Such words struck fear into the hearts of all, sending a tremor through everyone present! Shi Hao stood clad in golden battle armor, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, wielding a divine sword. His jet-black hair shimmered, his gaze profound, exuding an extraordinary aura of valor. The crimson sunset painted the sky as this godlike youth blocked the path of five great Venerable Ones, his imposing presence both awe-inspiring and humbling.
Yet, at this critical juncture, the cultivators of the Three Sects refused to be outdone. Especially the proud young disciples—direct pupils of the Venerable Ones—who had been brought here to broaden their horizons. Their hostility was palpable. A fair-faced woman feigned disdain and sneered, “Such arrogance! To speak of slaying five Venerable Ones—are you dreaming? Even a reincarnated Celestial could not achieve such a feat at your age.”
“Perhaps he truly believes himself a reborn deity, recalling his past lives,” another chimed in, laughing mockingly. The others joined in the derision.
The five Venerable Ones remained silent, their expressions indifferent as they observed the solitary youth standing against the twilight. Radiant and unyielding, he surveyed them all with a gaze that transcended mere enmity. Even his foes could not deny his prodigious talent—his bearing, his divine resonance with the heavens, his affinity with the Great Dao. His body shimmered with iridescent light, pristine yet martial.
“Though his appearance is striking, perhaps his inner strength is lacking. To dare such insolence before Venerable Ones—he will surely fall, broken and bloodied,” a jealous young cultivator from the Three Sects taunted.
Shi Hao ignored them, his focus solely on the five Venerable Ones. The tension between them was palpable, their auras clashing, forming an invisible domain of power. The young disciples, despite their pride, felt a chill upon sensing Shi Hao’s unfathomable presence.
“Little Stone, why so silent? Are you afraid? It’s too late for regrets now,” one of them jeered, hoping to weaken his resolve.
“So-called Human Emperor, you are but a joke before the eternal heritage of the Three Sects. Dynasties rise and fall, yet we endure. The Stone Nation is but a drop in the ocean, and you—a false emperor—shall be dethroned today!” another mocked.
Finally, Shi Hao moved. A cold glance, like twin silver lightning bolts, pierced through them. The young disciples shuddered, their souls quaking as if struck by thunder. Those who had spoken earlier coughed blood, staggering back in terror.
A mere glance had wounded them—such was his might! Their faces paled. How could someone younger than them possess such power?
“Quite the spectacle, borrowing imperial dragon qi to masquerade as a pseudo-Venerable. Do you truly believe you can oppose us?” an elder from the Heaven-Mending Sect spoke, his gaze dark.
Shi Hao remained composed, unshaken by their words. With a resonant *clang*, his golden sword unsheathed, casting a radiant arc across the heavens as he pointed it at the five Venerable Ones. Battle intent surged, stirring the clouds.
A tide of killing intent flooded the air, vast as an ocean, pressing down on all. The Heaven-Mending Sect’s Venerable One shielded his disciples with divine flames, his expression icy.
“Stubborn fool,” he chided, stepping forward.
“The fool is you,” Shi Hao replied calmly, though his patience was wearing thin.
“How dare you ignore our Venerable’s words?” a disciple barked from behind the elder’s protection.
“Let the Venerable Ones crush him, exposing the gulf between him and our eternal sects. His glory is but an illusion!” another sneered.
“Silence! You have no right to speak!” Shi Hao’s gaze swept over them as he took a step forward. A mysterious ripple surged, and two disciples—despite their shelter—were engulfed in light. Their bodies shattered, dissolving into bloody mist before igniting into nothingness.
The five Venerable Ones frowned. Two of their disciples had perished under their noses—an unacceptable loss of control. The remaining youths trembled, realizing their peril.
“Your bloodlust is overwhelming. Join our Western Sect, and we shall purify your heart, guiding you to enlightenment,” one of the Western Sect’s Venerable Ones offered.
The five Venerable Ones radiated sacred light, shielding their disciples.
Shi Hao laughed, his black hair wild, exuding defiance. “Purify me? Today, I shall enlighten *you*!”
He advanced, golden lotuses blooming beneath his feet—a divine omen that stunned even the Western Sect’s Venerable One.
“Little Stone, do not persist in folly. Surrender now, and you may yet be spared,” the Heaven-Mending Sect’s elder urged.
Shi Hao’s eyes turned glacial. “The middle-aged nun is dead. Will you be next?”
His golden sword flashed, unleashing a radiant arc like a falling sun. The Heaven-Mending Sect’s Venerable roared in disbelief, summoning a fiery qilin to counter the strike.
The collision shook the heavens, a tempest of divine power. Without the Venerable Ones’ protection, the disciples would have perished.
As the dust settled, the five Venerable Ones unleashed their full might, their auras merging like five sacred mountains.
Shi Hao stood firm, his sword cleaving through their oppressive momentum. “You too, Mount Immortal’s Venerable Ones? Then do not blame me for showing no mercy.”
“Little Stone, we came to save you. How can you oppose us alone?” the two Mount Immortal Venerable Ones called.
“His Majesty is the Human Emperor! Cease your disrespect!” Peng Jiu shouted from afar.
“Silence!” a Venerable One snapped.
“You are the ones who should be silent!” Shi Hao retorted.
The Heaven-Mending Sect’s elder, consumed by fury over his fallen comrade, struck first. “Young Emperor, Little Stone—your end is here!”
A crimson qilin surged forth, its runes shaking the heavens. The other four Venerable Ones advanced, their combined might crushing down.
Shi Hao smirked, stomping the ground. The world shifted, divine light erupting as the Heaven-Mending Sect’s elder was isolated within a radiant formation.
“A divine formation?!” the elder gasped in horror.
“I’ve already tested your sect’s techniques. You need not waste my time. Rest in peace.”
The formation blazed, its symbols overwhelming the elder. Shi Hao stepped forward, his sword flashing—and the elder’s head flew, blood arcing high.
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