“Is Netherworld coming?” Many were moved, for this was the foremost young genius of the Celestial Clan, a true First Generation with unparalleled talent.
Moreover, one must remember that the Celestial Clan was once the supreme imperial lineage. The strength of a First Generation born from such an ancient lineage was unimaginable!
Most crucially, he had fused with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone, transcending once more, making him peerless among his generation!
“Indeed, Senior Brother Netherworld should be coming,” Kun Mo said with a faint smile, his expression reserved. After all, Netherworld’s name shook the heavens, and even the geniuses of other sects would pale at the mention of it.
As a descendant of the imperial lineage, fused with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone, and a First Generation himself, many speculated that Netherworld’s future achievements would likely surpass even the legendary Six Celestial Beings of antiquity!
One day, he might very well become one of the taboo figures who would dominate the fate of the Upper Realm!
“Brother Netherworld, with his astonishing brilliance, has long been renowned. To have the chance to meet him would be an immense honor,” someone flattered, clearly holding the Celestial Clan’s prodigy in high regard.
“Indeed, I’ve heard that Brother Netherworld has already begun developing his own unique treasure technique, a talent that shakes the world. I must seek his guidance when the time comes,” another chimed in.
Others nodded in agreement, offering their praises.
“I’ve heard that your clan’s female prodigy, Yun Xi, possesses peerless beauty, radiant as a flower. Now fused with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone, she has risen with unstoppable momentum. The Celestial Clan truly produces outstanding talents,” another remarked.
Whether it was the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan, the Slanted Moon Ancient Cave, or others, all were considered top-tier powers, yet they still held a sense of reverence for the former imperial lineage.
“Everyone, you must believe that with Senior Brother Netherworld’s unparalleled brilliance, he will surely suppress that so-called Young Wretched, right?” Kun Mo said, feeling that his earlier response to Qing Yi’s questioning lacked confidence. Now, he raised the issue again, brimming with conviction.
Many nodded in agreement, acknowledging Netherworld’s immense reputation, which struck fear into many.
However, some wore enigmatic smiles, refraining from comment. They had heard whispers—that Wretched was far from simple!
Yue Chan smiled faintly, ethereal and serene, saying, “I hope the reality surpasses the reputation.”
“Who are you?” Kun Mo asked, displeased with this woman who had repeatedly questioned him.
“She is my junior sister, Qing Yi,” Feng Wu interjected at that moment. Clad in golden robes, she exuded both grace and a domineering confidence.
Her words commanded attention, for she was the foremost genius of the Celestial Immortal Academy, chosen as its successor. Not only was she overwhelmingly powerful, but she would also one day rule the academy.
“Hmm, Junior Sister Feng Wu was once invited into the Primordial Heaven Secret Realm. Presumably, she has some understanding of that Young Devil Wretched and is the most qualified to speak. How strong is he, truly?”
Someone asked, though seemingly casual, it was clearly a challenge to the Celestial Clan’s claims.
Others perked up, eager to hear the truth.
“I never fought him,” Feng Wu said, maintaining her composure as a role model. Back when she battled Shi Hao at the Bronze Sparrow Altar, she hadn’t been like this.
Kun Mo’s face brightened with a smile. “As I said, this man is all reputation and no substance. If Junior Sister Feng Wu were to act, she could easily suppress him.”
Feng Wu glanced at him. “I know of his feats—slaying the Nether Prince, beheading the Sun God Vine, and even stewing the elite of the Purple-Gold True Howler Clan in a cauldron before devouring him.”
At these words, Kun Mo’s smile froze instantly, as if he had been slapped in the face.
After all, the three beings Feng Wu mentioned were all First Generations, yet all had fallen to Wretched. Such achievements were undeniable proof of his overwhelming combat prowess.
Many exchanged glances, some feeling secondhand embarrassment for Kun Mo.
“Senior Sister Feng Wu was merely stating facts. Besides, haven’t these events long been rumored outside?” Qing Yi, Yue Chan’s incarnation, said calmly.
“Let’s end here. I must go into seclusion,” Feng Wu said, rising and nodding at Qing Yi with a smile before departing.
Everyone stood as well, knowing she was a renowned First Generation currently deciphering the Immortal’s Legacy Inscriptions. Her time was precious, aiming to triumph in the Great Decisive Battle of the Three Thousand Provinces’ geniuses!
The remaining elites from various sects lacked enthusiasm to continue.
Suddenly, unrest stirred in the academy, even reaching the hall where the powerful figures gathered, piquing their curiosity.
“What happened?”
“A disciple from some no-name sect injured several senior brothers of the academy.”
Soon, the gist of the incident spread, reigniting interest. Many stepped outside to learn more.
“Who dares provoke the Celestial Immortal Academy, treating this ancient lineage with such disrespect?” Kun Mo said with a faint smirk.
His pride had been wounded earlier in the hall, and now this incident gave him a chance to mock and gloat.
But his smile soon vanished. While the injured could still stand, one Celestial Clan disciple had to be carried back, bones shattered and teeth knocked out.
“Who did this?!” he roared.
The Celestial Clan numbered in the billions, with disciples studying under other great sects. Yet, they were all of one bloodline, and many would return to the clan after mastering their arts.
Someone briefly explained. The injured Celestial Clan disciple, weeping, told Kun Mo that the assailant had singled him out for “special treatment” upon learning his heritage.
“A disciple from some minor sect dares provoke the Celestial Clan? Does he have a death wish?!” Kun Mo’s face darkened. As one of the Upper Realm’s great clans, few dared oppose them.
Already frustrated from the earlier exchange, this incident stoked his fury. “Where is he? I’ll go to that sect and demand answers!”
