Targeting Huang!
This is an obvious matter!
On the golden path that appeared on the stone star, over a dozen figures stood shoulder to shoulder, shouting at Shi Hao as if he were a mere foot soldier, casually reprimanding him.
Meanwhile, figures like the so-called “Little Heavenly King” were nowhere to be seen, still remaining within the stone star—perhaps too proud to lower themselves, or perhaps simply indifferent.
The atmosphere was oppressive, even tense. The current Huang was no ordinary man—he had long since proven his extraordinary nature. Yet now, he was being coldly berated, dismissed as insignificant.
“Huang! Can you hear us? Come forth and accept your punishment! Do you truly expect us to drag you out ourselves? Hand over the Azure Armor at once!”
High in the sky, over a dozen figures glowed with an ethereal radiance, each exuding an imposing aura, their bodies wreathed in immortal energy.
Shi Hao remained expressionless, standing in silence.
Qing Yi approached and stood beside him, deeply concerned. The experts from the Immortal Academy had arrived with overwhelming momentum—there was no way this would end peacefully. A fierce battle was inevitable, and Shi Hao now stood alone.
Cao Yusheng, Gu Jianyun, the Witch, and others who had chosen the Path of the Present—much like those who had entered the Boundary Tomb to cultivate the Ancient Path—were still out seeking opportunities and had yet to return.
Within the Heavenly Deity Academy, Shi Hao had few allies left. Most of his old companions had chosen the Path of the Present.
Silently, Mo Dao stepped forward. A powerhouse from the foreign realm whom Shi Hao had subdued, he had cultivated three strands of immortal energy and had remained loyal to his oath, never betraying Shi Hao. Now, he stood by his side.
The crowd was astonished. At this moment, Shi Hao was undoubtedly mired in trouble—who would dare stand with him? It was well known that this would affect their chances of entering the Immortal Academy.
Allying with Shi Hao now would inevitably offend the disciples of the academy, placing them on the opposing side. Any hopes of joining would be dashed.
High above, the Immortal Academy disciples had long since recognized Shi Hao.
“Truly, some people lack awareness, respect, and a clear mind. By standing with him, do you no longer wish to join the Immortal Academy?!” A woman’s sharp voice rang out from midair. She had long silver hair and delicate features.
“You two are fools. Standing with him and still dreaming of entering the academy? Abandon such hopes now—your qualifications are revoked!” A man’s voice followed, his purple hair cascading over his shoulders, his aura extraordinary.
They were blunt, offering no face, their words naked and unadorned.
Shi Hao’s expression darkened. These people were far too arrogant—did they truly believe they were the academy’s ancient monsters, capable of dictating others’ fates with a single word?
“You overestimate your importance,” Shi Hao finally spoke, his tone calm as he regarded them.
His words were few, yet they carried an unshakable confidence—quiet, composed, yet laced with an icy edge. He did not take their threats seriously.
“Huang, are you challenging our authority? Refusing to admit your faults, refusing to accept punishment—do you dare resist?” The silver-haired woman sneered.
“What authority? What worth do you hold? Asking me to admit faults and accept punishment—ridiculous!” Shi Hao replied coldly. Though he did not shout or curse, his words sent a jolt through the crowd, radiating defiance and dominance.
Rebuked so bluntly, the silver-haired woman flushed with anger. “You have no regard for your life!”
“One must possess a heart of reverence!” the purple-haired man beside her added.
“You will never enter the Immortal Academy!” the silver-haired woman declared, glaring at Shi Hao, Qing Yi, and Mo Dao.
“Laughable. Are you the rulers of the academy? Do you truly believe you can decide everything, control the fates of all prospective disciples? Arrogant fools!” Shi Hao retorted.
The onlookers trembled inwardly. Huang truly feared nothing—he met them head-on without retreating an inch.
Silence fell. No one wished to provoke the academy’s key disciples, lest they complicate matters for themselves.
“We will enter, and you cannot stop us,” Qing Yi stated.
Light laughter echoed from the sky—not just from the man and woman, but from the others as well. They were brazen, dismissing Qing Yi’s words outright.
Many students of the Heavenly Deity Academy realized that these individuals must hold extraordinary status—likely the closed-door disciples of ancient monsters. Their words might indeed carry weight in the selection process.
Shi Hao remained coldly silent.
“What, you refuse to submit?!” The silver-haired woman in midair chuckled, casually smoothing her hair. “Your defiance means nothing. Humiliating our academy’s disciples and coveting treasures beyond your station—the gates of the Immortal Academy will never open for you!”
She was beautiful, her silver hair gleaming, her phoenix eyes upturned—yet her haughty demeanor made her unapproachable.
“Your silence now—have you heard our words? Come forth and apologize!” the purple-haired man roared, his imposing figure radiating pressure.
