Chapter 809: Chapter 809: One Man Guards the Pass

“Descendant of Sinful Blood!”

In the distance, some muttered under their breath, and several Celestial Gods gazed fiercely, filled with killing intent, staring at where the Supreme Ancient Altar was. To their astonishment, such an abomination appeared, formidable enough to strike fear into the heart.

Some veterans felt uneasy, their expressions changing as they locked their eyes on what lay ahead.

The followers of the Demon Dragon Dao Gate, Fire Cloud Cave, and Luo Fu True Valley were the most enraged, as Shi Hao had slain their eminent disciples. Such brazenness was unforgivable.

In front of the Supreme Ancient Altar, Shi Hao remained unstained by blood, his gaze clear, and despite his delicate appearance, he exuded an air of indomitable spirit, standing guard as if he alone were sentry to the pass.

“Arrogant!”

“To treat Fire Cloud Cave and Luo Fu True Valley as nothing, just a mere Venerable One daring to look down upon the world’s heroes!”

Someone spoke in an icy voice, sending a chill through the air, bone-numbingly cold.

This time, eight or nine ancient schools dispatched their outstanding descendants to guard on the paths to the Supreme Ancient Altar, with the intent to intercept that Descendant of Sinful Blood.

They could not be accused of taking the matter lightly, bestowing Supreme Artifacts upon them, but the result was a crushing defeat on both paths, leaving a trail of corpses, drenched in blood.

“Thud!”

A drumming sound, muffled and profound, echoed like a distant thunder, cleansing every person’s soul, with no exception for the veterans and Celestial Gods of the various schools.

Everyone felt their blood surge, their bodies trembling violently.

“Begin the ascension to the altar.” That emotionless voice sounded, devoid of sentiment, without any ripple of emotion, manifesting as the rules themselves, presiding over this trial.

Out of seven or eight hundred thousand Venerables, only a portion managed to enter along the eight paths to the foot of the Supreme Ancient Altar, less than half in number, and the trial commenced.

Clearly, if the people from Sin State were arranged last, many would lose their eligibility due to lagging behind, overtaken by those of similar cultivation.

“Shsh!”

Shi Hao’s glabella shone, as a golden beam shot out, transforming into a Divine Sword, cleaving towards the crowd.

Since his tribulation, his Primordial Spirit’s power had become exceedingly refined. Now, bringing forth a weapon had terrified the surrounding crowd; anyone daring to take shape as a weapon with their Primordial Spirit is considered a freak of nature.

“Ahh…”

In the crowd, six or seven screamed, hands clutching their foreheads, blood trickling down, and then one by one turned into corpses, fell to the ground, and lastly dissipated into particles of light, vanishing from sight.

These were disciples of Demon Dragon Dao Gate and Fire Cloud Cave, who had not previously blocked the path but had instead been hiding among the crowd, evading the initial disaster. Yet now, they were struck down in public, following in the footsteps of the others.

“Too arrogant!”

From afar, a Divine Spirit raged, the disciples on this path had all been wiped out with none escaping, leaving their faces frigid and expressions extremely unsightly.

Mainly because those people bore character markings on their bodies, not escaping Shi Hao’s scrutiny – thinking they would be safe in the crowd, but in the end, they were still cut down.

In a flash, Shi Hao disappeared from his original spot, beginning his ascension to the altar.

The place was noisy with the sound of tens of thousands of Cultivators all surging forward, filled with excitement, agitation, and shock as they too began to mount the altar.

The Descendant of Sinful Blood had slain disciples of two major schools, effectively removing a batch of formidable competitors for them.

At the same time, such bloodshed truly made hearts tremble, an event not seen for many years, daring to swing a sword towards the top teachings of the higher realms–a true display of the Descendant of Sinful Blood’s might.

“Look, he’s not going straight up but has changed direction.” Someone was startled and shouted loudly.

Shi Hao moved with agility like a Divine Ape, crossing the Supreme Ancient Altar, rushing towards another direction, not upwards.

“He is intending to block the others on different paths!” someone said.

“It’s truly… terrifyingly strong, traversing the ancient altar to kill others from different directions?!”

People were dumbstruck. Just how powerful and energetic one must be to do this? Ordinary people would feel an immense pressure like a mountain pressing down on them when they step onto the altar, making it difficult to move forward.

Yet he could do so as if walking on flat ground, rushing towards another place.

The Supreme Ancient Altar was truly majestic, surpassing mountains, entirely pitch-black, and soaring into the clouds.

Therefore, the eight directions are very distant from each other, with cultivators of different directions each occupying a spot, hardly able to sense what’s happening elsewhere.

Despite such distances, Shi Hao rushed over, and very quickly at that, intending to intercept all the disciples from those ancient schools.

