heads, and some were even so frightened that they knelt on the sea.

"Who else wants the Kunpeng Technique?"

Ye Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly deep within everyone's soul.

"Come on up."

The wind howled, and the waves gently lapped.

No one dared to answer, no one dared to move.

Faced with this absolutely invincible power, all greed was crushed by fear.

"Let's go."

Ye Xuan said calmly.

The ghost ship cut through the blood-stained waves, hoisted its black sails, and sailed away amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd.

All that's left is a despairing, invincible silhouette.

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