Kun Mo was confident. As one of the Celestial Clan’s Six Elites, even if the elders of a minor sect were stronger, they would weigh their options and greet him with smiles, for he represented the Celestial Clan.
The elites of other sects exchanged glances, knowing Kun Mo intended to pressure the minor sect into handing over the culprit.
“Senior Brother… that man is no ordinary foe,” the gravely injured Celestial Clan disciple said weakly, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat, trying to explain.
But he collapsed unconscious before he could finish.
Yue Chan remained expressionless, having subtly ensured his faint with a flick of her sleeve.
“Who can tell me where this minor sect is? I’ll pay them a visit!” Kun Mo demanded coldly, eyeing the other injured disciples.
While he feared Feng Wu, he held no such reservations for these disciples. As one of the Celestial Clan’s Six Elites, he looked down upon most peers.
Some wanted to explain in detail, but upon hearing Yue Chan’s silent transmission, they held their tongues.
Yue Chan, though not revealing her flawless true form, remained a beauty on the rankings, highly revered in the academy. Many supported her.
“Senior Brother, I’ll take you!” The disciples, without explaining the sect’s peculiarities, eagerly volunteered to guide Kun Mo.
Even elites from the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan, Yin-Yang Academy, and Sacred Feather Clan grew interested, eager to see Kun Mo flex his authority over the minor sect.
“Lead the way!” Kun Mo commanded imperiously.
The injured disciples nodded and guided him toward the distant, dilapidated sect grounds—all under Yue Chan’s direction.
Elites from the Slanted Moon Ancient Cave, Divine Cliff Academy, and others, originally here for exchanges, now followed en masse.
Apart from the Celestial Immortal Academy’s disciples, none from other sects knew the truth about that decrepit sect.
Outside the crowd, Yue Chan remained serene, smiling faintly without a word.
On the way, Kun Mo’s gaze turned sinister. He had prepared his rhetoric—arrive, levy accusations, and pressure the sect into submission with the Celestial Clan’s might.
Even if the Celestial Clan was no longer the imperial lineage, it was still far beyond what a minor sect could challenge.
“The path is overgrown—this sect must be in decline, its foundation weak,” a Yin-Yang Academy elite remarked.
“Yes, it’s been declining for millennia, nearly extinct. Only recently did an… exceptional disciple emerge,” an injured senior from the Celestial Immortal Academy replied.
Kun Mo grew angrier. This place was worse than a minor sect—how dare such a decrepit lineage harm a Celestial Clan disciple?
Others marveled at how pathetically weak this sect seemed.
The rugged, overgrown path only reinforced their belief in its decline.
“We’re almost there,” the guides said.
Kun Mo’s fury mounted with each step. What kind of disgrace was this?
Finally, they arrived. A broken archway stood half-collapsed, the rest in ruins, overgrown with weeds.
Was this a sect? More like ruins!
The onlookers were speechless.
Their view was the true scene, starkly different from the grandeur Shi Hao had witnessed.
Kun Mo’s rage flared. If word spread of this, it would be a joke—this was the sect he came to confront?
He regretted coming. This place was too pitiful to warrant his presence. “Is anyone here? Come out!”
Others stifled laughter.
Only the Celestial Immortal Academy disciples remained tense, bracing themselves.
From behind the weeds, Shi Hao emerged atop a large bluestone, his face dark with irritation after another scolding from Qi Daolin.
“What are you howling for? Scram!” he snapped.
Kun Mo’s lungs nearly burst. In this wretched place, a random youth dared speak to him like this? Unbearable!
“Boy, do you know who you’re talking to? Fetch your elders—I have words for them!” Kun Mo commanded coldly, maintaining his superior demeanor despite his rage.
Shi Hao’s face darkened further. After being forced to sprint with a mountain on his back, exhausted, he now had to endure this?
Unbeknownst to him, this was a Celestial Clan elite—human-like, which he had overlooked. Otherwise, his expression would’ve been even darker.
Still, Shi Hao advanced.
“Didn’t you hear me? Fetch your elders!” Kun Mo barked, playing the high-and-mighty envoy.
The onlookers watched the spectacle.
Only the Celestial Immortal Academy disciples grew uneasy, their hairs standing on end. Bound by Qing Yi’s orders, they stayed silent.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao struck with terrifying speed, combining the Kun Peng Art and the Shrinking Earth Technique, his aura like a primordial beast unleashed.
Kun Mo’s pupils shrank. A powerhouse himself, he realized too late that he’d been trapped by an inexplicable force.
Shi Hao had used his Primordial Sky Dome, subtly immobilizing Kun Mo before retracting it.
“You—release me!” Kun Mo struggled, but to no avail.
“Thud!”
Shi Hao slammed him into the ground like a ragdoll, shattering rocks.
Kun Mo groaned, humiliated. Shi Hao wasn’t even using techniques—just brute force.
“Thud! Thud! Thud!”
Shi Hao pummeled him, breaking bones, knocking out teeth, and leaving him bruised and wailing.
The onlookers gaped, swallowing hard in disbelief.
This was one of the Celestial Clan’s Six Elites, beaten to a pulp with sheer strength!
“Who the hell is this guy?” Shi Hao tossed the mangled Kun Mo aside, asking the Celestial Immortal Academy disciples.
They stared, stunned by his audacity—only asking after the beating?
Kun Mo, in agony and shame, nearly fainted. A Celestial Clan elite, dismissed so casually?
“Do you know who I am? Which clan I represent?!” he rasped through the pain.
“Which clan?” Shi Hao asked, scowling.
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