“A mere Venerable One dares to be so presumptuous, showing contempt for our ancient schools that have existed since time immemorial!”

Many of the spectating beings were seething with anger, their gazes icy, their bodies moving in tandem with his, circling around the outside of the arena, eager to witness his next move.

“He’s here!”

Someone on the Supreme Ancient Altar shouted.

This was the group from Luo Fu True Valley that had earlier escaped and delivered messages in various places, now joined with another group.

“This is bad. He’s coming from Fire Cloud Cave and Demon Dragon Dao Gate. Could it be that he’s slain all those people?”

The color drained from the faces of those guarding this path, all profoundly shocked.

“Will you leave on your own, or shall I see you off?”

Shi Hao leapt and descended onto the altar’s steps with a thunderous noise, blocking the path and looking at that group of people.

“He can actually leap so high on the Supreme Ancient Altar?” someone said in a daze.

You must know that on the Supreme Ancient Altar, the pressure is immense, and even powerful Venerable Ones become sluggish in their movements upon ascending, unable to fly or traverse but only to climb.

“Swoosh!”

Someone lifted a bone mirror, directing its reflection here.

In that instant, Shi Hao’s forehead bone once again radiated holy light, dispersing the clouds high above, instantly stirring the emotions of tens of thousands of Venerable Ones in this direction.

“Heavens, it’s him!”

By then, everyone in competition in this direction knew who had arrived!

“Descendant of Sinful Blood, you’re too arrogant! We didn’t come after you, yet you dare to show your face and come looking for trouble with us?!” one person couldn’t contain their fury.

“Unprecedented, truly the first time such a thing has happened!” A woman was snickering coldly, filled with fear but unable to hide her irritation and anger.

After all, these great schools have always looked down upon Sin State from above they are, guarding and monitoring the Descendants of Sinful Blood, feeling innately superior.

“It seems I’ll have to be the one to send you on your way.” Shi Hao didn’t want to waste more words and took action directly.

For a moment, light shone in the area, layers of Bone Text piled up, and waves of Divine Power fluctuated violently, covering a large area of the ancient altar.

The battle commenced, extraordinarily intense.

These people would not sit and wait for death; among them, there were those who wielded Supreme Artifacts.

“Pfft!”

But not long after, that woman was the first to scream tragically as a spurt of blood blossomed from her glabella, her forehead crushed by Shi Hao’s finger, her corpse flung away.

Next, a sword light swept across, and four were bisected at the waist, blood streaming down, their bodies lying at Shi Hao’s feet.

Although the people in this direction fiercely resisted, they still could not avoid their fate of defeat. Soon after, all were slain, with only a young man standing in the center, the altar beneath his feet stained red with blood.

“Descendant of Sinful Blood, challenging several ancient schools like this, how outrageously strong!”

The venerable ones in this direction exclaimed in surprise; they did not know that Shi Hao had already made his move in two other places, killing a group of people.

The most exhilarated were naturally the cultivators from Sin State, all of them boiling with excitement, shouting at the top of their lungs.

In the distance, figures from various schools were profoundly shaken, and some could barely restrain themselves, as this youth was too arrogant, daring to obstruct and slaughter all along the way.

“Damn it, he’s made a move again!” Even a Celestial God showed anger, emotional fluctuations emerging, his gaze dark as he stared at Shi Hao.

Sure enough, he was moving around the Supreme Ancient Altar, agile as a dragon, swift and fast, charging towards another direction.

By now, this place was in total chaos; many venerables from all directions were aware of the situation, all of them shocked.

As for those outside the arena, the spectators were also following a young man, circling the ritual altar with him, all eyes focused on him.

Shi Hao demonstrated the Ground Shrinking Technique to its utmost, circling the ancient altar and embarking on a killing spree.

In the end, the people from five directions were utterly defeated by him, while the participants from the other three directions had already ascended the altar, causing a great shock in all directions.

“He deserves to be killed, indeed!”

Outside the arena, some True Gods clenched their fists, gleaming all over, as the disciples who died were theirs, making them feel suppressed and frustrated.

A few Celestial Gods’ faces also turned as dark as thunderclouds, enveloped in an invisible murderous intent; their disciples and followers had died before their eyes – it was a sheer disgrace.

The youth, engaging in such a massacre, was a blatant provocation!

Naturally, most of the spectators were excited, the scene boiling over with commotion. As it didn’t concern them, they naturally enjoyed the spectacle, taking pleasure in watching the predicaments of the ancient schools.

Such an incident had not occurred for many years, and it caused everyone’s hearts to fluctuate with it.

Shi Hao looked towards the audience outside the arena, his eyes shooting out two cold beams, looking at the people from the top schools. He didn’t say anything, but that look made those people even more furious.

