Shi Family King, Nicknamed Sun-Heaven

"Heh, a half-step to level six, is it?"

Mu Chen let out a noncommittal chuckle and began walking toward Shi Hao.

Seeing this, the stall owner named Zhou hurriedly reached out to pull him back. "Brother Mu, this is the trading market. The Guardians are watching at all times; it's not like the other day."

This was a reminder to Mu Chen.

Pushing the boundaries at the city gates a couple of days ago was one thing.

But the trading market was the absolute core area of the Sanctuary, under the scrutiny of all parties.

If Mu Chen broke the rules by starting a fight here, did he really think the Five Great Academies were made of clay?

"I forgot; I was too focused on beating him to death right here. My thanks, Brother Zhou."

Mu Chen halted his steps and cast a look of goodwill toward the kind-hearted man.

The burly youth known as Shi Hao saw the disappointment instantly wash over his face.

He had intended to goad Mu Chen into making a move, but his efforts had fallen short at the final hurdle.

Hmph, meddlesome brat. I'll deal with you when I get the chance.

Shi Hao cast a covert glance at the stall owner named Zhou, marking him in his mind.

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"Let's go. You and I, a battle outside the city."

Mu Chen looked at Shi Hao with a faint, mocking smile before his figure flickered and vanished.

Shi Hao snorted coldly and led his gang of thugs in hot pursuit.

"A good show is about to start!"

The human geniuses nearby, never ones to shy away from a spectacle, called out to their friends and followed along, creating a massive commotion as if it were a festival.

In an instant, the entire city was in motion.

On a vast, open space on the outskirts of the Sanctuary.

A sea of people had gathered, a dense, swarming crowd. The various factions who had heard the news had already surrounded the area, three layers deep, creating a deafening roar.

On the field, two figures with vastly different temperaments stood facing each other.

"See that? These people have all come to admire the prestige of the Twin Kings of the Shi Clan."

Shi Hao spread his arms, eyes half-closed, a look of intoxication on his face.

He loved this feeling of being pursued and adored.

"If you say so."

Mu Chen stood with his hands at his sides, nodding perfunctorily.

Shi Hao was quite dissatisfied with his dismissive attitude, but he did not lash out.

He twisted the Mustard Seed Bracelet on his wrist and summoned a divine weapon.

Boom! A pitch-black refined iron hammer slammed into the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

It was as large as a millstone and heavy as a beast, standing half a man's height including the handle.

The mere impact caused the ground to crack repeatedly; it weighed at least three or four hundred jin.

The Heavy Heaven Hammer, a peerless spiritual weapon bestowed by the upper echelons of the Shi Clan.

Even without spiritual power amplification, a single strike would be enough to smash a person into paste, turning them into a spray of flesh and blood—the pressure it exuded was immense.

"Hiss, that hammer must be at least a high-grade spiritual weapon."

Someone in the crowd whispered.

While the plane's rules forbade the use of spiritual power, preventing spiritual weapons from displaying their radiance, the development of spiritual weaponry had long since established a mature evaluation system.

"My ancestors made a living as blacksmiths, so as a descendant of the Shi Clan, it is only reasonable, logical, and legal for me to carry a hammer, right?"

"Hahaha, that's just too funny!"

After saying this, Shi Hao didn't wait for a response and began laughing foolishly to himself.

He looked, frankly, not very bright.

What a lunatic!

Many of the human geniuses felt cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

Even the lackeys brought by this king of the Shi Clan covered their faces with their hands, looking so ashamed they wanted to flee.

When would their boss ever grow out of his habit of telling terrible jokes before a fight?

Mu Chen felt goosebumps rising all over his skin, so embarrassed he nearly dug a three-bedroom apartment into the ground with his toes.

He stared at Shi Hao with a blank expression, his aura growing increasingly cold.

The great enemies of others were either battle-crazed maniacs or peerless monsters.

At the very least, he is a Daoist sword cultivator and a devil of the Origin Sect.

Why? Why are his opponents all more ridiculous than the last!

"Hmph, although you are a boring brat, I shall grant you immunity."

"Since you lack a suitable weapon, I shall discard my spirit weapon as well."

