Chapter 798: Sinful Blood and Carnage

The moon hung high in the sky, radiant and pure.

Before the broken cliff, numerous cultivators stood in awe, their eyes fixed in one direction, mouths agape, hearts pounding, and souls trembling.

That youth was astonishing. A symbol blazed on his forehead, dazzling and intense, like a celestial sun awakening, rising to illuminate the heavens.

“Sinful blood? What sin? Who decides? Is it up to you?!” Shi Hao spoke, his gaze icy, devoid of emotion.

Many were terrified. Such dense sinful blood must rival the ancient great evils, right? Never seen before, not even in legends.

“Who… are you?” the golden-robed woman on the cliff stammered, her voice trembling. This spectacle was unprecedented—sinful blood manifesting as runes, illuminating the night sky beyond imagination.

She hailed from Sword Valley, one of the strongest young talents of her generation, a direct descendant of the clan.

Sword Valley was the foremost sect of Sword Province, and among the three thousand provinces, it stood as one of the most supreme orthodoxies! Otherwise, how could it have nurtured a peerless genius who once swept through the upper realm’s young elites in ancient times, claiming the title of the world’s strongest?

Shi Hao remained silent, staring coldly at her. He despised such claims—who gave them the right to label them as “sinful blood descendants,” an insulting title?

If there truly was sin, so be it. But that symbol had once represented glory and honor in the past!

Shi Hao stood still, sacred light erupting from his brow, illuminating the heavens, forming the character for “sin” in the void, shattering clouds and shining brilliantly.

This sight not only unnerved the golden-robed woman but also horrified the other cultivators. Even heavenly deities would be stirred—such a phenomenon was rare throughout history.

Only those from Sin Province were dumbfounded. Which lineage did he belong to? How could such powerful sinful blood runes still manifest today? Unbelievable!

Shi Hao’s aura surged, creating immense pressure as he stepped forward, closing in on the woman from Sword Valley.

“Your ancestors were great evils. What’s wrong with this title? It’s a consensus among the major sects,” the golden-robed woman said, steadying herself despite her shock, staring at the youth.

She didn’t believe he would dare attack—her clan’s peerless genius had just appeared, engaging in battle with Chang Gong Yan.

“You claim our blood is sinful, that we bring calamity to the world. Then tell me, in which era did our ancestors wreak havoc?” Shi Hao demanded.

He truly hoped she would reveal some secrets, allowing him to uncover more of the past and grasp the truth.

“The world knows. The strongest sects have long agreed!” the golden-robed woman declared, her eyes gleaming as she raised a bone mirror, directing it at Shi Hao. “Even it recognizes you, sensing your dense sinful blood. Every sect has such treasures.”

“So there’s no evidence, just accusations from ancient sects,” Shi Hao said, disappointed. The woman couldn’t provide any real secrets.

“Sinful blood descendants have been relatively low-key these years,” the woman said, her innate superiority showing, though she dared not act arrogantly now—this youth was too dangerous.

Though she thought herself tactful, Shi Hao found her words grating, his gaze turning frigid, chilling the air around them.

“You think we’re being high-profile now? You’re the one looking down on us, scanning us with your mirror, hunting us down. What should we do?”

Shi Hao approached the cliff, locking eyes with her.

“What… are you doing? Such aggression!” the woman snapped, her face darkening. As one of Sword Valley’s top talents, she had never been cornered like this.

But she was uneasy—this youth’s sinful blood was unprecedentedly dense, unmatched in recent times.

“Take back your words. What sin? How dare you judge!” Shi Hao growled.

His body radiated light, his forehead blazing, the “sin” character hovering in the sky, filling the heavens with a mysterious aura, its fluctuations intense.

“Your ancestors were great evils, bringing ruin to the world. You refuse to repent, still so arrogant. Do you think there’s no law in this world?” the woman retorted, convinced sinful blood descendants deserved punishment.

“You know nothing!” Shi Hao roared. He had visited the ruins of Shi Nation, uncovering fragments of the truth—his ancestors had fought on the frontlines with their blood and lives, never returning. Their sacrifice could not be defiled.

“How dare you speak to me like this!” the woman seethed, unable to accept such disrespect.

She was a disciple of Sword Valley, one of the upper realm’s supreme orthodoxies, ranked among its strongest. No one dared slight her anywhere.

Moreover, her clan’s ancient peerless genius, Gu Jian Yun, had just appeared here. Who in this generation would dare disrespect him?

“I’m saying, who are you to speak nonsense?” Shi Hao said flatly.

“Are you challenging Sword Valley’s authority?” the woman demanded, reminding him that Sword Valley was an ancient, inviolable sect.

The ground shook as Shi Hao flicked his sleeve like a mountain, sending a gale that trembled the void.

