Chapter 762: Against the Sky People Clan

Broken walls, foundations drowned in weeds, and aged, crumbling tiles… all spoke of the desolation of this place.

A group of people stood dumbfounded. From such a dilapidated little sect emerged a youth who had beaten one of the Heavenly Clan’s Six Heroes into wailing and howling, a pitiful sight indeed.

“I… am from… the Heavenly Clan!” Kun Mo mustered all his strength, his voice trembling as he roared.

His eyes burned with malice as he stared at Shi Hao, gauging his reaction. The arrival of such a mighty clan in full force was no small matter—it was enough to terrify many lesser sects.

Because he did not represent himself alone, but an entire sect.

Shi Hao widened his eyes, scrutinizing him carefully.

Kun Mo, originally seething with rage, saw Shi Hao’s expression and assumed he was afraid. Pride swelled in his heart—the Heavenly Clan’s prestige still commanded fear across the land.

“You’ve brought disaster upon yourself, and regret is too late now!” Kun Mo said coldly, sitting up on his own and sneering at Shi Hao repeatedly.

Around them, the crowd sighed softly. This little sect was truly unlucky—of all people to provoke, they had to offend the Heavenly Clan, drawing the personal attention of one of the Six Heroes.

Yet, many were also astonished. This small sect was truly remarkable to have produced such an extraordinary figure, one who had even captured Kun Mo. It was unbelievable.

Only the disciples of the Celestial Immortal Academy wore strange expressions, their lips twitching as if they wanted to speak but couldn’t, visibly struggling to hold back.

They refused to believe this “scoundrel” was intimidated. The same person who dared to take on jobs at the Celestial Immortal Academy, boasting he could thrash geniuses of every grade—would he really fear the Heavenly Clan?

“You’re from the Heavenly Clan?” Shi Hao circled him once, his expression odd. This was truly unbelievable—he hadn’t even gone to their doorstep yet, and here was one of their own strutting around, looking for trouble!

“Naturally. Who would dare impersonate the Heavenly Clan?” Kun Mo said, his confidence growing. In his eyes, Shi Hao was afraid, cautiously verifying his identity.

Sitting there, healing his wounds, his blood qi steaming, Kun Mo kept his cold, triumphant gaze fixed on Shi Hao. “Your ignorance has brought calamity upon your sect. Even if your elders come out to apologize now, it’s too late!”

“Oh? Then what should I do?” Shi Hao asked.

Kun Mo stood up. It had to be said—as a renowned young powerhouse of the Heavenly Clan, his foundation was solid. Despite his severe injuries, he could still stand.

Though barely, he clasped his hands behind his back, looking down at the youth before him with an air of superiority. “It’s too late!”

“Brother, sins should not extend to the sect. It’s best not to be too harsh,” someone interceded.

“If we don’t vent our anger, where is the Heavenly Clan’s dignity?” another gloated, enjoying the spectacle.

Only the Celestial Immortal Academy disciples remained silent. In truth… they pitied Kun Mo, knowing full well that the youth had no such intentions!

The academy students were certain Kun Mo was about to suffer—in fact, he was pitiable.

“I’ll give you one chance. Perform well, until I’m satisfied.” Here, Kun Mo glanced at Shi Hao’s legs. “Your knees seem quite sturdy.”

What did that mean? Was he telling the youth to kneel? Hearing this, many from the Celestial Immortal Academy covered their mouths, some even turning away, unable to watch.

“Fine!” Shi Hao nodded, tired of his posturing. Scanning the crowd, he confirmed this was the Heavenly Clan’s leader, their strongest here.

Then, he struck.

A crisp *crack* echoed—the sound of bone breaking was so sharp it made teeth ache and sent shivers down spines.

“Ah—!” Kun Mo screamed, his face contorted in pain, sweat pouring down as he collapsed to his knees, unable to support his weight.

His kneecaps had shattered, his legs twisted and broken. He sprawled on the rocky ground, agony tearing through him.

The elites of the great sects were stunned. This youth had struck, knowing the Heavenly Clan had come to demand justice—yet he remained so unyielding, defying all expectations!

The Celestial Immortal Academy disciples remained calm. They knew this was inevitable—this sect’s lineage was infamous for never backing down.

“You… are bringing ruin upon your sect!” Kun Mo howled.

He was bewildered. Hadn’t the youth been afraid earlier? Why had he suddenly turned violent?

“My name is Kun Mo.”

Fear gripped him as clarity returned. He hastily declared his status as one of the Six Heroes, hoping to intimidate Shi Hao and escape this ordeal.

*Thud!*

Shi Hao swept a kick across his jaw, splitting it open and rendering him speechless. Kun Mo flew sideways, crashing into a boulder, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.

“Are you famous?” Shi Hao asked darkly.

Humiliation and hatred filled Kun Mo. As one of the Heavenly Clan’s most renowned young elites, he was being treated with such disdain—this person hadn’t even heard of him!

“He was once one of the Heavenly Clan’s Six Heroes, but he’s been pushed out now—ranked eighth,” someone who disliked Kun Mo spoke up from the shadows.

“I don’t even know the names of the top three. Eighth? Never heard of you,” Shi Hao muttered.

It was the truth, but to the crowd, it sounded outrageous. This guy was too fierce, openly disrespecting the Heavenly Clan. Was he really just a disciple of a minor sect?

