Chapter 693

"What? Who is this kid? How can he be so powerful?"

"That young fire-ox clan cultivator is already a Mingwen realm expert, with immense strength and mastery over fire spiritual arts—how is he utterly powerless before this kid?"

"A child this young—could he be the legendary Shi Hao?"

The outer realm experts in the hall all showed expressions of shock, while the wasteland cultivators within the palace grew excited, their faces lit with joy.

"The Wasteland Marquis has arrived! The Wasteland Marquis has arrived!"

"Our wasteland's Shi Hao is here—you can't gloat anymore!"

All the young wasteland cultivators rejoiced; the arrival of outer realm beings had looked down on the wasteland and made them furious, but now Shi Hao had finally appeared, instantly crushing the fire-ox clan's outstanding genius and greatly boosting the wasteland's prestige.

"He's Shi Hao? He's this small?"

"I heard Shi Hao was still a child—is this really him?"

The young wasteland cultivators' words once again stunned the outer realm youths, and many turned their gazes toward him.

Whether from the Xuan Domain's Qianqian Princess, the Xiao Xitian cultivators, or countless others, all couldn't help but look over.

"Are you Shi Hao?"

As the outer realm cultivators sized up Shi Hao, one stepped forward.

He was a cultivator of the Black Cloud Clan—a clan not to be trifled with, having produced extraordinary figures; in ages past, their ancient ancestor once battled the leader of the Xitian Sect, his power immensely formidable.

"I am Shi Hao."

Shi Hao's gaze fixed on the Black Cloud Clan cultivator before him, then swept over the others, his voice calm. "I'm right here—you can all come at once. I'll take you all. And you—my Master said I'm to beat you to your knees, to be my dog."

Shi Hao's gaze finally settled on the Feather Clan's royal-blooded powerhouse—the young man who had shown him disrespect earlier, and whom Shi Hao now intended to repay in kind.

"What? You want me to kneel and be your dog?!"

The Feather Clan's royal-blooded youth immediately flew into rage, his eyes flashing with lethal intent.

"Do you know what price your family and clan will pay for those words?"

The Feather Clan's royal-blooded youth spoke with icy coldness.

"I don't know."

Shi Hao didn't waste words—he stepped forward instantly, appearing before the Feather Clan's royal-blooded youth. Within him, ten dantian swirled; Yin and Yang forces, along with the five elemental forces, manifested in his hands, amplified by the ten dantian into an invincible strike.

"What?!"

The Feather Clan's royal-blooded youth was stunned, trying to block it—CRACK! —his palm shattered, and his entire body was smashed back into its original form.

It was a bird, appearing noble, but now lying flat on the ground, unable to rise.

"Remember—from now on, you're my dog. Do you understand?!"

Shi Hao spoke.

"Somehow, Shi Hao's vibe feels off today."

Fang Yu watched the scene, nodded, then shook his head—Little Dot was still a child, yet he seemed to have been slightly influenced by him.

But these little villains of the Perfect World deserve to kneel and be dogs—each one is impossibly arrogant, as if they truly believe they're stronger than my disciple.

"How is this possible? I don't believe it! Aaaah!"

The Feather Clan's royal-blooded youth never imagined he'd suffer such a fate in an instant—he was who? A royal-blooded heir of the Feather Clan, destined to become its master, fated to be worshipped endlessly—but now he'd been knocked flat, reverted to his beast form.

If this spread to the Feather Clan's ears, his future was over.

Instantly, the Feather Clan's royal-blooded youth prepared to fight to the death.

But before Shi Hao, his faint runes and power were meaningless—he sealed the youth's strength with the Five Elements Great Seal, leaving him only able to remain in bird form, kneeling on the ground as a dog.

No—make that a mount.

"This… this is too brutal!"

"The Feather Clan's royal-blooded youth is incredibly strong—not weaker than me—and he was knocked down in an instant, turned into someone's dog! Shi Hao is truly powerful—I underestimated him!"

"Terrifying—truly terrifying. He dares to offend the Feather Clan's elite! The Feather Clan has powerful backing, and now their royal-blooded heir has been humiliated like this—they will never let this go."

"A ruthless man. Bold to the extreme."

Shi Hao's act of forcing the Feather Clan's royal-blooded youth to kneel as his dog instantly intimidated all the outer realm's outstanding youths—many knew just how powerful he was and what kind of background he had. Now that he'd been knocked down and turned into a dog, who dared challenge Shi Hao?

"Friend, this act may bring trouble—the Feather Clan's influence is not weak."

Qianqian Princess, one of the Ten Beauties of the Xuan Domain, spoke gently to Shi Hao.

"That's no problem—I have a sect too."

