Chapter 551: Shi Hao’s Wrath

How could those days be forgotten? Buthien Ge bore the once beautiful memories of them, a time unforgettable but mercilessly destroyed.

In their most innocent youth, both Shi Hao and Xiao Tian had deep feelings for the place, yet they could only watch helplessly as enemies arrived and shattered their sacred mountain gates.

Former companions, elders and juniors alike, were mercilessly slain before their eyes. Some were still children, their wide eyes reflecting innocence and terror in their final moments.

Respected seniors fought bravely to cover their retreat. The usually stern Elders self-destructed to hold off the attackers. Even the ancient vine that had guarded Buthien Ge with its life perished along with a rain of radiant light. All faded away that day.

How could we forget? How would we ever forget?!

“Alright, I believe you have the ability to do this!” Xiao Tian approached, striking Shi Hao’s palm in camaraderie.

“It’s us!” Shi Hao smiled.

“Yes, it’s us. Together, we shall rebuild Buthien Ge!” Xiao Tian shouted loudly.

For their shared dream, for a promise, he had silently strived for years, cultivating with extraordinary talent. Though perhaps not as gifted as Shi Hao, he was still rare among his peers.

Shi Hao came for him first, naturally driven by deep-rooted bonds of friendship. Though their past was filled with scuffles that left Shi Hao’s head bruised and swollen, they had shared hardships—like fighting together in the Bai Duan Mountains to seize the Taiyi Holy Water from the Rain Clan and enduring the trials together.

Besides, Xiao Tian himself had a most brilliant talent. Back when he first joined Buthien Ge, second only to Shi Hao, he was declared the best.

“Come, I will take you to see a few people,” Xiao Tian said, dragging Shi Hao along without showing any formalities, regardless of Shi Hao’s changed status.

Within the grand hall, several Elders and their clan leader’s expressions turned tense before joy filled their faces. This child of their clan shared a close bond with the present Stone Emperor, truly an auspicious sign.

“It’s you!” Shi Hao exclaimed.

He recognized one young man at once—Zhou Yu Hao. He knew the fellow too well. He had thrashed him several times, once badly breaking his bones when Zhou had mercilessly bullied Qing Feng.

“Don’t hit me!” Zhou still bore psychological trauma from those encounters. Although years had passed, seeing Shi Hao raise his hand caused him to startle and shriek involuntarily.

“Hahaha…” The group laughed heartily.

Besides the young men, there were also two young women—”Yan Xin” and “Piao Xue,” both once disciples of the Genius Camp, with whom Shi Hao had sparred in the past.

Back then, when calamity struck, they fled in different directions. Now, they had all gathered here once more.

Are these all the surviving disciples of our sect? Shi Hao asked. So many were still young when their lives were cut short too soon.

“There are some others scattered in various places,” Xiao Tian replied.

“Senior sister Xia You Yu is still alive,” Zhou Yu Hao mentioned, referring to one prominent female disciple of Buthien Ge.

Shi Hao was momentarily stunned. Naturally, he remembered this senior sister. His first journey out of the Great Wilderness had been in the western frontier of the Stone Kingdom, where he met her, and she had gifted him a sacred talisman permitting him immediate recognition as a core disciple of Buthien Ge.

Xia You Yu held an extraordinary status, excelling among the younger generation of Buthien Ge.

“She is currently at Zhu Lu Academy. She had been rescued by the female war-goddess of Zhu Lu Academy back then,” Xiao Tian said.

Thus the group set forth. Naturally, Shi Hao had the means to travel at incredible speeds, driving an ancient war chariot—a secret treasure of the Stone Kingdom’s Imperial Palace, moving swifter than lightning.

Zhu Lu Academy was vast and imposing, with countless temples and magnificent structures. Although Shi Hao had long heard of its fame, this was his first visit.

“It’s you!” Xia You Yu was astonished and then delighted. Dressed in white, her beauty was timeless, unchanged over the years.

As the group conversed, everyone felt deep nostalgia, memories vivid as though they had happened yesterday.

