# Chapter 1558: Complete Victory
Shen Ming's face was covered with black lines, listening to the little fatty's nonsense, yet unable to refute a single word. After all, how could he argue with a child who looked only two or three years old?
"I'll stomp your lungs out!"
"Kid, when you go home, even your mom won't recognize you, she'll call you a fat pig head!"
"Fighting me? Even if the Heavenly King himself came, it wouldn't work. A little brat like you wants to contend with this great one? You're off by a hundred thousand miles!"
The little fatty kept chattering while suppressing his opponent, muttering nonstop, putting on an old and experienced air, completely ignoring how tiny he himself was.
Everyone was utterly speechless. What was supposed to be a dragon-and-tiger struggle that might have provoked ancient supremes from the seven Forbidden Zones of Life had instead evolved to this point.
Many wanted to laugh. This little fatty was too much of a troll. He was only the size of a bean, yet where did he learn all these words and habits? It was truly hard to hold back laughter.
"I stomp your lungs, I hit your stomach, I'll give you two more slaps." Although the little fatty was inside the Immortal Source, he had plenty of tricks, never repeating himself.
"What? Still not convinced? Young people sure have hard mouths. Watch how I, this old man, deal with you until you're obedient." The divine child shouted excitedly, using all the methods Li Tian, Black Emperor, and Ye Fan had used against him, enjoying himself endlessly, happy beyond measure.
After being suppressed for so many years, he had finally found a punching bag, and one he could squeeze however he wanted. He was beating him with all his might, so happy he was jumping for joy.
"Brat, keep talking tough, keep refusing to admit defeat. I'll beat you until you sing surrender the moment you see me!"
Hearing the divine child's increasingly arrogant voice, Shen Ming's expression grew worse and worse. This was happening right in front of him, the father, as someone beat his child, so recklessly and arrogantly. This was truly a first in his life.
"I stomp, stomp you into a pig head!" The little fatty struggled inside the Immortal Source, bumping against Ming Ren's face, immediately bruising and swelling it, as if he had been hugged by a bear.
Shen Ming still endured, not saying a word, quietly watching his son get beaten. He regarded it as a form of tempering. Ming Ren had been too smooth since birth; he felt some setbacks in childhood would be good.
"Little thing, are you convinced or not? If not, I'll beat you until even your dad can't recognize you, and even your grandpa won't dare claim you." The little fatty said arrogantly.
"Little bean, I'm not convinced!" Ming Ren was already frantic. What kind of status did he have? The descendant of a supreme being, never having suffered such oppression. He was almost fainting from rage.
"Bang!" "Bang!"...
Another round of beating, and Shen Ming still endured, not a word. But in his heart, it was truly unpleasant. The grandson of a supreme being bullied like this—if not unprecedented, it was close.
"You're too pathetic, can't take a beating. Looks like you won't last much longer, right?" The little fatty said enthusiastically and hopefully: "How about you take me as your master? I'm definitely stronger than your dad."
Damn it! How was he talking? Shen Ming's face grew even darker. He was a bit unable to hold back, but... he still endured!
"Bean, you dead fatty, I'm not done with you! Till death, no peace!" Ming Ren shouted angrily, but he was pressed to the ground, unable to move an inch.
"Kid, you're too clueless. I gave you a chance, but you don't appreciate it. If you don't take me as your master, I'll destroy you!" The divine child threatened viciously. Unfortunately, he was too small, lacking that imposing aura, but he still shouted: "Join my sect, and in the future, forget about dealing with your dad—even knocking your grandpa flat would be no problem." The little fatty got so excited that he started spraying spittle.
Shen Ming's face could now be described as black as the bottom of a pot. Earlier, he thought his son was outstanding among the descendants of supremes, rare in the world, yet here he was being so thoroughly ravaged.
What's more, this little fatty was so arrogant. While beating his son, he also insulted him, the father. Even more infuriating, he dragged in Shen Ming's own father as well.
This was really suffocating, yet there was no way to vent his anger. The kid was too small. If he were an adult, Shen Ming would have already slapped him into a pulp.
Shen Ming had never felt so humiliated in his life. He was such a proud person, believing himself invincible among his generation, yet he had never expected such an awkward situation—being forced to watch someone beat his son right in front of him.
"Good, not in vain for me to train you. Finally, some improvement." In the distance, that big black dog appeared again, immediately offering such encouraging words.
The little fatty didn't bother with Black Emperor, still resentful about being bullied by him before, but he couldn't suppress his excitement now, still having fun, continuing his grand mission of flattening people.
"Enough! Ming Ren has lost this battle!" Shen Ming couldn't endure any longer. He felt that rather than tempering his son's character, this was challenging his own patience. This little fatty had no filter. If this continued, he would not only curse at father and son but also show great disrespect to his supreme father. The consequences would be severe. A supreme being could not be insulted, not even by a child.
