What’s going on? Wang Wu was sent flying by a mere cup of wine—this scene was so surreal it left everyone dumbstruck, utterly shocked and bewildered!
Wang Wu was a powerhouse, having cultivated for countless years, and was considered one of the few supreme experts beneath the Sovereign realm in this era. Yet, he had suffered such a blow.
No, calling it a “blow” would be an understatement—it was far too dismissive. The person who struck had acted with casual indifference, merely flicking a cup of wine, yet it sent Wang Wu hurtling through the air.
Who was this person? From the voice, they sounded young!
Everyone turned at once, searching for the speaker, their gazes locking onto a particular direction, eager to learn his identity.
There, seated, was a figure brimming with vibrant life force—undoubtedly young, for such vitality could never belong to an aged cultivator. Yet, despite his presence, there was an elusive quality about him, as though his true form was difficult to grasp.
Behind a jade table, a figure sat like an immortal mountain shrouded in mist, serene and untouchable. He poured himself wine in silence, lost in thought.
Wang Wu finally managed to stabilize himself, landing on the ground, though he still staggered back several steps.
The sheer force of that impact was staggering—a single cup of wine had sent him flying through the air. It was terrifying.
“Who… who are you?!” Wang Wu’s expression darkened. Anyone capable of repelling him so effortlessly was undoubtedly a monstrous existence. Wang Changsheng could do it with ease, and so could Wang Jiu—both were a cut above him.
The man ignored him, holding his wine cup as if lost in thought, completely disregarding Wang Wu’s presence.
“What do you want?” Wang Wu demanded again, his heart burning with fury. To be looked down upon like this—he gritted his teeth in silent rage.
“I simply dislike your arrogance,” the man replied calmly, as if snapping out of his reverie.
“You’re overstepping!” Wang Wu growled, glaring at Shi Hao before sweeping his gaze over the Lunar Grace Goddess and the others.
“If your father were the one saying that to me, it might not be so presumptuous. But you? How dare you act so insolent?” The young man arched an eyebrow, his tone mocking.
The onlookers were stunned. Who was this person, so powerful that he could openly scorn Wang Wu? Just how formidable was his cultivation?
Wang Wu’s face twisted in anger. This man was even more arrogant than he was, treating him with outright disdain, speaking as if lecturing a junior.
That man was, of course, Shi Hao. He had seen everything clearly—how Wang Wu had tried to force the Lunar Grace Goddess to leave with him. Naturally, he couldn’t stand idly by and had decided to teach him a lesson.
In truth, ever since arriving here, Shi Hao had no intention of letting certain individuals off lightly.
“Friend, the Lunar Grace Goddess is someone my father personally ordered to be brought back,” Wang Wu said, taking a deep breath and speaking with utmost gravity.
He believed the man before him couldn’t be much older, even if his cultivation surpassed his own. Thus, he refrained from addressing him as “senior,” opting instead for “friend.”
At the same time, he invoked Wang Changsheng’s name—a warning to Shi Hao not to interfere.
“You don’t seem to understand. I simply despise your actions. Invoking your father changes nothing,” Shi Hao said coldly.
Everyone was stunned. This man was too domineering, showing no respect for Wang Wu and bluntly mocking him.
“Friend, you go too far!” Wang Wu snapped, his expression icy. As the fifth son of Wang Changsheng, he was accustomed to dominance and rarely encountered such defiance.
“You’re not qualified to call me ‘friend,’ and you clearly don’t grasp your own predicament. A mere fifth worm dares to posture before me?” Shi Hao said, sipping from his jade cup.
The crowd trembled in fear. Who was this man, to so brazenly belittle the Fifth Dragon of the Wang Clan? He treated Wang Wu like a junior, scolding him without hesitation.
Wang Wu seethed with rage. Had he known this was Shi Hao, he might have spat blood in fury. The same junior he once looked down upon was now reprimanding him as an equal to his own father.
“Fellow Daoist, your interference is excessive!” Wang Wu fumed.
“A mere junior, daring to defy me repeatedly, even trying to intimidate me with your father?” Shi Hao cast him a sidelong glance.
In an instant, Wang Wu’s face flushed red with humiliation. He was being belittled, treated as insignificant.
Yet, why did he sense such youthful vitality from this man? He should be a young cultivator.
