Shi Hao strode in with his sword in hand. The remnants of the immortal formation glowed but could no longer hinder him. Having taken that half-step forward, he now wielded truly invincible power.
The pinnacle of the human path—he had ascended it!
A conviction stirred within him: if he continued cultivating like this, even in this era of dwindling spiritual laws, he might grow even stronger.
He was confident. He had forged his own path, seeding power within his very body, walking the road most suited to himself. The augmentation of his cultivation and the elevation of his strength had pushed him to the absolute limit.
Only what was most fitting for oneself could be the most powerful!
As for the so-called crippled immortals—they were already spent. If he, in his current state, still hesitated to face them, how could he claim to be invincible?
Now, he possessed an indomitable heart!
**Boom!**
The earth split beneath his blade, and the remnants of the immortal formation were obliterated.
Something was amiss. Shi Hao frowned. He sensed no trace of the crippled immortal, nor was the Bronze Immortal Hall present.
**Boom!**
Standing firm, Shi Hao plunged his sword into the ground. Divine radiance erupted—countless sword beams shot forth, unleashing thousands of slashes in an instant.
The earth was shredded. Even protective formations could not withstand it.
No trace of the crippled immortal lingered below. He was not here!
The crippled immortal was gone. The formation had been shattered, leaving only emptiness. The immortal spring that once lay beneath had vanished without a trace.
Shi Hao emerged, sword in hand. With a casual gesture, he seized an old man at the peak of the Dunyi Realm, dragging him through the air before slamming him to the ground.
Trembling, the elder could not even lift his head. Shi Hao’s aura was too terrifying, suffocating him under its weight.
His bones creaked, his blood surged violently—his body was on the verge of exploding.
This was the steward of the Immortal Hall, commanding many servants and soldiers. Though powerful at the peak of Dunyi, he was utterly insignificant before Shi Hao now.
He felt like an ant, struggling to gaze upon a dragon in the heavens—an insurmountable gap. His soul and flesh trembled in unison.
“The True Immortal left decades ago… He did not say where…” The elder stammered, lips quivering as he forced out the words.
Shi Hao restrained his aura, refraining from joining the battle.
In truth, the moment the Immortal Hall’s forces saw Shi Hao—the infamous “Huang”—their courage shattered. There was no resolve left, only terror.
“Those who resist shall perish without mercy!” Mu Qing roared, leading eight hundred elite soldiers to encircle them.
Some cultivators dropped to their knees instantly. Even those born into the Immortal Hall, raised as servants, now cowered in fear, their loyalty broken.
Yet, a few remained fiercely defiant, refusing to surrender, their eyes bloodshot with madness—the most fanatically loyal of the Immortal Hall’s servants.
Shi Hao turned and left, mounting a snow-white jade-like steed as he gazed into the distance.
This battle marked the fall of the Immortal Hall!
The structures here were forged of bronze, rich with heavenly treasures. Zhu Lin, Shi Zhong, and others scoured the battlefield, taking everything of value.
After this day, the Immortal Hall would be erased from history.
In the medicinal garden, two divine herbs had once grown, but they had degenerated, losing their former brilliance.
The scripture repository held many bone texts, but the highest inheritance of the Immortal Hall—passed down orally by the crippled immortal—was absent.
Shi Hao showed no mercy, allowing Mu Qing and Shi Zhong to eradicate this lineage.
During the border wars, they had contributed nothing. When darkness encroached, they hid away. Yet in times of peace, they tyrannized this world, harming its people with arrogance.
“Crippled Immortal, you cannot hide. The gates of the Immortal Realm are closed. Sooner or later, I will find you!” Shi Hao murmured.
He suspected the crippled immortal had fled in fear. Over a century ago, the crippled immortal had conspired with a true immortal to ambush Shi Hao, only for the true immortal to be slain by Elder Meng Tianzheng. Perhaps that was why he had gone into hiding.
That day, the world trembled!
