That was one of the top ten young elites of the ancient royal clans! After centuries, his cultivation had surged to the late-stage of the Dunyi Realm, with the path to becoming a Supreme within reach!
Yet he was still slain, shocking every being present.
It must be known that the blue-robed man was truly formidable, far surpassing the likes of the deceased Martial Heavenly King. Yet, even such a terrifying prodigy was swiftly executed.
The cultivators on the scene all paled in fright, for the blue-robed man had perished too quickly—even faster than when Shi Hao had slain the Martial Heavenly King and others before the Imperial Pass.
This only proved one thing: the speed of Shi Hao’s cultivation progress was utterly terrifying!
His combat power had leaped forward in the shortest time possible, making even the reappearance of the top ten royal clan elites from centuries ago unable to stand against him!
A peerless figure!
Those words surfaced in the minds of many beings. No matter how much they hated Shi Hao, they had to admit that this young powerhouse was transcendent, a heaven-defying genius.
Given time, if he continued growing like this, he might become invincible under the heavens!
Shi Hao’s dharma body shrank back to normal height. After stomping that human slave to death, he had already arrived at the mountaintop, gazing ahead.
“This… he’s truly a living ancestor!” muttered the gray-robed man who had been following him, sweat pouring down his face. He felt that Shi Hao was far too adept at stirring trouble.
In such a short time since arriving at Enlightenment Mountain, he had first crushed a son-in-law of the Scarlet King’s lineage underfoot, and now he had torn apart one of the top ten young elites of the past. Too ruthless!
Without a doubt, this was bound to cause an uproar!
The gray-robed man hurriedly sent out a message, reporting upwards. It would be best if the Immortals knew—otherwise, he truly feared Shi Hao might stir even greater trouble.
The gray-robed man knew his limits. He understood he was no match for Shi Hao and had no means to stop him.
“Is this a case of ‘smashing the pot after breaking it’?” he wondered. Did Shi Hao feel his life was already short and thus deliberately came here to wreak havoc?
“Heh, amusing. A mere captive from the Imperial Pass dares to cause a ruckus here, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!” someone atop the mountain sneered coldly.
Shi Hao frowned. He sensed that this being was extremely powerful—likely a half-step Supreme.
Yet, instead of fear, his heart burned with eagerness. He yearned for a clash, to test whether he could truly contend against such a foe!
This time, after undergoing transformation in the Gu Clan’s Yin-Yang Furnace, he had gained immense benefits. His body brimmed with power, and he longed for a great battle against a formidable opponent.
The mountaintop was lush with grass, each blade no taller than three inches, sparkling like emeralds, radiant and translucent, exuding a rich essence of heaven and earth.
Many beings sat cross-legged on the ground, relaxed. Only those with status and strength could sit here—members of the great royal clans and even the imperial clans!
For only the strong could reach the summit of Enlightenment Mountain and claim a seat.
The one who had spoken did not reveal himself, nor did he come to intercept Shi Hao. After his cold remark, silence fell once more.
The mountaintop was vast, the grass emitting a soft glow. The royal clans were spread out, seated with ample distance between them to avoid conflict.
Shi Hao no longer paid them any mind, nor did he seek out the owner of the earlier voice. Instead, he turned his gaze directly to the very center of the mountaintop.
A faint fragrance wafted from there, accompanied by radiant light.
Guarding that spot were powerful cultivators, holding secret treasures to prevent any mishaps.
When Shi Hao activated his Heavenly Eye, piercing through the light veil, he saw the immortal herb!
An ancient tree stood rooted there, its trunk thick and bark cracked like dragon scales, splayed open. The tree was ancient beyond reckoning.
But what was most peculiar were not its branches or trunk—but its leaves. Each leaf shimmered brilliantly, emitting light like falling star rivers twining around the boughs.
Those were the most precious leaves of the Enlightenment Tea Tree, invaluable beyond measure!
Brewed into tea and sipped slowly, they could induce sudden enlightenment, allowing one to grasp the mysteries of the Great Dao.
Every time the tea leaves ripened, it was destined to be a grand occasion!
Shi Hao was astonished, his expression shifting. The leaves of the Enlightenment Tea Tree were extraordinary—no two were alike in shape, each unique and dazzling in color.
