Chapter 1788: The Disgruntled War General

“What the hell are you screaming about? Shut up, or I’ll beat you again!” Shi Hao scolded.

The battle general was on the verge of madness. Being smacked out of nowhere with a shoe sole was the greatest misfortune and humiliation of his life—something he had never even imagined possible.

He had never heard of anyone in the heat of battle taking off their shoe and slapping their opponent across the face, nose, and eyes. It was just too… damn savage! And utterly shameless!

This was the first time in his life he had experienced such a thing. He trembled with rage, his mouth and nostrils spewing white mist tinged with flames, utterly overwhelmed by the indignity.

What was even more infuriating was that the perpetrator was completely unreasonable—like some reckless, brainless brute who just started swinging without a word.

He had never encountered such a detestable opponent, one with no sense of decorum, who would take off his shoe mid-battle and slap him across the face. It was an experience he never wanted to remember for the rest of his life.

“Get the hell away from me!” the general roared.

Summoning all his strength, his body radiated light as he unleashed an ancient divine technique. One treasure spell after another erupted, surging toward Shi Hao like a tidal wave.

The general was truly enraged now, resorting to a powerful ancient art to fight Shi Hao with everything he had.

Yet, to his shock and dismay, the young demonic ape showed no fear. His body also began to glow, releasing six beams of light that shattered the general’s technique effortlessly.

Clearly, this was another ancient divine art—one far superior to his own, striking with overwhelming force, impossible to resist!

“You little brat, still not convinced, huh?”

The youth’s words nearly drove the old general insane. Not only was this kid impossible to reason with, but his words were also infuriating. How old was he, to be called a “little brat”? This was beyond insulting—it was downright unprecedented!

What made it worse was that the youth spoke with complete sincerity, as if this was just how he normally talked. There was no mockery, no jest—just pure, casual arrogance.

This natural, matter-of-fact attitude only fueled the general’s fury. Faced with such a reckless, shameless youth, he felt like crying. He was utterly defeated, not in battle, but in spirit.

Then, the general saw a bare foot descending toward his face—no shoe, just skin—and he couldn’t even dodge.

“Ah—!” He let out a scream—not from pain (it didn’t even hurt much), but from sheer humiliation.

That foot, pressing against his face, seemed to carry a faint odor. For someone of his status, who likely had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, this was worse than death.

“What are you screaming for?” Shi Hao snapped, annoyed by the general’s incessant noise. He didn’t even consider his own actions—who wouldn’t scream in such a situation?

*Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!*

He lifted his bare foot and stomped on the general’s face repeatedly, putting all his strength into it. By the end, he felt thoroughly refreshed.

Beneath his foot, the general lay sprawled out, his face livid, eyes sharp as daggers, teeth clenched in hatred, hair standing on end.

“What’s with the twitching mouth? Spitting foam—does it hurt, or do you just hate the smell of my foot?” Shi Hao looked down, displeased.

The general, who had been nearly lifeless, was now so enraged he nearly exploded. He struggled to sit up, utterly provoked beyond endurance.

“Long’er, did I accidentally step in your dragon dung? Is that why this general’s about to pass out from the stench?” Shi Hao turned to ask his disciple.

The crimson dragon was furious. This shameless master of his was beyond disgraceful, making it sound like he just left dragon dung lying around everywhere!

“Master, you ran through the Bloody Swamp earlier. That mud on your foot is from rotting corpses and bones…” Ge Gu said through gritted teeth.

Before he could finish, the general vomited. Not only had he been stomped on by a filthy foot, but now there were other disgusting things involved?

“What’s your problem?” Shi Hao kicked him twice before stopping.

Then, he turned to the crimson dragon. “Long’er, recite the decree. Tell this mortal what his master commands.”

The dragon was beyond reluctant. This ridiculous master of his was putting on way too much of a show. Was he seriously going to issue a “decree” like some emperor?

As for the general, he was dumbfounded. Shouldn’t *he* be the one reading the decree?