The female war-goddess was stunning, her golden armor gleaming with radiant light, her tall frame and fair skin as majestic as ever. Shi Hao retained vivid memories of her fervent invitation to join Zhu Lu Academy—though he had declined.

She and Xia You Yu were outstanding disciples of their respective sects and also dear friends.

“You wish to reunite and rebuild Buthien Ge? How could I miss out on such a spectacle?” the goddess smiled.

“On the original site,” Shi Hao affirmed and declared the reawakening of the Guardian Spirit, a revelation that shook them all.

That divine vine remained unforgettable; recalling its end pained and saddened them all.

They discussed their plans for a long time. Shi Hao suggested that, for now, the others should stay hidden. He would proceed openly while they worked in secrecy to reorganize.

“That won’t do! Aren’t you just attracting enemies to yourself?” Xiao Tian shook his head.

“I fear no one,” Shi Hao replied. He was simply being cautious. Though the grand calamity had ended, unpredictable dangers might still lie ahead.

Fame had always been his. His reputation already spanned the world, challenging and rivaling all powers. Even if some bore enmity toward him, it hardly mattered to gain a few more adversaries.

Several days later, the ruins of Buthien Ge began seeing signs of renewal. The others remained concealed, while Shi Hao summoned help to restore the gates and construct new halls.

“Some debts of gratitude must be repaid, and some vengeance must be fulfilled!” Shi Hao declared.

Back then, several factions had been particularly despicable—Xi Ling Beast Mountain, Tuo Ba Clan, and the Yu Clan were the main culprits. Yu Clan had long been eliminated by Shi Hao’s hands, but the former two still roamed freely.

“That blood must not be spilled in vain!” Even Xia You Yu clenched her fists, her beautiful eyes flashing with killing intent, having helplessly watched her mentors and brothers perish without being able to save them.

And had not each of the rest witnessed that great catastrophe—their blood spilling, the heads of familiar and beloved people rolling to the ground, many still children?

“You forgot to mention Nanshan and Nanyun Divine Mountain’s ultimate experts who fought the divine vine,” Shi Hao added.

It was the emergence of those several ultimate entities that had ultimately sealed Buthien Ge’s fate.

However, Xiao Tian, Zhou Yu Hao, and others preferred not to dwell on it, for speaking of them would only erode their confidence. Both the Tun Tian Que and Qiong Qi were terrifying beings.

And Nanshan Mountain and Nanyun Divine Mountains were even more terrifying. They were rumoured to be the secret retreats of gods, exalted and beyond reach.

“Those creatures…” Xiao Tian and others hesitated, feeling a heavy burden.

“No need to worry. All debts must be settled. I shall personally call upon them!” Shi Hao declared.

They were stunned, then simultaneously invigorated. Now, the renowned young hero known as Xiao Shi was shaking all eight regions, having already accomplished many audacious feats—even challenging divine hidden sanctuaries wouldn’t leave him at a disadvantage, likely not.

Xia You Yu and the female war-goddess were momentarily startled. The once young, tender boy had grown to such might—truly awe-inspiring.

“Please be careful; those places are formidable, rivaling ancient kingdoms,” Xia warned.

“Times have changed. Justice must be served!” Shi Hao replied firmly.

“Xiao Shi’s reputation already commands the world; we all know this. Let us just witness his brilliance!” the war-goddess smiled.

The group proceeded forward. The ancient war-chariot rolled like thunder across the sky, like lightning piercing the heavens, heading directly for a holy ground.

The Tuo Ba Clan had stood for countless years, unwavering. Had it not been for their sacred guardian’s tragic demise in ancient times, they would have already established a grand kingdom.

It could be said that the clan had once been extremely powerful in antiquity.

Their first target was precisely this place—to fulfill their shared vow, to rebuild Buthien Ge, and to seek vengeance, starting right here.

Great mountain gates stood obstructively ahead. Between glimmers of light, dragon-like energies encircled the area, confirming its status as a treasured ground.

