The Flower-Cherishing Granny was utterly dazed, her mouth full of blood. Who dared treat her like this? Right in front of everyone, a flurry of slaps rained down on her face. It must be known—she hailed from the Heaven-Mending Sect, a colossal and untouchable orthodoxy in the mortal realm.
“You little cur…!” The old woman roared in fury, snapping out of her stupor with a shriek.
*Slap! Slap!*
Without a word, Shi Hao struck again, the crisp sound echoing in everyone’s ears. The sight of such brutal slaps landing on a revered elder left many gaping in disbelief.
*Slap!*
With the final strike, the old woman’s face swelled grotesquely, her lips puffing up like two violet crystals. The scene was so humiliating it bordered on absurd.
Silence gripped the surroundings. The onlookers trembled inwardly, wanting to speak but finding no words. They knew—this was the beginning of a storm. To dare strike a Heaven-Mending Sect elder? There would be no peaceful resolution.
“Young friend, mercy begets mercy. Spare the Flower-Cherishing Daoist of the Heaven-Mending Sect,” an elder interceded, attempting to mediate.
Shi Hao cast a cold glance. The Heaven-Mending Sect was vast and powerful, likely to soon extend its reach into the Barren Wastes. This man’s plea was nothing but an attempt to curry favor with the supreme sect.
“Scram!” Shi Hao spat. He had already slain several elders today—what was one more? The Flower-Cherishing Granny and her ilk had schemed against him with malice. There would be no forgiveness.
The mediator’s face darkened, but he swallowed his rage and retreated silently. He had made his gesture toward the Heaven-Mending Sect but had no intention of provoking Shi Hao further—this youth’s ferocity was notorious, his dominance undeniable.
“Release me!” the Flower-Cherishing Granny snarled. Never in her life had she suffered such humiliation. Even if she killed him now, the disgrace would linger.
“You think you’re some lord I should serve before letting go?” Shi Hao sneered, tightening his grip around her throat, nearly crushing her windpipe.
“Young man, let me go. Pretend this never happened,” she whispered, her voice barely audible—the lowest concession she could muster.
“What? I didn’t hear you!” Shi Hao mocked loudly.
“You—!” A flash of murderous intent flickered in her eyes. Were this not the Void God Realm, she would never debase herself before a junior.
“Me what? You cursed me with vile tricks, and now you want to walk away like nothing happened? Who do you think you are? The Heaven-Mending Sect means nothing to me—cross me, and I’ll slaughter you all the same!”
The crowd shuddered. This youth was unyielding, his declaration leaving no room for reconciliation—only annihilation.
“Hahaha!” A booming laugh echoed from the skies. The man wreathed in divine flames, locked in battle with Lunar Grace, watched the scene below with amusement. “Well struck! That hag had it coming. Just behead her already!”
Lunar Grace sighed, glancing at the Flower-Cherishing Granny with disdain. Incompetence tarnished the Heaven-Mending Sect’s prestige.
The fiery man taunted, “Lunar Grace, see how wretched your servants are? The Heaven-Mending Sect recruits anyone these days—stronger, yes, but decadent. Come with me instead. I’ll treat you well. Dual cultivation, united we’ll reign supreme!”
His brazen proposition stunned the crowd. Today, not only Shi Hao defied the heavens—this man dared claim a Heaven-Mending fairy as his own.
“Release me,” the Flower-Cherishing Granny hissed. “You may vent your rage now, but know this—the Heaven-Mending Sect will descend upon the Barren Wastes. Oppose us, and your clan, your legacy, will be erased!”
*Slap!*
This time, Shi Hao’s strike shattered her arm, blood mist spraying.
“Threaten me?” His voice was glacial. “No one dares use my kin against me. If you seek war, I’ll eradicate you first!”
The old woman convulsed in agony, her face twisted. The loss of an arm seared through flesh and soul alike. Humiliation and pain intertwined—she wished for the earth to swallow her whole. If she survived, she vowed to hunt Shi Hao down in the real world. Genius meant nothing if cut down before maturity.
*Thud!*
But in Shi Hao’s grasp, her suffering had only begun. A silver flash severed her other arm, scattering it into the void.
“You little demon!” she shrieked, her sanity fraying under the torment.
“Disgusting crone. Still barking on death’s door? Let me teach you manners.”
*Slap!*
Her jaw dislocated with the next blow, her screams raw and desperate.
“Daoist, mercy begets mercy,” another elder interjected, his tone sinister. They sensed Shi Hao’s exhaustion—his earlier onslaught with the Kun Peng technique had drained him.
“All of you, scram! Or I’ll slaughter you one by one!” Shi Hao growled.
*Crack!*
He stomped, snapping the old woman’s legs. The bone-shattering sound sent chills down every spine. A revered elder, humiliated in death—such terror was unprecedented.
“You—! No matter your talent, the world will have no place for you!” she screeched.
“I fear no threats.”
“Good, good! You’ll regret this! Your tribe will be wiped from existence!”
Rage flared in Shi Hao’s heart. Stone Village was his sanctuary—none could threaten it, not even in passing.
*Splat!*
His palm descended, reducing her body to pulp. Only her flickering true spirit remained, desperate to flee—her last hope for resurrection.
With a cold laugh, Shi Hao seized it, a crimson Soul-Suppressing Pagoda glowing in his grasp.
“No! NO!” she wailed, thrashing in despair. Had she known this would be her end, she would never have provoked this demon.
*Poof.*
The pagoda trembled, scattering her spirit to the winds.
The crowd stood frozen. A Heaven-Mending Sect elder—slain just like that. The repercussions would shake the heavens.
All eyes turned to Shi Hao, now marked by awe and dread. To cross him was to invite annihilation, even for a supreme sect’s elder.
Many elders now weighed their next steps. This youth, once fully grown, would spare none who wronged him—gods included.
“You’ve killed the Flower-Cherishing Granny. The Heaven-Mending Sect will hunt you to the ends of the earth!” an elder spat.
“Killed her, so what? Shame on you, a supposed elder, cowering before a sect. The Barren Wastes belong to its people, not the Heaven-Mending Sect.”
“Arrogant fool! After today, the world itself will reject you!” another sneered, eager to align with the sect.
Shi Hao only laughed.
Then—a light, melodious chuckle.
A breathtaking figure emerged, her skin like snow, hair like night, eyes brimming with playful cunning.
The Enchantress.
“The Heaven-Mending Sect doesn’t rule the skies,” she mused, her voice like celestial music. “From this day forth, Brother Shi shall be an honored guest of the Sky-Severing Sect!”
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