Shi Hao looked up, gazing at the huge ritual altar, and started to step forward, rushing upwards.

The black ancient altar had a total of nine levels, with the pressure increasing multiple times with each level ascended; the higher one went, the greater the pressure and the more difficult it was to overcome.

However, when Shi Hao stepped forward, the venerables along the way were shocked to see him moving with such stride, unimpeded by resistance, rapidly ascending to the highest point of the first level.

Afterward, he slowed down a bit but still dashed to the top of the second level.

People were astounded; this was incredibly fierce. It should be known that many were still struggling on the first level, drenched in sweat, their bones nearly crushed by the pressure.

With a “swoosh,” Shi Hao spread out his figure and leaped again. Although his speed had slowed down somewhat, he was still unstoppable, rushing up to the third level.

“He’s gone mad; this is truly abnormal, how can a body of flesh and blood endure such tremendous pressure and still leap so swiftly?!”

The Supreme Ancient Altar was exceptionally grand, far surpassing the Primordial Ancient Peaks and others, with tens of thousands of cultivators climbing, packed as densely as ants, making everyone who looked up involuntarily cry out.

While others were still climbing upwards with gritted teeth, he ascended in such a manner.

Soon, Shi Hao reached the highest point of the third level. He stood in silence; at this place, paths from all eight directions converged, leaving only one winding road leading upwards.

If he had known this earlier, he would have just waited here instead of going after them separately.

Shi Hao stood there, a one-man pass, looking down from above.

“You!”

When people from a certain direction came up, they were shocked and angry, and also somewhat fearful; they had already received reports and knew that the Descendant of Sinful Blood was slaughtering like a devil king.

“What do you want to do?” someone rebuked.

“Fool, don’t you understand?” Shi Hao said coldly, with his hands clasped behind his back, his clothes fluttering, his black hair flying, and his eyes shining like divine lamps.

Someone stood there, like a demon lord descending upon the world, causing such oppression that others felt suffocated.

These people trembled while filled with boundless fury.

A woman screeched: “Do you realize the calamity you’ve brought upon yourself? Even if you can show off here, once you return to the outside world, you are certain to die, to be executed!”

The others were also furious, their faces filled with resentment and hatred. It was supposed to be they who took the initiative to attack, but now they were being blocked here and faced with certain death.

“You so-called heavenly passage gates, what are you worth? A day will come when the grievance of the Descendant of Sinful Blood will be made known to the world. I stand here today, and none of you shall pass!”

Shi Hao declared, he ascended the altar after everyone else, yet he arrived first, truly shocking everyone.

Whether it was the several hundred thousand Venerable Ones or the endlessly packed spectators, all were shaken. And the people who were blocked felt even more terrified.

“Blustering fool–kill him!” someone shouted.

Clearly, this group was still no match, and blood spilled like a river, as the group had more than a hundred people, being the largest. Heads rolled and blood sprayed continuously.

“Ah, I’m in agony!” Outside of the field, among the watching experts, someone roared, unable to resist intervening!

“You… don’t come any closer!”

In the end, someone broke down, truly frightened by Shi Hao’s murderous aura.

“Pfft!”

A woman, even more so, ended her own life directly, drawing her sword across her neck, a flash of blood appeared as she turned into a shower of light, departing from the Spirit Realm in this manner.

Boom!

This caused an uproar and also sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

As for the rest of her school, they were all stunned, this was a tremendously shameful disgrace.

“How can I bear this hatred?” Outside the field, a Divine Spirit roared, his voice deep and thunderous.

This was unacceptable, for an ancient and mighty heavenly passage gate that intimidated the world to have its disciples killed until their will collapsed, and even resorting to suicide to leave the stage. If this spread out, for such an ancient school, it would be a stain, a joke, and utterly humiliating.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Hao killed all of these people, standing alone, overlooking the heroes.

Supreme Ancient Altar could not remain calm, whether it was the spectators, or the hundred thousands of Cultivators on the altar, all turned their gaze to the boy on the third level.

“You are very strong, but today, you will not escape your fate!” Suddenly, someone spoke.

These were a group of people, led by six individuals in white robes, each holding a precious box, grave and solemn, enveloped in holy light, they approached step by step.

Shi Hao was astonished; they had come down from the fourth level. Their speed was so fast, they had even reached a higher level, and now they had come down for him again.

“The Six-Crowned King has declared your life must end, none can change this, not even the heavens can save you,” one of the six people said, their voice cold and detached.

“Just you guys?!” Shi Hao laughed.

“By the techniques of the Six-Crowned King, you will be gifted with death!” someone proclaimed from on high, looking down upon Shi Hao.

“The Six-Crowned King isn’t worth shit. If you’re seeking death, I’ll fulfill your wish!” Shi Hao said coldly.

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