“You—!” The woman’s eyes blazed. This was outright provocation, defiance of Sword Valley. She unleashed her power, golden sword energy coalescing in her right hand to meet his attack.

**Boom!**

Shi Hao’s sleeve struck with brutal force, sending her flying, blood trickling from her lips.

The gathered cultivators—elites from various provinces—gasped. One of Sword Valley’s top talents had been forced to cough blood in a single strike.

At the same time, they shuddered. This youth was unruly, unafraid of Sword Valley, striking without hesitation—dangerous indeed.

“Are you, a sinful blood descendant, challenging the order established by the major sects? They won’t tolerate your rebellion,” the woman spat.

“Oh? What if I do?” Shi Hao said, his aura intensifying.

Strangely, the “sin” character in the sky and the sacred light from his brow amplified his power, his “sinful blood” glowing even brighter, as if proclaiming some glory.

It was as if the “sin” character possessed a mystical power, enhancing him!

Shi Hao advanced, disdain and mockery in his eyes. The so-called order of the major sects was a shackle that needed to be shattered.

“Dare you act violently here?” the woman retreated, her pride as Sword Valley’s jewel clashing with her fear. She had never known submission or compromise.

“Violence? This is teaching you a lesson,” Shi Hao said.

“My clan’s Gu Jian Yun has emerged. Don’t overstep,” the woman warned.

The name “Gu Jian Yun” silenced the crowd. It was a taboo, suffocating in its weight.

Gu Jian Yun was a legend, renowned across the three thousand provinces in ancient times, dominating the “Immortal Ancient” era, slaughtering the strongest of all clans’ first-generation talents. With a sword in hand, he was invincible.

In his youth, he had forged a sword embryo within his body, its brilliance unmatched, said to slay all foes!

“That golden-robed man earlier?” Shi Hao asked.

“Indeed!” The woman lifted her chin, pride evident. Gu Jian Yun was Sword Valley’s prodigy, unmatched in history.

Past or present, the mere mention of his name made heroes retreat, forcing even the greatest talents to lower their heads.

This was why Sword Valley’s disciples acted so boldly—like her, accompanying their peerless genius, speaking arrogantly without fear of reprisal.

But today, she met her match. Shi Hao didn’t care. Hearing her words, his aura flared, and he struck decisively.

“You’re bringing disaster upon your sect, your lineage, your clan!” the woman threatened, retreating swiftly.

**Boom!**

Shi Hao unleashed his might, too fast for her to evade. She could only fight back.

Proud as she was, one of Sword Valley’s strongest heirs, she refused to be suppressed and humiliated. Sword energy erupted, slashing toward him.

The area was drowned in bone runes and sword light, a dazzling spectacle.

**Clang!**

But soon, a crisp sound rang out—half a broken sword flew into the air, landing on the moonlit ground.

It was Sword Valley’s divine sword, shattered in mere moments by the youth!

The crowd paled. This youth was formidable, breaking a divine artifact with ease, his strength unfathomable.

“Who is he? When did such a young expert appear? And with such dense sinful blood—unimaginable!”

This was everyone’s question as they stared.

“Ah—!” The woman screamed, desperately unleashing treasures to block Shi Hao.

Soon, she was disheveled, bloodied, a far cry from her earlier haughty demeanor, looking down on sinful blood descendants.

“Stop! If you continue, your entire clan will be purged!” she shrieked, truly afraid. What kind of monster was this? Unbeatable, absurdly strong.

Arrogant all her life, she only understood fear when death loomed—but it was too late.

Shi Hao hated threats. Alone as he was, if anyone traced him, they’d first have to deal with the infamous Qi Dao Lin.

**Whoosh!**

Shi Hao’s body gleamed, transforming into a divine sword—a technique he’d grasped in the Spirit Transformation Realm, embodying weapons, cauldrons, paths, pagodas… shaping all things.

Sword light illuminated the night like day as Shi Hao, now a blade, shot past, crimson blood splattering around.

The woman’s eyes widened in disbelief, a bead of blood trickling from her brow.

“Huh?” Everyone was stunned. Shi Hao seemed to have passed through her body, leaving only a drop of blood on her forehead.

“No other wounds?” they wondered.

But then, her eyes dulled, and with a **puff**, a crack split her from brow downward.

Blood sprayed as she split in two—cleaved by a single sword stroke!

Shi Hao, as the sword, had slain her instantly, his speed too fast to perceive until now.

“Incredible! He actually killed Sword Valley’s heir!” Tian Yao of the Demon Vein Clan clapped, cheering.

Others wore expressions of shock. To kill a Sword Valley disciple so decisively—this youth was fearsome!

“A sinful blood descendant killing Sword Valley’s heir—this will cause an uproar!”

The gathered powerhouses from various provinces were stunned. Gu Jian Yun, the undefeated myth, might still be nearby, yet Shi Hao had acted regardless—this would have massive repercussions!