When the news spread, all were stunned. After over a hundred years, Huang had returned—and with such overwhelming force, he had crushed the Immortal Hall’s legacy.
From this day forth, this ancient sect would cease to exist.
Amid the uproar, Shi Hao had already set out with his eight hundred elites, heading toward the next destination—the Heavenly Kingdom.
Finding this place had been no easy task. He had pieced together clues from the past, verifying them carefully.
These traces had originated from the Sky-Suppressing Sect in the lower realm.
The Ghost Grandmaster—a prodigious talent who had founded the Sky-Suppressing Sect—had perished too soon.
That disheveled old man, a sword embedded in his skull, had been both mentor and friend to Shi Hao. His remnant soul had once shielded him. But now, he was gone forever.
Long ago, Shi Hao had learned of the Ghost Grandmaster’s past. He had been an outcast of the Sky-Suppressing Sect, ruined for his love of a Heavenly Kingdom’s divine maiden.
“Ghost Grandmaster, I have come to avenge you!” Shi Hao whispered.
He despised the Heavenly Kingdom. This sect had never contributed to their world, instead preying on its cultivators. For the right price, they would assassinate anyone.
They were butchers. Over the ages, countless heroes had fallen to their blades. This organization was a festering tumor.
If not for others, then for the Ghost Grandmaster alone, Shi Hao would uproot them entirely!
Had it not been for the Sky-Suppressing Sect’s remnants providing clues, Shi Hao might never have found their lair. This assassin organization had enemies everywhere, and thus operated with extreme caution.
The mountain range was shrouded in mist, serene and tranquil, teeming with spiritual beasts. There was no hint of violence.
But when Shi Hao threw a single punch, everything changed. With supreme might, he shattered the barrier of a hidden realm, forcibly breaching this secret land.
The Heavenly Kingdom was not of this world—it existed within a secluded pocket dimension.
“Who dares?!”
Chaos erupted within the small world. The breach sent shockwaves through its golden-ranked assassins.
Though called the Heavenly Kingdom, its population was sparse—only the elite resided here. Ordinary assassins were barred entry, ensuring absolute secrecy.
Most were aged, ancient figures clinging to life.
“What a land of spiritual essence,” Shi Hao mused.
Even in this era of waning spiritual laws, this small world retained traces of immortality.
Shadows flickered, vanishing into the void.
Assassins moved to strike.
With a mere flick of his finger, Shi Hao unleashed his invincible aura. **Boom!** The void shattered, and over a dozen figures exploded into bloody mist, annihilated body and soul.
“So this is the source—a pool of immortal blood, exuding the essence of immortality.” Shi Hao’s gaze fell upon a boiling pool within the small world, its blood bubbling with undying energy.
The pool held the corpse of a true immortal, its blood eternally fresh.
Most inhabitants here were elders, some having lived for hundreds of thousands of years. They were the Heavenly Kingdom’s upper echelon, surviving the era’s decline by relying on this immortal essence.
“Huang! It’s Huang!”
Figures emerged, trembling under Shi Hao’s oppressive aura. Many collapsed, unable to stand.
Shi Hao restrained his power—otherwise, Mu Qing and the others would have no chance to act.
“Who is the Heavenly Maiden Yi?” Shi Hao demanded.
A middle-aged woman’s pupils contracted. Shi Hao’s sharp gaze locked onto her.
Under his scrutiny, she broke into a cold sweat, her body quaking as if on the verge of disintegration.
**Thud!**
She collapsed uncontrollably.
The others paled. This was the Heavenly Kingdom’s former divine maiden, a figure of immense power. Yet under a single glance, she had crumbled. How terrifying!
“Do you remember a man named Wu Tianchong?” Shi Hao asked.
The Heavenly Maiden Yi’s expression shifted. How could she forget? He had been the Sky-Suppressing Sect’s most outstanding disciple, deceived by her, his heart broken. He had left in disgrace, exiled to the lower realm.
When they ambushed him, she had hesitated—she had once harbored feelings for him. But in the end, she had struck the fatal blow.