Even now, they remained formidable. Otherwise, how could they have dared to conspire with others to annihilate Buthien Ge, committing such massacre and sorrow?

Shi Hao stood alone, approaching the ancient grounds.

“Boom!”

He stretched forth a single hand, forming a colossal golden palm in the void, which smashed down with surging golden light and divine force shaking the heavens.

The two stone mountains refined into sacred gates crumbled to dust, the defensive formations exploding.

“What person dares?!” roared from within. A mighty man rushed forth, brandishing a broadsword and pointing at the intruder.

“It’s him, I remember him! Back then, he cut off Elder Brother Liu Cheng’s head with one strike!” Yan Xin cried out tearfully, eyes brimming with rage.

“I kill many! Who are you? What worth is Liu Cheng?” The middle-aged man, thick-bearded, though realizing the stranger’s strength, refused to show fear.

“You are not even fit to be called a being!” Shi Hao ceased all dialogue, launching forward a palm resembling a golden grinding disc, unleashing terror.

“Clang!” The sword bent and shattered.

“Whoosh!” The man exploded into a cloud of blood, utterly obliterated without even a groan.

The sight shocked everyone present. Xiao Shi’s reputation for strength was truly well-earned.

The Tuo Ba Clan, as an ancient noble, naturally possessed deep reserves. Instantly, protective arrays flickered, glyphs flared into the sky, and figure after figure soared forth, arriving rapidly.

“It’s him…” someone shouted, recognizing Shi Hao.

Indeed, Xiao Shi’s name now resounded across all realms, not only throughout the wildernesses, but even distant lands now feared his might. His rise had been unprecedented.

In the years since, he had performed deeds that shook the heavens!

“A few clanspeople were evacuated, but those remaining are doomed,” one Tuo Ba Clan elder said, fear evident.

At that moment, upon seeing the figures arriving, Xiao Tian and others turned crimson-eyed, even Shi Hao’s eyes burned with fury. During the destruction of Buthien Ge, these people had slaughtered too many mentors and seniors mercilessly.

“It’s that old fiend! Back then, he ambushed Elder Mu Yan with a sly blow, making him cough blood and retreat, ultimately forcing him to self-destruct!” A young disciple behind Shi Hao trembled, pointing at the white-bearded elder ahead.

“What?!” Shi Hao’s eyes flared with fury, strands of his hair standing straight as anger surged.

Elder Mu Yan had taught Shi Hao thunder techniques, taking him into storm clouds amidst heavy rain to experience them, even risking his life to extract lightning essence for him—truly his mentor and benefactor in Buthien Ge.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!” Shi Hao shouted thrice, every hair on end, his eyes terrifying like a furious dragon lunging forward.

In that moment, he held nothing back. Deploying Kunpeng Technique, his fists shook the heavens, shaking heaven and earth, creating a tremor felt throughout the world!

It wouldn’t matter if that Tuo Ba ancestor had been a Venerable One now reduced to a mere monarch-level cultivator; he still would be shattered.

Driven by hatred, Shi Hao’s killing intent transformed into lightning, his heart burning with rage and fury.

“Boom!”

With a single punch, that patriarch exploded—utterly unable to stand against the force. All his magical artifacts shattered, flashing with terrifying light.

Shi Hao surged through the air enveloped in boundless golden light, a colossal Kunpeng radiating brilliance around him. With mighty wings beating the skies, the two fused into a magnificent vision.

Along the way, elites of the Tuo Ba Clan fell one by one, explosions of power marking their demise, unable to hinder him even slightly.

Wave after wave of bodies rained down like a crimson storm. Shi Hao’s path through their ranks left only Kunpeng’s mighty wings, shattering all obstacles in his path!

“Boom!”

Golden flames raged forth, turning the fallen to ashes!

This shocking scene chilled all present.

Xiao Tian, Xia You Yu, and the others, watching his back, trembled deeply within. Xiao Shi had indeed risen, ruling supreme, shaking the eight wildernesses!