When he reached out and pulled Ming Ren back, the boy immediately fainted—completely from rage. There were restrictions on his body; generally, no one could harm him, but this shame and anger had suffocated him.
Everyone exchanged glances. Although they had enjoyed watching, the shock in their hearts was still very strong, especially now that they calmed down and thought more carefully, the more terrifying it seemed.
That was the descendant of a supreme being, so easily suppressed, not even a match. What was the origin of this little fatty? Too terrifying.
At this point, many naturally recognized the Immortal Source, and the news spread, becoming known to all. People were even more shaken. This was a heaven-defying immortal object; even in the Forbidden Zones, it couldn't be unearthed in large quantities.
An Mo fell silent, thinking of ancient supremes. This child must be the descendant of such beings; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be so abnormal, beyond all reason.
Born a sage—this existed in theory, but if such a person truly existed, it was too horrifying.
"So, do you admit defeat? Then slap your own mouth first, then apologize." Black Emperor said arrogantly. This posture left people stunned—he was facing an existence from the Forbidden Zones!
Many suddenly realized that the divine child's earlier performance was inseparable from this big black dog. The style was similar, somewhat alike.
Could it be the offspring of Wu Shi? People thought of this possibility and all felt their hairs stand on end!
"Such a good child, ruined just like that." People sighed. However, when the big black dog bared its teeth, everyone shut up. This dog was too unconventional and fierce.
Shen Ming was expressionless, not admitting defeat. "Wasn't it said there was another child?"
At this point, could there still be a child in the world who could surpass the divine child? Almost no one believed it. Everyone showed strange expressions, thinking he was just putting up a front, and might fly into a rage and start a massacre.
However, Shen Ming's face was very calm. He waved his hand behind him, and the two children there walked forward together. One was particularly special. Besides being wrapped in chaotic energy, there was also the aura of a primordial ferocious beast emanating from him.
Especially when Shen Ming touched his head, the child's aura grew even stronger, as if he had killed millions of beings, terrifying to the heavens.
Ming Ren and the other child were both ignored by people. Eyes were only on him, all gazes gathered there, because he made people feel a creeping dread.
This child was also about six or seven years old, with red lips and white teeth, eyes like gems, a very handsome appearance—a likable little fellow.
People couldn't understand why such a heaven-defying killing intent emanated from him, completely inconsistent with his demeanor and temperament, as if he had two souls.
"This is my elder brother." Shen Ming was very frank, not hiding it. But as soon as these words were spoken, it caused an uproar among the crowd, seeming unbelievable and shocking.
This was a child, how could he become the elder brother of a Great Sage-level imperial son?
"In the past, he experienced a world-shattering great battle, what you humans call the Dark Calamity. He was injured by someone and became like this, no different from a child." Shen Ming stated frankly.
He directly explained that the divine child's origin was strange and could no longer be called a child. Inviting a different child to appear did not violate the agreement.
A true imperial son, who once dominated the world and ruled the land, now appearing in this form—how much divine might remained? Everyone was nervous yet expectant.
Ye Fan waved his hand, pulling the little fatty over, not letting him, who was eager to try, make a move. By instinct, he knew that the special imperial son opposite was not to be trifled with!
Although that person had turned into a child, his origin and such had probably not weakened much, still intact. The divine child might end up at a disadvantage.
"Let him come over. We'll also switch someone on our side." Black Emperor said, standing upright, holding his big paws behind his back, looking proud. But no matter how you looked at it, he was asking for a beating, making people want to beat him up.
This boy named Shen You walked over, his killing intent filling the sky. He looked innocent, his eyes clear, but his aura made many senior figures tremble!
The big black dog invited Little Nannan, letting her step forward.
"Nannan doesn't know how to fight." The little girl was a bit embarrassed, not knowing what to do. Her big eyes blinked as she looked to Ye Fan for help.
Ye Fan smiled. "Go forward. Treat him as a playmate. You don't need to do anything."
Little Nannan stepped forward. She was only two or three years old, like a porcelain doll, her big eyes black and white and distinct. Shen You's terrifying aura had no effect on her at all.
"Attack!" Shen Ming shouted in a low voice.
A cold gleam flashed in Shen You's eyes, as if awakening. His whole body immediately emitted an ocean-like killing aura, as if it would instantly shatter heaven and earth.
However, when he raised his small hand and charged at Little Nannan, he trembled violently, and his eyes showed terror.
At this moment, many people saw that behind Little Nannan was a terrifying scene—countless corpses, an ancient battlefield where emperors and sovereigns seemed to have fallen, and brilliant light of achieving immortality burst forth. She seemed to have slaughtered through the nine heavens and ten lands, unrivaled and alone, spanning through eternity, and then ascended to immortality!