The Heavenly Deity Academy fell into utter silence. Below, countless disciples watched the unfolding events, certain that Shi Hao was about to suffer greatly.
No matter how he responded, the situation was dire.
If he yielded now, how could he ever hold his head high again? Yet if he continued to oppose them, how could he ever enter the academy? He would only alienate his future sect before even stepping foot inside.
“What, have you nothing left to say?” The silver-haired woman smirked, her earlier anger replaced by smug satisfaction at Shi Hao’s silence.
“Not worth my time,” Shi Hao said, turning to leave.
“You—!” The silver-haired woman seethed. His dismissive attitude infuriated her—no loud rebukes, just sheer audacity, as if they were beneath his notice.
Shi Hao truly had no interest in further words. If they wished to fight, he would oblige.
“Huang! Get up here now!” the purple-haired man bellowed, feeling equally insulted. His roar shook the heavens.
Below, no one dared speak. Everyone knew conflict was inevitable—with Huang’s temperament, he would never tolerate such humiliation.
“All you do is bark. If you seek death, come at me!” Shi Hao whirled around, his voice icy, his gaze frigid. Killing intent surged.
The word “bark” made those above pale—it was a term used for animals. Huang had just openly insulted them!
“Seize him!” the purple-haired man commanded. The golden path beneath them extended downward as he launched his attack.
Originally, the golden path had been resplendent, as if bridging the immortal realm to the mortal world.
But now, it brimmed with killing intent. The dozen figures above wielded treasures—some held precious vases, others demon-subduing pestles, and some brandished god-slaying umbrellas—all descending to suppress Shi Hao.
The crowd gasped. These figures radiated divine majesty, like celestial beings descending, their auras untouchable, their spirits resonating and growing stronger.
At the forefront were the man and woman. The purple-haired man swung his demon-subduing pestle, unleashing a torrent of violet light that shattered the void, divine echoes reverberating.
The silver-haired woman, though beautiful, now wore a chilling expression. Her precious vase spewed silver radiance, hurtling toward Shi Hao.
This was a coordinated assault, a joint suppression!
“The Vajra Demon-Subduing Formation!” someone exclaimed, recognizing the ancient array. A shiver ran through the crowd—the Immortal Academy was indeed formidable, deploying such a renowned formation from the outset.
“No wonder they dare act so arrogantly,” Shi Hao murmured. These people were indeed skilled—their combined assault could overwhelm even the elite of the younger generation.
Yet he was unperturbed. Having spent much time with the Divine Striking Stone, he had some understanding of such formations. Coupled with his unmatched combat prowess, he had no fear.
Still, breaking the formation would require significant effort, given their formidable cultivation.
But Shi Hao had no intention of dragging this out—victory alone would not suffice. He needed to instill fear.
**Boom!**
In an instant, Shi Hao’s aura erupted like a true dragon awakening from the abyss!
His blood energy surged like a vast ocean as he unleashed his innate supreme techniques—Heavenly Dao, Samsara, and the yet-unperfected third technique—all merging into one!
He rarely employed all three of his supreme arts, but now he activated them without hesitation.
Three supreme divine abilities in one person—like the Dao begetting one, one begetting two, two begetting three, and three begetting all things. The three forces merged, evolving into an unstoppable might.
**Rumble!**
The heavens and earth trembled, the wilderness blurred, and the very fabric of reality seemed on the verge of collapse.
This was a technique fit for a life-or-death duel among the supreme geniuses of the younger generation—a decisive strike to determine victory or defeat in an instant.
Shi Hao did not falter. Amid the radiant mist, his three supreme techniques shattered the Vajra Demon-Subduing Formation, sending the attackers reeling, blood spilling from their lips.
“Ah—!”
Someone screamed, sent flying.
Simultaneously, the golden path trembled, on the verge of disintegration.
**Bang!**
Shi Hao shot upward, seizing the man and woman in his grasp before vanishing in a blur, reappearing on the ground.
Above, divine power raged, spatial rifts spreading—yet below, calm swiftly returned.
“Is this the authority you spoke of?” Shi Hao asked coldly. With a thud, he tossed the purple-haired man to the ground and raised his foot toward his face.
“You—no!” the man shrieked. To be humiliated like this before so many was worse than death.
“Quiet!” Shi Hao barked, stomping down hard. The man’s once-handsome face twisted, his nose bridge collapsing, teeth shattering.
“You—you can’t do this to us!” the silver-haired woman in his grip screeched.
“Can’t I?” Shi Hao shot her a frigid glance before swinging his other hand.
**Slap!**
A crisp sound rang out. The woman’s face swelled, bones cracking as she was sent flying, crashing to the ground with blood gushing from her mouth and nose.
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