One man faced an entire Great Sect, yet he gave off the air of someone who had them all surrounded.
Shi Hao was already well acquainted with situations like this.
Do something often enough, and you gained experience.
"Desolate, why have you barged into Immortal Hall?" an old man demanded. Judging by his aura, he was only at the peak of Dunyi.
Shi Hao could take him.
As long as they weren't Supremes, he could take them all.
"I came to collect a debt," Shi Hao said. "Immortal Hall led Demon Dragon Dao Gate, Sword Valley, and many other forces in slandering the Seven Tribes, saddling them with infamy for Eternal Ages."
"Three of the Seven Tribes have already been wiped out because of your false accusations. Their grievances and unwillingness to yield flow through all of Sin Province."
"Give me an explanation. I hope it's one I can accept."
"If I'm not satisfied, what happened to Demon Dragon Dao Gate will happen to you."
Shi Hao didn't even want to bring up the time Immortal Hall had hunted him down.
A blood debt owed to his people had to be repaid.
The Immortal Hall members' faces darkened. A junior barely in his twenties had stormed their gates to coerce and threaten them.
Since Immortal Hall's Dao Lineage had first been passed down, when had it ever suffered such a thing?
From ancient times, Immortal Hall had stood above all others, the uncrowned king of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.
If the Remnant Immortal showed himself a few times, Immortal Hall would be the true king of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.
Wherever Immortal Hall Disciples went, they were met with reverence and adoration. They were always the center of attention.
And now they had fallen to this.
It was