Shi Hao's teeth gleamed brightly.

Hearing this, Qianqian Princess said no more.

At that moment, the Dian Sect's doors burst open with a BOOM, and several young cultivators entered—each extraordinary, the leader especially imposing, his physique robust, his eyes flashing like cold lightning with every blink, every pore seeming to flow with divine radiance.

Seeing Qianqian Princess speaking to Shi Hao, the youth's face darkened: "Who are you? How dare you speak to the Princess? Get out of here!"

The crowd gasped—so domineering and tyrannical—and all looked at him with pity.

Even the Feather Clan's royal-blooded youth was on his knees as a dog—this man who spoke out of turn wouldn't fare any better.

But those from the Xuan Domain grew solemn—they knew his origins. He was said to be a descendant of a key figure from the Never-Old Mountain, always acting this way; in the Xuan Domain, sons and heirs of every sect would avoid him, unwilling to provoke him.

Never-Old Mountain held a transcendent status, rivaling the Xitian Sect, Butian Sect, and Jietian Sect—a terrifying lineage. Though it didn't span multiple domains, its power towered above all sects across the realms.

This youth had long pursued Qianqian Princess, and now seeing a child speaking with her, he flew into a rage, ordering Shi Hao away.

"Didn't you hear me?!"

Beside him, one of his lackeys roared.

Shi Hao frowned, glancing over—and unleashed a supreme aura. In that instant, the group was crushed, their blood surging, staggering back; except the youth, all spat blood violently.

"You're finished!"

The youth shouted, seeing this.

"Little Dot, make him kneel too—be your dog. Why are there so many fools in this world? I'm tempted to just erase him from existence."

Fang Yu spoke at this moment.

Why does this world always have such second-generation heirs who can't take their eyes off a woman, and fly into a rage, even kill, if someone speaks to her too much?

This is utterly foolish—how can someone with such character cultivate? If they encounter a Heavenly Demon Lord from the Eternal Life Realm, no, even just a Heavenly Demon would wipe them out, devouring their mind.

As I said before, though the people of Taiyi Sect are arrogant, they still have the bearing of cultivators—they don't go mad at the sight of a woman. These pampered fools from Bu Lao Mountain are a disgrace.

Zhao Zhao Xuanyi: Now do you understand what a true Mingmenzheng Sect member I am?

Without Fang Yu's instruction, Shi Hao let out a cold snort, extended a giant hand, and crushed down—grabbing the young man in one motion, then delivering a flurry of brutal slaps before knocking him to the ground.

Five-element runes condensed in the void, forming a divine mountain that directly crushed the young man to the earth.

Thus, the young man who had earlier been brazen toward Shi Hao now knelt on the ground after being humiliated.

The cultivators from Xuan Region trembled in fear—Shi Hao had truly stirred up a great disaster; daring to slap that man's face was tantamount to seeking death.

They all knew Bu Lao Mountain fiercely protected its own; though few ventured into the world, every one was a world-shaking powerhouse. This young man's arrogance stemmed from no one daring to challenge him.

"You… you dare make me kneel? Make me your dog?"

"It is your honor to be my disciple's dog."

Fang Yu shook his head. "This humiliation may seem shameful now, but in the future, being my disciple's dog will be the fortune of your three lifetimes."

Fang Yu's voice echoed calmly through the scene, leaving many stunned into silence. Some knew of Shi Hao's master—this figure was said to be a deity who had once crushed a Venerable of the Demon Spirit Lake with a single strike.

When this being had not yet revealed his power, he appeared merely an ordinary handsome man. But now that he spoke, no one in the gathering could ignore him.

In their eyes, this legendary deity seemed perpetually in harmony with the Dao—this was precisely why they had previously overlooked him, for one in harmony with the Dao becomes, within a hall, flower, grass, wind, light, earth.

All things are the Dao; the Dao follows nature.

Thus, everyone present now felt uneasy, pressured beneath Fang Yu's gaze.

No one dared speak.

They also now understood why Shi Hao had demanded, "Kneel, be my dog"—it was inherited. Like master, like disciple.

At that moment, more people arrived; their leader was a middle-aged man who, seeing Shi Hao suppressing his nephew, instantly wore an icy expression.

"Excellent, excellent. Today I've truly seen something new. Someone dares make a Bu Lao Mountain disciple kneel? This is a brutal trampling of Bu Lao Mountain's dignity! Even in the ancient age of the Sacred Ones' rivalry, no one dared offend Bu Lao Mountain!"

The middle-aged man spoke coldly.

"Oh, I see. You kneel too."

Fang Yu nodded, extended his hand, and five-colored light surged forth, forming a Five-Element Mountain that crushed the middle-aged man beneath it.