But this person was “playing the elder,” acting as though he truly was a senior.
“May I ask how many years you’ve cultivated, Senior, and when you achieved the Dao?” Wang Wu asked.
“A few decades, perhaps. What, still not convinced?” Shi Hao replied with a cold smirk.
Decades? With such power? Wang Wu felt mocked.
Others chuckled, delighted to see Wang Wu humiliated. Chang Gongyan, Tuo Gu Yulong, Tianjiao Ant—all were thrilled by this mysterious cultivator’s timely appearance.
“You go too far!” Wang Wu roared, forming hand seals. Unwilling to accept this, he wanted to test whether this man had truly stepped into the Sovereign realm.
Or was he merely a Quasi-Sovereign?
“Youngster, you dare challenge me?” Shi Hao laughed.
He rose, and beneath his feet, a golden path unfurled, radiant and sacred, stretching toward Wang Wu.
On either side of the path, divine lotuses bloomed, their leaves rustling with the resonance of the Great Dao.
The crowd gasped. The Great Dao lay beneath his feet—this man had likely truly achieved the Dao!
Wang Wu struck, weaving seals and unleashing a treasure technique. Yet, when his runes surged forward, they disintegrated before Shi Hao.
The golden path annihilated all techniques—Shi Hao was impervious to all methods!
**Bang!**
In an instant, Shi Hao backhanded Wang Wu, sending him flying with a mouthful of blood. The spectators shuddered.
“You, a grown man, dare to bully a young girl, forcibly taking the Lunar Grace Goddess? Have you no shame?” Shi Hao demanded.
At the same time, he revealed his true face to Wang Wu, letting him see exactly who stood before him.
“You—!” Wang Wu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
**Slap!**
Another strike silenced him, his face cracking as he failed to evade.
**Pfft!**
Wang Wu spat blood—not just from injury, but from sheer rage. His entire body trembled, his eyes nearly splitting from fury.
Who was this? That same youth from back then—not only had his cultivation not been crippled, but he had reached such heights, likely stepping into the Sovereign realm. It was terrifying.
The humiliation was unbearable. A junior he once regarded as an insect was now looking down on him as an elder.
The reversal was too cruel. Back then, Shi Hao had been nothing in their eyes—had Meng Tianzheng not intervened, they would have crushed him like an ant.
But now, the tables had turned. That same junior now stood above him, treating him with contempt.
“You—!” Wang Wu tried to speak again, gathering his divine sense.
**Bang!**
Another slap sent him flying, blood and teeth spraying. All his gathered power was suppressed.
His eyes nearly burst from fury, but he was helpless. He had secret formations inscribed within his body, capable of unleashing unparalleled power.
But now, they were useless. The man treading the golden path had already countered him completely—he couldn’t fight back.
Shi Hao had studied Wang Da’s formations and knew how to suppress the Nine Dragons. Now, it was even easier.
**Bang!**
Wang Wu was sent flying again, but this time, Shi Hao didn’t allow him to shout or rage. A massive hand seized him, crushing his bones with sickening cracks.
Finally, Shi Hao sealed him inside an alchemy furnace.
Silence reigned over Mount Xumi. Everyone was stunned—Wang Wu had just been captured!
“Since I’ve made a move, I might as well go all the way,” Shi Hao murmured.
His gaze locked onto the scion of the Feng Clan. Without hesitation, he reached out, crushing him into a mist of blood.
Not only did the Feng Clan have past grievances with Shi Hao, but they had also attempted to trade the Rotten Wooden Box to the Dark creatures—reason enough for Shi Hao to kill.
Next, he turned to Jin Zhan. Having just dealt with the Jin Clan’s matriarch, he had no qualms about eliminating their heir.
Jin Tai Jun had secretly colluded with the Dark creatures—Shi Hao felt no remorse in killing them.
“You—!” Jin Zhan’s eyes bulged in horror as he recognized Shi Hao’s face. How was this possible? He had survived the Immortal-Severing Curse and become a Sovereign?
“Wait—I have something to say!” Jin Zhan cried, unwilling to die without answers. How had Shi Hao overcome the curse and advanced so far?
**Pfft!**
A sword beam decapitated Jin Zhan, though his soul wasn’t immediately destroyed.
Shi Hao then turned his gaze to Wang Shi and the others of the Wang Clan.
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