When the members of the Wang Clan were targeted, each of them felt their hairs stand on end, their bodies tensing up as if herbivorous prey suddenly locked onto by a savage beast in the forest. A primal tremor surged through them, overwhelming their very beings.
They all knew—this was a humanoid beast of calamity, a peerless terror!
Earlier, Wang Shi had given off an air of extraordinary presence—gentle as a spring breeze when calm, but the moment a hint of killing intent surfaced, he became a monstrous force.
Yet now, compared to Shi Hao, many felt that his ferocity paled in comparison, almost like a docile domestic animal in contrast.
Too terrifying!
The Wang Clan members shuddered, involuntarily retreating. Wang Lan, in particular, was the most affected—his face pale, body trembling uncontrollably, as if about to prostrate in submission.
Wang Xi didn’t fare much better, feeling as though a colossal mountain pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe, forcing her to submit to that figure.
As for Wang Shi, though he faced a formidable enemy, his body betrayed his will, stirring an ominous sensation within. A fierce beast though he was, he now stood before a beast king.
The others were already petrified, their minds shaken, bodies stiff with shock.
That was Wang Wu—just like that, he was suppressed.
And the heir of the Feng Clan? He didn’t even have time to utter a word before being crushed into a mist of blood. Such was the might, such was the divine power!
Jin Zhan, hailed as a prodigy of his generation, once a contender for leadership among the youth, now had his head severed by a mere flick of a sword beam in an instant.
Such dominance, such feats—this was no ordinary intimidation. There was great terror here!
Every cultivator present felt their hearts quail. This was a young man, yet his combat prowess… defied all reason, far surpassing the norm.
“It’s him… it’s actually him!” Jin Zhan wanted to scream, but all that escaped his lips were bloody froths. Reduced to just a head, he was suppressed by the field.
He couldn’t even make a sound, let alone transmit divine thoughts—trapped in the void, utterly immobilized.
Jin Zhan was beyond shocked. Never had he imagined it would be Huang, of all people. How could he still appear? A man destined to become crippled waste, now a Supreme Being?
He wanted to roar in denial, but all he felt was utter helplessness.
Back then, Shi Hao had struck him down from the heavens to hell with a single casual blow, stripping him of his glory as the leading figure of his generation.
And now, history repeated itself. He had emerged from seclusion at the peak of his cultivation, arriving at Mount Xumi Duan, ready to rise and shake the world. Yet, who could have guessed he’d face the same man again, suffering another crushing defeat?
This time was even worse—a single sword beam had beheaded him without resistance.
Jin Zhan seethed with resentment, veins bulging on his forehead. The two most pivotal battles of his life had both been against the same man, ending the same way.
It made him want to vomit blood in fury. Had it not been for this Huang, he feared no one, destined to shine in glorious battles and shake the world.
Yet, fate was cruel. His entire life had been overshadowed by Huang, utterly suppressed, drowning in powerlessness.
“You… you can’t bully the weak with your strength!” Wang Lan mustered his courage, his voice fierce but his heart trembling.
Shi Hao paused briefly at his words, then burst into laughter.
Wang Shi remained relatively composed, at least outwardly unshaken, his demeanor steady and imposing.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and spoke, “Senior, do you bear some grudge against us, to strike with such thunderous force?”
He glanced at Jin Zhan, then at the bloody mist that was the Feng Clan heir.
His elder brother, Wang Wu, had been suppressed, yet he showed no panic, his self-control impeccable as he spoke calmly.
“Did she have any enmity with you?” Shi Hao pointed at the Lunar Grace Goddess.
Everyone was stunned. What was this person’s relationship with her? Was he truly standing up for her?
“Thank you, senior!” The Lunar Grace Goddess smiled sweetly, her teeth glistening, then muttered, “The Wang Clan is despicable. Please, senior, uphold justice and sever their cultivation!”
Hearing this, many paled. This rabbit was ruthless, sending chills down the spines of all associated with the Wang Clan.
“Consider it done,” Shi Hao replied with a smile.
Wang Shi, hearing his words, abandoned any further questions about grudges. He sighed softly, knowing this matter wouldn’t end peacefully—trouble loomed large.
His fifth brother had invoked their father’s name, yet it had all been in vain!
At that moment, Shi Hao raised his hand, reaching slowly but inexorably toward the Wang Clan members. His palm blotted out the heavens, an unstoppable force.
“Wait, senior! I protest!” Wang Shi’s eyes flashed with sharp light as he shouted, halting Shi Hao’s killing intent.
“What protest?” Shi Hao asked, utterly indifferent.
“You are a Supreme Being. Dare you grant me a fair fight, a battle of equals? I, Wang Shi, have never feared battle—I only seek fairness!” Wang Shi declared.
