Chapter 4810
Wuwangdi, Daomen Street
A young man in a black robe embroidered with gold strode confidently down the street, exuding an air of dominance.
At the sight of him, cultivators gasped in shock before quickly stepping aside, keeping their distance.
Behind him, eight black-robed cultivators followed closely. Their posture was straight and rigid, like unsheathed swords ready to strike.
The sheer intensity of their presence was enough to make onlookers avert their gaze.
Eight followers, all masters of the Transformation Realm!
Who would dare provoke such a display of power?
“Ming Shao from the Four Underworld Palaces is always so ostentatious. I can’t help but envy him!”
“Eight Transformation Realm followers… That’s something I can only dream of!”
“This year, Daomen is unusually lively. The Fire Burning Sect, Sun Moon City, and now the Four Underworld Palaces—all arriving early.”
Cultivators whispered among themselves, keeping their voices low as they hid in the distance.
Ming Shao took a few more steps before casually beckoning to a nearby cultivator.
The man, a peak ninth-rank Mahayana Realm expert, rushed over like a servile dog.
“Ming Shao, what can I do for you?” the cultivator asked eagerly.
“I heard there’s a boy named Kai in this sect,” Ming Shao said, his tone laced with curiosity. “They say he’s quite arrogant—even more arrogant than me. Is that true?”
The cultivator quickly shook his head. “No, no! He’s just a third-rank Mahayana monk—not even worth mentioning compared to you, Ming Shao!”
“Ming Shao is young and talented, a dragon among men…”
Before he could finish, Puff!
With a casual wave of Ming Shao’s hand, the ninth-rank cultivator was reduced to a mist of blood.
“I asked for the truth, not flattery,” Ming Shao remarked flatly.
The surrounding monks were paralyzed with fear. This man was unpredictable—one wrong word, and they could die instantly!
Ming Shao turned his gaze to the crowd.
“You there… come here.”
His finger landed on another trembling monk, whose face turned pale as he reluctantly stepped forward, his body shaking with fear.
“Relax, I don’t eat people!”
Ming Shao flashed a slight smile before asking, “Tell me, is this Kai really as arrogant as they say?”
“Yes! Kai is extremely arrogant. He publicly executed the three elders of Qianmen with a single sword strike and even declared that anyone who dared oppose him would be crushed!”
The monk answered hastily.
Ming Shao raised an eyebrow. “More arrogant than me?”
The monk hesitated, unsure of how to respond.
“I asked you a question, and you dare hesitate?”
Ming Shao’s expression turned cold. With a swift palm strike infused with murderous intent, he reduced the monk to a pile of white bones—his flesh and blood instantly erased.
The gruesome sight sent a chill through the air.
“Ming Shao, this is a Daoist sect. Don’t you think you’re going too far?”
At that moment, a man and a woman stepped forward, both clad in fiery red cloaks.
Ming Shao’s gaze swept over them, and he sneered. “Wen Shi and Wen Qing… Do the Huo Fen Sect’s brother and sister duo want to meddle in my affairs?”
Wen Shi’s voice was firm. “You, the Four Underworld Palaces, are also among the governing bodies of the Dao Sect. If you go around killing people and causing panic, will you take responsibility?”
“Our major sects and families all hold authority within the Dao Sect. It is our duty to stop you!”
Ming Shao scoffed. “Spare me the act. As if you’ve never killed anyone before.”
“Didn’t that so-called Kai also kill people publicly in the Dao Sect? Why didn’t you stop him?”
His voice turned icy as he waved his hand. “Get out of my way. That arrogant brat dares to outshine me in the Dao Sect—I won’t allow it!”
A sharp glint flashed in Wen Shi’s eyes. “Ming Shao, you may act tough in front of others, but in front of the Huo Fen Sect? You’re not so fearless now, are you?”
At his words, the cultivators of the Huo Fen Sect surged with power, their collective presence pressing down like a storm.
Yet, Ming Shao remained unfazed. He chuckled. “Oh, please. Don’t think I don’t know your father is injured and still in seclusion.”
“Without him, you two are nothing. Now, move aside!”
Ming Shao waved dismissively, his tone laced with impatience.