“You’ve got it wrong. The decree is in my possession. Let me up, and you can receive it,” the general said, trying to remind Shi Hao.

“No mistake. That’s *my* decree. Kneel and receive it,” Shi Hao said dismissively.

“*What?!*”

The general was stunned, then furious.

What kind of madness was this? He had come to deliver a decree, only to be beaten senseless by this savage from the lower realm. And now, the tables had turned—*he* was being ordered to kneel and receive a decree from *them*?

The general gnashed his teeth. Everything was upside down. *He* was supposed to be the one reading the decree, and *they* were supposed to receive it!

“I’ve had enough!” he roared.

“Hurry up, accept the decree! Long’er, recite it!” Shi Hao urged.

The general’s face turned completely green. This was the worst day of his life—a pitch-black disaster crashing down on him. He felt like the sky itself had darkened!

“By the Mandate of Heaven, the Demon Ape decrees…” the dragon began.

But Shi Hao smacked him mid-sentence, criticizing the decree for being too weak and refined. Still, he let the dragon continue.

Never before had the general felt such a collapse of his beliefs. Forced to accept a decree, with someone even pressing his head down to make him comply.

“Remember this. Go back and tell that fool in the Immortal Domain not to bother me again. If he pisses me off, I’ll skin him alive!” Shi Hao declared.

“You know who issued the decree?” the general gasped.

“Wasn’t it that so-called ‘Young Master’ hiding behind someone else’s name? I’ve already killed three of his lackeys. If he’s got the guts, let him come himself. I’ll slap him dead and see if he dares challenge me again,” Shi Hao said.

The general was speechless.

The dragon finished reciting the decree and shoved it into the general’s hands, forcing him to kowtow in gratitude.

Meanwhile, Shi Hao reached into the general’s robes and pulled out the original decree. It was written in the Young Master’s tone, demanding the release of Yi Hai, Xu Hui, and Yi Luo—or else face dire consequences.

“He dares threaten me?” Shi Hao crumpled the decree into a ball, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

“And he wants *me* to kneel for *his* decree?” Shi Hao sneered. The Young Master’s arrogance knew no bounds.

Earlier, he hadn’t been sure who was behind this. Now, confirmed, he had no patience left.

With a *bang*, Shi Hao kicked the general flying.

“With skills as weak as yours, you dare challenge me? Go back and tell your master—he’s digging his own grave!”

*BOOM!*

Suddenly, the general erupted. Leaping up, he unleashed every technique he had, pushing his ancient divine art to its absolute limit.

He refused to accept this humiliation. His cultivation was profound, his strength immense—how could he be bullied like this?

Shi Hao clashed with him, testing his own Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art.

However, instead of using his six strongest secret techniques, he substituted them with the Suan Ni Treasure Technique and the Luan Clan’s secret arts.

After a fierce exchange, the general was defeated once more, sent flying with blood spraying from his mouth. A chill ran through his heart—this opponent was simply unbeatable.

“Too easy. Can’t even take a beating!” Shi Hao said narcissistically, stepping on the general again.

In the distance, Bird Grandpa and Essence Wall Grandpa watched the whole scene, exchanging glances in silent disbelief.

“Weren’t you supposed to be testing your sword?”

“I *did* test it,” Shi Hao replied.

This was a same-realm battle—the general wasn’t even at his true cultivation level. Could this really be called a proper duel? The two old men were speechless.

“Come on, let’s test some more!” Shi Hao said shamelessly, attacking again.

The general’s armor shattered, his body severely wounded as he collapsed, unable to move.

“Pathetic. Weak as a chick. Am I really just… invincible now?” Shi Hao mused narcissistically.

Nearby, the crimson dragon rolled his eyes, thinking, *If you’re so tough, go fight a peak Supreme Being!*

“You… why don’t you just die?!” the general raged, driven to madness.

He had come from the Immortal Domain, bearing a decree, expecting reverence. Instead, he’d been brutally beaten and forced to accept a counter-decree. The injustice was unbearable!