Shi Hao snorted coldly and actually tossed away that peerless-grade spirit weapon in front of everyone.

BOOM, the war hammer, weighing several hundred catties, was cast aside casually, slamming into the mud.

"Come, let us have a fair fight!"

He lowered his waist and abdomen, planted his legs in a horse stance, and formally issued the challenge.

Anyone who witnessed this scene would have to cheer inwardly.

Marvelous. Although this King of the Shi family has some schemes, his nature is not bad; he is quite—holy crap, what is that thing!

"Good, let us have a fair fight!"

On the field, Mu Chen's expression was unreadable.

He let out a sudden, long roar, his eyes burning with fierce battle intent, and under the gaze of countless bewildered onlookers, he summoned an ancient-looking war staff and charged forward.

"That is..."

Once Shi Hao saw clearly what was in his opponent's hand, his gaze went blank.

The next moment, as he attempted to block with his bare hands, he felt his vision blur.

BOOM!!!

A gale swept through, and a black shadow filled his vision.

Shi Hao was sent flying instantly like a ragdoll by the savage, immense force transmitted from the long staff, with no resistance whatsoever.

Puff, puff, puff. The retreating figure snapped over a dozen towering trees before barely stopping his momentum, slamming heavily into the base of a large tree.

With a long, narrow black mark imprinted on his cheek, Shi Hao struggled to rise.

Clutching his chest, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, stared fixedly at the figure strolling toward him, and muttered, "Young man, you do not play by the rules of martial virtue."

As the words fell, his vision blurred, and he could no longer hold on, fainting dead away.

Damn it, the times have changed!

By the way, if you have the chance, trouble yourself to change your name.

The name Shi Hao is too profound; your status cannot suppress it.

Not only will it shave away your fortune and luck, but you will also suffer a backlash.

Mu Chen stood with his staff retracted, landing beside the unconscious Shi Hao.

"Whoa, over twelve hundred points."

"Not bad, Brother Ri Tian is quite wealthy."

Mu Chen, having searched out the Blood-Colored Token from his bosom, nodded in satisfaction and immediately transferred all the points. With these added, he would be able to break through the three-thousand mark.

The human geniuses watching from the sidelines stared at this scene, dumbfounded.

"Come, explain to me, what the hell is a surprise!"

Many of the older ones cried out that they were outdated, falling behind the trends of the era.

So, this is what a "fair fight" means.

"I... I have attained enlightenment!"

Of course, the winner takes all; there is no need to say more.

Already, some busybodies were roughly estimating the true combat power of the Hundred Spirits Youth.

In the battle at the city gate tower, he suppressed the peak level-five spirit body, Chu Qi.

In today's battle, he struck down the King of the Shi family, the level-six spirit body, Shi Hao, with a single staff blow.

Although it was a surprise attack, it was still enough to prove that Mu Chen's combat power surpassed that of Shi Hao.

In other words, Mu Chen had likely already broken through to a level-six spirit body and was also a King!

Having plundered all the points, Mu Chen left, feeling satisfied.

Failing to find his wife and having obtained the black paper, his journey in the Sanctuary should come to an end.

"Boss, Boss, wake up, Boss!"

Only after this humanoid devil had gone far away did Shi Hao's lackeys dare to step forward, helping him up in a flurry and, without a second thought, pulling out various spirit pills to force-feed him.

"It's all your fault, you bastard!"

"Had you accepted the boss's request earlier, none of what followed would have happened."

Seeing his boss in such a miserable state, one of Shi Hao's die-hard lackeys flew into a rage.

This Level 5 Spirit Body directed the full force of his fury toward the stall owner surnamed Zhou.

"Trash, get lost!"

"Ah!"

Before he could even make a move, he was suppressed on the spot by the original owner of the black paper.

"Zhou Ling, it's him!"

A human genius wore a thoughtful expression before exclaiming in shock.

Zhou Ling was also a renowned king-tier figure.

To think that a king born in the Northern Sanctuary would actually appear in the Eastern Heavens.

The crowd couldn't help but sigh; the Sanctuary was truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, teeming with big shots!