The fragrance came from the leaves, and merely inhaling it made one’s body feel lighter, their spirit relaxed, as if on the verge of enlightenment.
A gentle breeze stirred, and the entire tree shimmered, its leaves rustling—a sign that the tea leaves had ripened and were ready for harvest!
Yet, at this moment, the gazes of others were not fixed on the immortal tree but on Shi Hao.
Seeing him so composed, arriving at the summit and still acting as if no one else was present, calmly observing the Enlightenment Tea Tree, some powerhouses snorted coldly.
Particularly, several icy glares—sharp as lightning—streaked through the void, distorting space as they shot toward Shi Hao!
Those were the gazes of a few elites, so fierce that ordinary cultivators would likely be torn apart under such scrutiny!
Boom!
Those gazes struck, piercing through the void—an outright attack against Shi Hao.
Everyone’s hearts trembled. Gazes capable of splitting the void—these were undoubtedly supreme experts, extraordinary figures!
Yet, when those gazes neared Shi Hao’s body, they proved utterly ineffective. He stood there calmly, his flesh peerless, impervious to harm.
His body glowed faintly, anchoring the space around him. No external force could breach his form.
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed as he swept his gaze over the beings seated on the grassy field.
His expression was cold. Those who had shot those sharp gazes were indeed no ordinary figures—likely prodigies from centuries past, like the blue-robed cultivator.
But he feared none of them!
This was indeed a grand gathering. Here, he saw many members of the royal clans, each exuding vast blood energy—clearly extraordinary experts.
Most importantly, they all appeared young. Whether decades or centuries old, they were still of the younger generation, all possessing immense potential. How far they might grow in the future was impossible to predict.
What surprised Shi Hao most was that some were even stronger than the blue-robed cultivator he had slain—and younger!
Soon, he understood why. Each clan had its young elites, but many had been in seclusion, only recently emerging from their ancestral lands.
Moreover, some had always kept a low profile, never chasing empty fame!
Among them were a few extremely young beings, likely of extraordinary origins! Their combat power was astonishing—Shi Hao estimated they might nearly rival He Ziming, who was the top young elite of the royal clans, not inferior to the imperial clans!
In short, there were few white-haired elders here—most were young cultivators.
Soon, Shi Hao spotted Yu Yu, Qing Kun, Wu Kun, and other imperial clan members—they had come too!
But what truly surprised him was Chi Menghong’s presence. Seated motionless on the grass, with several terrifying battle servants behind him, he had remained silent and unresponsive.
This puzzled Shi Hao. Chi Menghong was here all along, yet he hadn’t uttered a word or made any move.
After all, Shi Hao had killed that so-called son-in-law—Chi Menghong’s brother-in-law!
He had assumed Chi Menghong hadn’t arrived yet or was absent today. Yet, the man had been seated atop the mountain all along.
Why hadn’t he tried to save his brother-in-law? Why had he remained silent until now?
“I’ve always wanted to kill you, but was constantly stopped—by those imperial clan Supremes. Now, it seems I have ample reason. Today, I shall end you!”
Chi Menghong spoke, his voice icy.
His hostility toward Shi Hao was undisguised. From their first meeting, Shi Hao had sensed it—this man truly wished him dead.
Now that they faced each other, would Chi Menghong truly engage him in battle?
“You’re quite composed, watching your brother-in-law die without lifting a finger. How cruel,” Shi Hao sneered.
“He couldn’t last ten moves against you. Such trash is unworthy of marrying into my Scarlet King’s lineage!” Chi Menghong said coldly.
All eyes were fixed on them, sensing an imminent clash between an imperial clan member and Shi Hao.
Some powerhouses believed Chi Menghong would act, though he likely wouldn’t dare defy the Immortals’ decree to slaughter Shi Hao. Still, a fierce battle was inevitable.
The Scarlet King’s lineage was known for its ruthlessness—their attacks were merciless, their aura of slaughter innate.
In the past, the Scarlet King had slaughtered countless powerhouses, even refining a True Immortal King into bloody sludge in his furnace. He was known as the most vicious of the Immortal Kings!
His descendants carried his legacy.
“Imperial clan… Pity. You’re Chi Menghong, right? Later, focus on saving your own life,” Shi Hao said. Since the other’s hostility was so blatant, there was no need for him to hold back.
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