Cornered, he had no choice but to make this stand.
Shi Hao’s expression turned peculiar. Being called “senior” by Wang Shi and then challenged to an equal battle was… amusing.
“Very well, I’ll grant you, this junior, a chance,” Shi Hao laughed heartily, his tone odd.
In truth, how could he be considered a senior? Wang Shi’s address amused him. What expression would he wear upon learning his true identity?
“Boom!”
Wang Shi erupted, his aura surging like a tidal wave, engulfing the stars themselves.
Of the Wang Clan’s Nine Dragons, the last was the strongest!
The world knew Wang Jiu as the mightiest of the nine, with some even speculating he might touch the Supreme Realm!
When Wang Shi emerged, the world was stunned—a tenth dragon? He was Wang Changsheng’s youngest son, kept hidden to survive the cataclysm of the Nine Heavens.
Only after confirming the foreign realm’s blockade did he emerge.
Rumors claimed his talent surpassed the Nine Dragons, possessing immortal bones destined for ascension!
But talent alone wasn’t enough. Though formidable, he was far younger than the nine, preserved in a life-sustaining substance.
Now unleashed, his true age was still tender.
Wang Shi stood at the Dunyi Realm, his cultivation years brief, yet his talent was peerless. In the Immortal Domain, he’d surely ascend!
“Senior, your move!” Wang Shi declared solemnly, adopting the opening stance of the Pacification Sword Art!
He held nothing back, immediately unleashing his clan’s supreme technique—a sword art said to have quelled a cataclysmic rebellion!
“Whoosh!”
Before his brow, a black sword embryo materialized, piercing through his skull before transforming into a streak of dark light. It cleaved through eternity, trailing fragments of time, arriving in an instant.
“Since you call me senior, I won’t bully the young. I’ll grant you this chance,” Shi Hao replied with a strange smile.
Everyone felt this Supreme Being’s mirth was… unusual.
Shi Hao suppressed his cultivation. He had always been supremely confident, invincible in his own eyes. Now, as a Supreme, his insight and comprehension were worlds apart!
Who could rival him?
Facing the Pacification Sword Art, Shi Hao didn’t resort to divine techniques. Instead, he formed a simple seal in the void—a black staff of runes materialized.
This was Mount Xumi Duan, the sacred land of ancient monks. On a whim, he’d conjured a monk’s staff!
Yet its divine might was unparalleled!
Like the strongest golden-bodied monk wielding a staff to subdue demons, its radiance was boundless, its majesty overwhelming.
“Bang!”
The black staff, unadorned and ancient, smashed into the oncoming sword embryo, shaking Wang Shi violently. His face turned deathly pale, blood trickling from his lips.
The black sword embryo cracked, no match for the staff.
The crowd trembled. That black staff was indestructible, even the Wang Clan’s peerless, all-severing Pacification Sword Art couldn’t withstand it?
Too terrifying!
All could sense that the man hadn’t unleashed Supreme aura, his power restrained to the Dunyi Realm. Yet he was still overwhelmingly dominant!
The sword embryo shattered, its light scattering back into Wang Shi’s brow. He staggered, his face ghostly pale.
Severely wounded, his sword strike had failed, backfiring grievously. A misstep could mean death.
Wang Shi, a prodigy of his generation, his talent unparalleled—yet defeated so utterly!
How could Mount Xumi Duan’s spectators not be awed?
“Tch. A Supreme, even suppressing cultivation, is no match for a Dunyi cultivator. Isn’t this bullying the weak?”
A cold voice rang out as a gray-haired man appeared, his face youthful, appearing only in his thirties.
“Eighth Brother!” Wang Shi called out between coughs of blood.
The crowd was stunned—the eighth of the Wang Clan’s Nine Dragons had arrived, the second strongest among them. But what could he do against a Supreme? Clearly no match!
“Fear not. I wouldn’t show myself without confidence. Who in this world dares oppress our Wang Clan? For a senior to act so shamelessly, he’ll pay in blood!” the eighth dragon declared.
He produced a bone mirror, adding, “Let’s see who you truly are.”
The mirror blazed like the sun, its light scorching the heavens, stirring the true Buddha aura of Mount Xumi Duan, dispelling all illusions.
Ahead, the young man didn’t resist, his true face revealed beneath a faint smile.
“What… you—?!” The eighth dragon nearly dropped the mirror, his body swaying violently from the shock.
“Ah!” Qing Yi, previously serene and fairy-like, gasped in disbelief.
“Heavens!” Tianjiao Ant roared in excitement.
Wang Shi stared, first stunned, then horrified, nearly coughing blood again. This… was the “senior” he’d addressed?
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