“Oww—!” What followed were screams that no longer sounded human—more like a beast’s howl, filled with utter misery.

Shi Hao held no goodwill toward the Heavenly Clan—in fact, he loathed them. He had escorted Yun Xi for hundreds of thousands of miles, fighting through the Bloody Plains, only for them to repay kindness with betrayal, imprisoning him in a dark cell to steal his treasures.

And now, one of their so-called “seed” figures had come to flaunt the Heavenly Clan’s might and authority before him? Wasn’t this just asking for death?

Shi Hao wasted no words, tormenting him relentlessly. A single slap didn’t just knock out teeth—it nearly took off his jaw. His bones were already shattered beyond recognition.

“Stop! Brother, there’s no need for such ruthlessness. Show mercy where you can,” someone pleaded, trying to intervene and curry favor with the Heavenly Clan.

“You misjudged the situation!” Shi Hao said. A streak of lightning lashed out—*crackle!*—the Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Technique. The man was charred black, convulsing as he collapsed.

Many paled. That was a member of the Nine-Headed Serpent lineage, infamous for their grudges—and this guy had struck without hesitation.

“Brother, you should stop. Otherwise, your sect may face disaster,” someone else cautioned gently, fearing they’d be next if they spoke too harshly.

Shi Hao sneered. “I’m beating the Heavenly Clan on purpose. Even if all Six Heroes came, I’d thrash them all the same.”

The crowd gasped. This wasn’t just arrogance—it was a declaration of war against the Heavenly Clan!

After all, the Heavenly Clan’s top young genius, You Yu, was about to arrive, along with the peerlessly beautiful Yun Xi. Yet this guy dared to speak so boldly?

Kun Mo was utterly dumbfounded, beaten beyond recognition, his mind blank. Who was this person? He showed no fear of the Heavenly Clan—he was targeting them!

“Do you hold hostility toward me? Want to stand up for the Heavenly Clan?” Shi Hao’s gaze turned dangerous as he fixed it on certain disciples of the great sects.

Apart from the Celestial Immortal Academy, the others found it absurd to be threatened by a disciple of a rundown sect—but they had to admit he was terrifyingly strong!

What followed made their hearts race. This guy was too domineering—he actually attacked those who had shown hostility toward him earlier.

“You—!”

Those targeted were both shocked and furious. Though they had exchanged glances of hostility, none had acted—yet he struck first!

“If you hold hostility, I’ll oblige you!” Shi Hao’s body swirled with golden vortices, drawing in the essence of heaven and earth—the Golden Ripple Art from the Kun Peng Technique, replenishing his energy.

Then, thunder roared. Hundreds of golden lightning arcs erupted from his body, selectively enveloping certain individuals.

Shi Hao was now incredibly powerful—he had slain the Netherworld Prince and even cooked and eaten the strongest descendant of the Purple-Gold True Howl. Dealing with these people was effortless.

In moments, the young elites of various sects were electrocuted en masse, like dumplings tossed into boiling water—*sizzle!*—all cooked at once.

Kun Mo was terrified. The last shreds of his clarity told him he had provoked a demon. This guy was horrifying—utterly unafraid of any sect, strong and unrestrained.

The crowd was petrified. The elites of the great sects were stunned into silence, none daring to speak up. The scene fell eerily quiet.

*Crack!*

The final lightning arc struck Kun Mo, making his soul tremble. Despair filled him—Shi Hao had crippled his cultivation!

“Get lost!” Shi Hao kicked him away, sending him tumbling into the crowd. He sternly warned everyone to leave immediately.

Many wore strange expressions. This guy was too unorthodox—was he really challenging the Heavenly Clan?

“Brother, your actions may bring disaster. You should prepare,” someone kindly advised via mental transmission.

“No matter. I’ll wait right here. Let’s see what experts the Heavenly Clan has. If all Six Heroes come, I’ll take them on!” Shi Hao declared.

The crowd was stunned, then shaken. Was this a declaration of war? Everyone realized a storm was coming. You Yu and Yun Xi were about to arrive—conflict was inevitable!

With things at this point, no one dared act. The disciples of the great sects exchanged glances before retreating down the mountain.

Many were puzzled. What kind of sect was this? So rundown, yet with such a terrifying disciple? Something was clearly amiss.

They turned to the Celestial Immortal Academy students, suspicion in their eyes, demanding answers.

The mountain gate fell silent once more.

Shi Hao walked inward, spotting Qi Daolin meditating atop a “Tiger-Leaping Stone.” He spoke softly, “Sect Master, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” Qi Daolin remained seated, eyes closed.

“I have some secrets,” Shi Hao said.

“Who doesn’t? It’s nothing,” Qi Daolin replied calmly.

“Sect Master, many sects are searching for me,” Shi Hao confessed.

Qi Daolin gave a noncommittal hum, opening his eyes to indicate he knew.

“You knew?” Shi Hao was shocked.

“Otherwise, why would I bring you back? Not just anyone can become a disciple of the Supreme Dao Field,” Qi Daolin said. Now clad in golden robes, he exuded an immortal’s grace, his eyes deep and imposing.

Shi Hao was stunned, then said, “Since you know who I am, I have no reservations. Sect Master, I want to raze the Heavenly Clan’s external strongholds—like the divine mine in Fire Province. Will that cause trouble?”

“Go ahead,” Qi Daolin said simply.