Fury Burns the Heavens

Su Hao's expression changed drastically. He turned into a gust of wind and rushed forward. The crowd scattered, revealing a figure on the ground. The sight was utterly miserable—blood had stained every inch of his skin crimson, and even the ground beneath him was soaked red.

His eyes were wide open. It was not that he did not want to close them, but stitches had been sewn into the corners of his eyes, making it impossible for his eyelids to shut. He could only watch as everyone pointed and whispered about him.

"Lin Yaoyao!"

A surge of fury shot straight into Su Hao's head, seeming ready to turn into blazing flames and burn the nine heavens.

He crouched down and said anxiously, "Hang on. I'll treat you immediately."

Lin Yaoyao's tendons in both hands and feet had been severed, his dantian and sea of qi shattered, and who knew how many of his bones had been crushed. An ordinary person would have long since died, but the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Formula Su Hao had taught him was profound and mysterious, granting him formidable self-healing abilities.

Su Hao bit his finger, letting blood gush out and drip into Lin Yaoyao's mouth. He was the incarnation of the Innate Dao Lotus; his flesh and blood were themselves great restorative medicine. Though he had not yet fully matured, their healing effects were still extraordinary.

As the blood flowed in, Lin Yaoyao's pain seemed to lessen. Su Hao picked open the stitches at the corners of his eyes, and tears rolled down from them, warm against his face.

"Brother Hao, I... I disgraced you. I couldn't beat them. There were six of them, and one was at the sixth level of Qi Condensation. Even though I broke through, I still wasn't a match for them."

Lin Yaoyao's voice was weak.

"Shut your mouth!"

Su Hao gave a muffled shout and swept his hand, directly putting him to sleep.

Lin Yaoyao's injuries were horrifying, especially those to his meridians and sea of qi. If they were not dealt with quickly, his entire life might be completely ruined.

There were several pills in Su Hao's mind that could treat meridians and the dantian, but his cultivation was not high enough for him to refine them.

"Is this your friend?" A mild voice suddenly sounded.

Su Hao did not look up, but he knew who it was—Xia Xiaojiu, whom he had met in the mountain forest.

"His injuries are serious. Elder Xiao Wuji of the East Gate is a fourth-grade alchemist; if he were here, perhaps he could treat him. But judging by how badly he was beaten, Elder Xiao must be away. Other than him, Elder Danyangzi of Danyang Hall is also a fourth-grade alchemist. If he takes action, there is still a chance to save him." Xia Xiaojiu pointed Su Hao toward a path, then added, "But Elder Danyangzi has an eccentric temperament and rarely opens his furnace. Moreover, he only refines pills in the mornings. That is an iron rule unchanged for ten thousand years. You can try your luck tomorrow."

Su Hao nodded. "Take care of him for me."

"Those people include a sword-path genius at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and he is an elder's nominal disciple." Xia Xiaojiu knew what Su Hao intended to do.

"I don't care who they are, and I don't care about their cultivation. Whoever touched my brother will repay it with their life!" Su Hao stood up, temporarily entrusting Lin Yaoyao to Xia Xiaojiu before striding toward the mountain peak.

"He's a real man, all right. Too bad his chances are slim." Xia Xiaojiu shook his head and swept his gaze around. "Get back to work. What are you standing around watching for? If those immortals don't get their food later, they'll come kill people."

"Yes, yes."

The people around them seemed quite wary of him and immediately dispersed.

Su Hao made his way up the mountain, his steps heavy. With every step he took, his fury grew another degree. Lin Yaoyao's miserable state, the tears in that six-foot man's eyes, all turned into killing intent within Su Hao's heart.

There was no need to ask. He knew who had done this.

At the North Gate, several cultivators were sparring atop a spacious fighting platform. Beneath it, a group of people had gathered together, chatting and laughing.

"That big idiot must be wishing he were dead. But the one I hate most is still that brat. When he comes back, I'll make him suffer even more miserably." Zhang Yuan was among them, speaking viciously. Su Hao had beaten him badly, and that thing below had nearly been scorched to a crisp. His hatred for Su Hao had reached an unsurpassable extreme.

"Don't worry. Big Brother will stand up for you. No matter who he is, once we find him, we'll definitely make him suffer." Beside Zhang Yuan stood a tall, burly man with a wild, rugged face and a tuft of brilliant red hair on his forehead.

He was Zhang Feng, a sixth-level Qi Condensation cultivator and an elder's nominal disciple. Among the North Gate outer disciples, he was quite renowned.

The surrounding disciples immediately began fawning over him, currying favor and flattering him.

"I'm here!"

At that moment, a low voice rang out. Su Hao approached with a cold face and long strides. Their conversation had reached his ears, making his killing intent even more violent.

The sudden voice instantly changed the expressions of the laughing group. Zhang Yuan looked over, his eyes filled with killing intent as he shouted coldly, "Brat, you finally came. Big Brother, it's him! I want to castrate him."

Zhang Feng narrowed his eyes at Su Hao. Sensing that Su Hao was merely at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, a sinister smile curled across his lips. "So you're the one who disrespected my little brother. Kneel before me immediately, and I can let you die a little more easily."

Su Hao strode forward, his eyes gradually reddening, bloodshot as he said, "Who laid hands on Lin Yaoyao?"

"Insolent! How dare you speak like that before Senior Brother Zhang Feng?"

"You're nothing but East Gate trash, yet you dare cause trouble at our North Gate? Be careful, or you'll die without a whole corpse."

Several cultivators around them shouted coldly. With Zhang Feng backing them, they were arrogant and overbearing.

"Who laid hands on him?" Su Hao stared at them and asked again coldly.

Zhang Feng smiled. "I struck the first blow. I crippled his dantian."

With his arms crossed, Zhang Yuan said arrogantly, "I did too. I severed the tendons in his hands and feet."

The others all sneered and said without restraint, "We all took part. We shattered his bones, stitched up the corners of his eyes, and threw him down at the foot of the mountain. We made him keep his eyes open and watch people humiliate him, wishing he were dead."

Once they finished speaking, the group burst into loud laughter. Their voices were piercing, smug and flamboyant, as though tormenting Lin Yaoyao like this were some tremendous achievement.

"Good!"

Su Hao strode forward. "Then all of you will die!"

"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you. If sect disciples wish to fight to the death, they must sign a life-and-death pact. Do you dare?" Zhang Feng sneered, paying no heed to him. In his eyes, Su Hao was someone he could crush with ease.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Hao threw out a life-and-death pact written in blood, already bearing his name.

"This brat actually dares sign a life-and-death pact? He's simply courting death!"

"How could trash like him possibly be a match for Brother Zhang Feng? Once Brother Zhang Feng draws his flying sword, he sweeps all before him, invincible!"

"Hmph. Trash that doesn't know what's good for him."

The people around them sneered coldly. Those on the dueling platform were drawn by the commotion as well, immediately gathering around to watch the show.

"Fine. Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish." Zhang Feng sneered, drawing blood and signing his name on the Book of Life and Death.

"Not just you. All of you." Su Hao fixed his gaze on them and spoke again.

"Impudence! Brother Zhang Feng alone is more than enough to kill you in seconds, and you still want to fight all of us?" they shouted, convinced Su Hao had been kicked in the head by a donkey.

"If he wants to die, we'll oblige him." Another person echoed him, flicking a finger. His blood formed his name and landed upon the Book of Life and Death. Zhang Yuan and the others followed suit, one after another.