Boom!

Su Hao shouted coldly, his voice rolling out like thunder. At once, the noisy scene fell silent. Everyone stood dumbfounded—a mere young brat had actually berated an elder of an immortal sect.

Was this kid sick in the head?

"Su Hao," Luo Tianying called out softly from afar. Even as the young master of a great family, he did not dare say much to an immortal sect elder. In his heart, Ling Feng was simply audacious beyond measure.

And courting death.

But the moment his words fell, a Luo Family elder immediately took him away. "Behind you stands the entire Luo Family. Don't ruin your future over something irrelevant."

Luo Tianying gritted his teeth and clenched his fists hard. He could not act as his heart wished. Behind him stood the entire Luo Family; he represented the Luo Family and could not act willfully.

Under Su Hao's cold shout, Elder Zhang's face darkened to the extreme, as though water could drip from it. He said coldly, "Are you insulting me?"

"I gave you enough face, yet you lean on your age and flaunt your seniority. If you dare make another move, I'll take your life!" Though Su Hao was mature, he was still young and hot-blooded. Moreover, he had inherited the Demon Sovereign's legacy, becoming the Demon Sovereign's second life; his temperament had inevitably been influenced by it.

How could a mighty figure of the Immortal Realm willingly suffer humiliation at the hands of an elder from a first-rate immortal sect?

"Bold indeed!" Elder Zhang's rage surged, white smoke rising from the top of his head. Everything that had happened today was something he had never experienced in the mortal world. In his eyes, Su Hao had to die.

Su Wuyong and the others sneered even more broadly. The outcome was better than they had hoped—Su Hao had completely enraged Elder Zhang. There was no need for them to act; Su Hao was already doomed beyond doubt.

"Hmph, a young brat who knows neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth." The elder of the One Sword Sect shouted coldly. He held no grudge against Su Hao, but why not use this chance to give Elder Zhang some face?

To him, Su Hao was insignificant, dispensable.

"Such a madman need only be killed." The elder of the White Jade Immortal Gate swept a disdainful glance over Su Hao, like an emperor looking down upon an ant.

"Master, this man has shown you disrespect. Let your disciple serve you—why would killing him require your personal action?" Su Wuyong stepped forward, staring at Su Hao with a cold smile as killing intent burst from his eyes.

"With my status, he truly is unworthy of my killing. Go. Destroy him in one move." Elder Zhang's gaze shifted. He understood Su Wuyong's intentions, and as he spoke, his magical power spread out, holding back Lin Yaoyao and Su Jingshan.

Su Hao was isolated on his own.

"Good!"

Su Wuyong sneered and strode forward. Looking at Su Hao, he said, "You worthless trash, back in the Su Family, I could beat you until you couldn't tell east from west. Now, I need only one move to take your life!"

Su Hao fixed him with an icy stare, his expression filled with utter disdain.

"Die!"

Su Wuyong strode out, his magical power surging forth. The aura of the fourth level of Qi Condensation swept across the entire scene, immediately drawing gasps of amazement from many.

"He's at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, yet the aura he gives off is terrifying."

"As expected of Elder Zhang's disciple. He truly is extraordinary."

Many people exclaimed in admiration, taking the opportunity to flatter him as well.

The Great Elder and the others sneered, their eyes fixed straight ahead as they waited for Su Hao to be destroyed in a single move.

Boom!

At that moment, Su Wuyong's fist came crashing down. The Blazing Fire Immortal Sect was renowned for its fire-element techniques, and Su Wuyong unleashed his most practiced move, Fierce Tiger Battles Heaven, charging straight at Su Hao.

He had tempered this move through countless trials.

"Too weak. You've spent three years in an immortal sect—did you feed all that time to the dogs?" Su Hao's calm words rang throughout the scene. He continued, "Such trash is useless to my Su Family."

His words were contemptuous, his bearing contemptuous. As he raised his fist, it looked even soft and powerless, slowly pushing forward.

Even more people sneered inwardly, looking down on Su Hao. He was simply too weak. With such a feeble punch, many felt they could easily take him down themselves.

Su Wuyong thought the same. A cold smile of certain victory had already appeared on his face as his fist blasted down, a tiger's roar shaking the heavens!

But—

Boom!

The collision erupted with tremendous force, whipping up a roaring gale. Within that gale, the youth did not move an inch, standing proud as a mountain. Su Wuyong, however, was sent flying outright, blood spraying from his mouth.

In an instant, the entire scene fell silent!

Disbelief filled every pair of eyes.

The Great Elder and the others changed expression drastically, their faces full of shock. In their eyes, Su Hao's cultivation should not have exceeded the third level of Qi Condensation. How could he be so terrifying?

Su Wuyong crashed to the ground, sitting there in a daze, utterly unable to believe it. He had lost?

"I will kill you!" The next moment, his face twisted savagely again. Like a demon king roaring, his fury overturned the heavens. He leaped up and charged forward with a howling gale.

Before all these witnesses, he had been defeated by the worthless trash he had always looked down upon. It was an unbearable humiliation, like being slapped across the face several times.

"I said you are trash, so you are trash. I am the Su Family's patriarch. You have shown me disrespect—you deserve death!" Su Hao's voice remained light and airy, yet after his words fell, a thunderous shock rang out across the scene.

Boom!

A body exploded.

Blood and shattered flesh sprayed in all directions.

Su Wuyong, who had been charging forward, died!

Before he could even let out a scream, he had already met a miserable death.

Su Hao had used the Shockburst Technique, planting concealed force within his opponent's body. With a single thought, he could make it explode.

The entire scene fell silent once more. Those who had previously believed Su Hao to be weak and unable to withstand a single blow now wore terrified expressions, unconsciously retreating backward. This youth was no ordinary mortal.

"Wuyong!" The Great Elder cried out in heartbreak. His eldest son had always been his pride, his hope of making a comeback, yet now he had died miserably before his very eyes.

He glared at Su Hao, his eyes bloodshot and filled with boundless hatred.

Elder Zhang was equally stunned. The next moment, he roared, "You're courting death! With me here, you dare kill my disciple?"

His mana surged forth once more.

"Bold indeed. With me here, you dare kill my disciple?" At that moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out. A middle-aged man in black strode over, and before anyone could react, he had already mounted the high platform.

The entire crowd froze.

Elder Zhang's expression twisted savagely. With immense fury in his eyes, he looked over, opened his mouth, and was about to curse...

But!

"You..." He only managed to spit out one word. The rest lodged in his throat like a drake whose neck had been seized, unable to make another sound.

At the same time, overwhelming terror abruptly flooded his face.

Not only him—even the elders from the first-level Immortal Sects rose from their seats in panic, staring at the newcomer with fearful expressions.

"I, Xiao Wuji, finally found a promising seedling, and you old bastard still dare target him?" The newcomer was the very middle-aged man Su Hao had encountered in the mountains.

This man was known as the Ink Ghost Qilin, Xiao Wuji, an elder of the second-level Immortal Sect, Spirit Creek Sect.

His status was even more terrifying than that of a first-level Immortal Sect's sect master.

Thud!

Elder Zhang dropped straight to his knees in fright. Su Hao was this man's disciple, yet he had actually provoked this man's disciple?

"This... I, you..." Elder Zhang did not know what to do. He looked like a man who had lost his soul.

"What's with all this 'I' and 'you'? You offended my disciple, so tell me—how should this be handled?" Xiao Wuji lazily sat down in a chair, his gaze carrying an amused smile as he looked at Su Hao.