Many were still unaware that a cataclysmic event had already unfolded in the Nine Heavens. A few who were en route had caught vague whispers—someone had stormed the Jin Clan!
“It was… Huang who did it!” someone stammered, voice trembling as they pierced through the veil of secrecy, their body quivering slightly.
This was an earth-shattering incident. To dare attack an Everlasting Clan—and succeed! The fact that Huang stood here unharmed spoke volumes.
He had returned unscathed, calm as ever, while the Jin Clan was thrown into chaos, becoming a whirlpool of turmoil. Now, all the major Everlasting Clans were investigating.
“What are you talking about?” Many couldn’t comprehend, for they had no idea such a terrifying event had occurred.
“The Jin Clan was assaulted, their grand formation shattered. Sword energy surged within their ancestral grounds—a bloody catastrophe!” someone declared.
The speaker was cautious, even bewildered. After all, this was merely hearsay picked up along the way, combined with observations to form a tentative conclusion. It wasn’t yet certain whether Huang was truly responsible.
Even so, many shuddered, their gazes locking onto the young man in the center of the commotion, a suffocating pressure weighing upon them.
Huang—was it really him? So terrifying! Was he planning to overturn the heavens today? To dare attack even the Jin Clan!
“Shi Hao, was it really you?” On this side, Tianjiao Ant, Tuoba Yulong, and the others had naturally heard the rumors. They were stunned—yet, upon reflection, this was exactly his style!
Cao Fatty burst into laughter. “Haha, of course it was us! We turned the world upside down, made ghosts wail and gods howl! You should’ve seen us raiding the Jin Clan’s lair—what heroic grandeur!”
His face thick as a wall, he gestured wildly as if reliving the battle, his excitement palpable.
But he was merely a witness!
Everyone knew his nature and rolled their eyes. The Lunar Grace Goddess even yanked his ear. “You just watched from start to finish, didn’t you? A mere bystander!”
“Let go!” Cao Fatty yelped.
“Little one, whose child are you? Come, let Uncle pinch those chubby cheeks!” Tianjiao Ant cackled, reaching for Cao Yusheng’s face.
Now appearing like a chubby seven- or eight-year-old after rejuvenation, Cao Yusheng grimaced but couldn’t break free from the grip of the pinnacle of physical strength.
“You… how have you been all these years?” Qing Yi stepped forward, her misty eyes fixed on Shi Hao. She had remained aloof from worldly affairs, as if severing all ties to the mortal realm.
But now, her heart was in turmoil. After all this time, she had finally seen him again.
At this moment, she was undoubtedly Qing Yi, not Yue Chan.
Shi Hao nodded. Facing these old friends, especially Qing Yi, his emotions surged. Seeing their genuine reactions, even as a Supreme Being standing at the peak, his heart was far from calm.
Yet, this wasn’t the time for words. The Eighth Dragon of the Wang Clan still lurked nearby, waiting to be dealt with.
The Eighth Dragon wasn’t even a Supreme Being, yet he dared show himself here—clearly, he had some hidden reliance. He hadn’t come impulsively just to save Wang Shi.
Shi Hao’s gaze turned forward as the Wang Clan members finally snapped out of their daze.
The Eighth Dragon’s heart was a storm of emotions. He couldn’t believe this was the same Huang from back then—that brat had surpassed him, becoming the youngest Supreme Being in history!
Breaking myths, rewriting history!
“Truly beyond my expectations. I should’ve killed him without regard for consequences back then!” the Eighth Dragon lamented inwardly. But it was too late for regrets.
Still, upon reflection, they had tried—only to be thwarted by Meng Tianzheng each time.
“Was it you who attacked the Jin Clan?” the Eighth Dragon asked. His face was still youthful, though his hair was streaked with gray, exuding the vigor of his prime.
“Yes.” Shi Hao’s reply was simple—just one word.
**”Boom!”**
The crowd erupted like boiling water. Speculation was one thing, but confirmation was another. Everyone was horrified.
Just how strong was Huang? To accomplish something like this!
That was the Jin Clan—an Everlasting Family! Had he truly breached their gates? Rumors even claimed Jin Taijun had been wounded, forced to flee back to her clan under pursuit.
“Huang… what exactly did you do to my clan?” Jin Zhan roared. He’d only heard fragments on his way here, unaware of the full details.
Only now, listening to the discussions, did he realize even the Jin Clan’s ancestor had been injured.
“Time to go.” Shi Hao’s tone was light, almost indifferent. With a flick of his finger, a divine rainbow shot forth, blazing like solar flames. Jin Zhan’s head exploded into ash.
Silence.
Everyone held their breath.
Huang had attained the Dao. Though he’d only cultivated for a few decades, he now stood alongside Wang Changsheng and Jin Taijun—a Supreme Being, one of the few at the pinnacle.
Neutral observers, realizing this, dared not speak recklessly, their awe and fear overwhelming.
Jin Zhan had been formidable. Yet Huang had erased him with a casual strike.
“I’m curious—what gives you the courage to stand before me?” Shi Hao turned his gaze to the Eighth Dragon.
As he spoke, he raised his hand, unwilling to waste time. He would suppress the Eighth Dragon here and now.
“Fellow Daoist, you underestimate the world too much!” the Eighth Dragon retorted, his eyes icy, devoid of reverence.
“Your tenth brother calls me ‘Senior.’ Shouldn’t you follow suit?” Shi Hao smiled faintly.
His palm swept through the void, carrying the weight of suns and moons, stars swirling between his fingers.
This was no mere illusion—it was the manifestation of his true might!
At this stage, a casual strike from Huang could blanket the heavens and sever starfields. Such was his dominance.
“Behold! Who dares bully the Wang Clan?!” The Eighth Dragon suddenly unfurled a scroll, its ancient surface mottled with age.
As it unfurled, a figure emerged—a youth of sixteen or seventeen, lips red, teeth white, brows clear, eyes bright.
“Wang Changsheng!”
Shi Hao was surprised. The figure in the painting was none other than Wang Changsheng.
“You think a mere painting can stop me?”
“Go!” The Eighth Dragon grabbed Wang Shi and retreated swiftly, for the aura of a Supreme Being permeated the area, chilling souls.
Others stumbled back, faces pale, blood drained.
“Fellow Daoist, why be so relentless? Spare others where you can,” the painted figure spoke—imbued with Wang Changsheng’s essence!
“So, it’s equivalent to an avatar of Wang Changsheng?” Shi Hao mused.
**”Swoosh!”**
Shi Hao stepped forward, radiant with auspicious light, flames of the True Phoenix blazing, ready to reduce the painting to ashes.
**”Hmph!”**
The figure in the painting snorted, its eyes flashing with divine light. The scroll seemed to come alive, the paper fading until only the youth remained.
**”Boom!”**
The heavens shattered. The seemingly harmless youth now radiated terrifying power. A black sword shot from his brow, slashing toward Shi Hao.
This was Wang Changsheng’s imprint, manifesting as a human form, unleashing his ultimate technique—the **Peace-Shattering Sword Art!**
From the first move, it was a battle to the death—a peerless sword technique unleashed in full!
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