**Clang!**
A broken sword appeared in Shi Hao’s hand, its ancient blade marred with cracks.
“His sword…” The Heavenly Maiden Yi’s expression darkened, memories flooding back. A fleeting affection had turned to cold-blooded betrayal.
“Ghost Grandmaster, I avenge you!” Shi Hao raised the broken sword—then swept it lightly.
A beautiful head soared into the air, trailing blood.
“Kill them all!” Shi Hao’s voice was low as he gave the order.
The eight hundred elites charged. Even against seasoned assassins, they showed no fear, their killing intent piercing the heavens.
**Swoosh!**
The Heavenly Kingdom’s master struck—a peak Dunyi expert, a titan of assassination. He did not target Shi Hao but instead sought to slaughter his followers.
Knowing Shi Hao was beyond his reach, he aimed to make him suffer by killing his men.
But Shi Hao denied him the chance. With a flick of the broken sword, a blade beam cleaved the master in two.
Blood rained as the master screamed, his severed halves writhing on the ground.
Shi Hao had held back. At his level, a single slash would have reduced the man to dust.
“Mu Qing, if you wish to test yourselves, the Heavenly Kingdom’s master is yours,” Shi Hao said.
“Brother, you underestimate us. Before you even reached Dunyi, you slaughtered foes above your level. I’m already at late-stage Dunyi—why would I need him for training?” Zhu Lin scoffed.
“Assassins of the shadows are exceptional. Keep him to hone your skills,” Shi Hao replied.
**Swoosh!**
A sword beam shot toward Shi Hao’s nape—swift, deadly, radiant as a celestial strike.
**Ting!**
Without turning, Shi Hao raised two fingers, dispersing the blade’s energy and snapping the divine sword.
“I sensed you long ago. Why hide?” Shi Hao turned to face an elder shrouded in black mist.
Gasps arose. A Supreme Being? The Heavenly Kingdom had a Supreme in its ranks?
The Heavenly Kingdom master’s grandmaster had survived since antiquity, his vitality nearly exhausted, confined to this realm.
Against Shi Hao’s invincible state, he stood no chance.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao’s fist struck. The elder roared, resisting futilely before exploding into a bloody rain.
A massive hand engulfed the blood, dispersing it harmlessly with a grasp of cosmic law.
**Thud!**
The Heavenly Kingdom’s master was beheaded by Mu Qing and the others, his soul extinguished.
Having witnessed his assassination arts, they left no room for future threats.
That day, the Heavenly Kingdom’s foundation crumbled. The small world was purged, its veteran assassins exterminated root and stem.
“Scatter and eliminate the remaining outposts,” Shi Hao commanded.
Mu Qing, Zhu Lin, and others led their forces to cleanse the remnants.
The Heavenly Kingdom was vast, with many training camps beyond its core.
“Demon Dragon Dao Gate, Sword Valley…” Shi Hao murmured. These sects had dedicated themselves to suppressing the Sinful Bloodline. Ning Chuan had been their joint creation.
Some sects had gone too far—slaughtering the Shi and Fire Clans, imprisoning the Sinful Bloodline in Sin Province. And then, that entire province had been seized by Anlan, including Huo Ling’er.
“You shirked your duty against external foes, yet reveled in harming your own. There will be reckoning.” Shi Hao’s voice was icy.
This time, he did not act personally.
Mu Qing, Zhu Lin, Shi Zhong, and others, after crushing the Heavenly Kingdom’s remnants, split to attack the Demon Dragon Dao Gate, Sword Valley, and more.
The War Ape and the Crimson Bird also moved.
The Azure-Scaled Eagle, the Great Peng, Xiao Qing, and Zi Yun had mastered the Kun Peng Art Shi Hao had taught them. Now colossal and formidable, they too joined the assault.
The Golden Lion, no longer Shi Hao’s mount but a fearsome force in its own right, was dispatched to annihilate another sect.
That day, the world quaked.
Huang had returned—and with him, the sweeping tide of justice.
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