Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate

At the same time, Mo Hao had already led the stunned, confused young woman—her beauty only adding to the strange scene—toward the massive gates of the Gou Clan Mansion. Young Master Gou and his men trailed behind, their expressions dark.

By now, a crowd had gathered. Some were strong cultivators, confident in their own abilities, while others just enjoyed a bit of chaos. Either way, they weren’t going to miss whatever was about to unfold.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The protective formation at the main gate split open, and an old man shot out, his face twisted in displeasure.

This was none other than Gou Sheng, patriarch of the Gou Clan—one of the strongest figures in the Peak-stage Dao Comprehension realm.

He wasn’t alone. Flanking him were two more Dao Comprehension realm cultivators—one a senior from the clan, the other a guest elder sworn to their service.

The moment Gou Sheng laid eyes on Young Master Gou, his entire body tensed. His grandson looked like he’d been dragged through a battlefield—disheveled, bloody, barely holding himself together.

"My grandson! Who did this to you?!" Gou Sheng’s voice trembled with rage, his aged face twisting between heartbreak and fury.

Guest Elder Liu practically tripped over himself as he rushed forward, his expression torn between fear and anger. He dropped to his knees before Gou Sheng, his voice shaking.

"Patriarch! It—it’s him! That little demon!" He pointed straight at Mo Hao, his hand quivering.

"The young master was attacked in broad daylight! And I… I failed to protect him. I take full responsibility, Patriarch. Please punish me as you see fit!"

For a moment, silence hung in the air.

Then—

"WHAT?!"

Gou Sheng’s roar thundered through the courtyard, his sharp gaze locking onto Mo Hao. The weight of his aura crashed down like an invisible storm.

"So you’re the one behind this!" His voice was like steel, hard and merciless.

"I’ll admit, for someone your age, taking down an Inquiring Journey realm cultivator is impressive."

"But do you really think that’s enough to stand against my Gou Clan?!"

His eyes flashed with killing intent.

"Kneel. Apologize. Do it now, and I might just let you live."

"You only get one chance. Waste it… and I won’t show mercy."

His cold stare bore into Mo Hao, each word carrying the weight of absolute authority.

From Guest Elder Liu’s report, Gou Sheng had already figured out that Mo Hao had no real background to speak of.

Just another nobody.

Even if Mo Hao did have some connections, they couldn’t be worth mentioning. Not when Gou Sheng himself had ties to Dao Palace realm powerhouses.

But Mo Hao? He wasn’t the least bit shaken.

"Heh," he chuckled, his eyes locked fearlessly onto Gou Sheng. "So you’re the patriarch of the Gou Clan?"

"Then you must know all about the wonderful things your pathetic grandson has done."

"He’s trampled over countless lives, and you—" Mo Hao’s smile turned sharp "—stood by and let him run wild, crushing the weak without a second thought. Impressive."

"Then again," Mo Hao’s voice dripped with mockery, "I wouldn’t be surprised if you were just like him when you were younger. A common thug who clawed his way up."

"You insolent brat!" Gou Sheng’s aura flared, his rage exploding in his eyes. "You dare speak to me like that?"

"I’ll say it one last time—kneel!"

His aura surged like a tidal wave, crashing down on Mo Hao with crushing force.

Mo Hao staggered slightly, gritting his teeth like he was struggling. But then—

"The only one who should be kneeling… is you!"

Gou Sheng’s expression darkened. "You really don’t know when to quit." His voice turned ice-cold. "Fine. If you refuse to submit… don’t blame me for what happens next!"

His killing intent locked onto Mo Hao as he prepared to strike.

However, just as Gou Sheng was about to act—

"Hold on."

A deep, commanding voice rang through the air.

A moment later, a powerful figure appeared above the Gou Clan Mansion, his presence like a storm rolling in.

"Daoist friend Gou, you’re no match for him," the man said casually. "Let me handle this."

Then—BOOM!

A terrifying aura exploded from the middle-aged man, sweeping across the entire city like an invisible wave.

"The City Lord!" someone gasped. "It’s Li Juren!"

"No way! I never thought he’d show up for this!"

"But did you hear what he just said? He claimed that Patriarch Gou isn’t a match for that young man. Isn’t that… a bit much?"

"City Lord Li wouldn’t say something like that for no reason. If he thinks so, then there must be something we’re not seeing."

"I get that, but still… Look at the kid! He’s way too young to be stronger than Patriarch Gou, right?"

The crowd buzzed with disbelief, their eyes bouncing between Li Juren and Mo Hao, trying to make sense of what was happening.

Even the Gou Clan members looked completely stunned.

"What?!" Gou Sheng’s eyes locked onto Li Juren, his face twisting in shock. "Lord Li, you…"

Li Juren shook his head, smiling like he already knew what Gou Sheng was thinking.

"I get it," he said, his tone calm. "You can’t wrap your head around it, right?"

"But tell me something, do you really think this young man would walk into your clan’s territory, knowing full well that you have a Dao Comprehension realm powerhouse, if he didn’t have a plan?"

Before Gou Sheng could respond, Li Juren casually stepped between him and Mo Hao, blocking their line of sight.

Mo Hao’s eyes flickered with interest.

Oh? He studied Li Juren, a glint in his gaze.

A Dao Palace realm cultivator? Now this just got interesting.

His lips curled into a cold, knowing smile.

Fine then… I’ll take them both on and put on a show this city won’t forget!

Li Juren’s sharp gaze locked onto Mo Hao.

"Young man," he said calmly, "let’s see what you’ve got."

"If you don’t have the courage, then leave now. We’ll consider this matter settled." His tone was indifferent, like he couldn’t be bothered.

"Hahahaha!" Mo Hao threw his head back and laughed. "Good! Very good!"

"A small matter like this… and the mighty City Lord himself decides to step in? Glorious Obsidian City really is full of snakes and rats!"

His expression turned ice-cold, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Fine then. Since you all love making a show of things, I’ll clean house today—once and for all!"

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire crowd felt a chill.

He had to be hiding his true strength. There was no other way he’d be this bold.

Li Juren narrowed his eyes. "Hmph." He let out a cold snort. "Enough talk. Show me what you can do."

Without another word, he moved. Fast.

The air tensed as he struck, his presence crashing down like a tidal wave.

The onlookers didn’t hesitate—they scrambled back, their faces tight with fear. No one wanted to get caught in the storm of battle.

It’s time for the real show.

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Mo Hao smirked, his fingers twitching as he prepared to strike back.

But just then—

A woman’s voice suddenly rang out.

"Transcendence realm daoist friend."

She didn’t shout. She didn’t need to. Her voice cut through the noise like a blade, reaching the ears of every single person present.

"The Immortal Martial Continent is at a turning point. A demon invasion looms on the horizon. You stood back during the last great battle, yet now, here you are—wasting time on this petty spectacle."

"Tell me… is this truly the best use of your strength?"

Her voice wasn’t just powerful. It carried an authority so overwhelming, it felt like a deity gazing down upon mere mortals.

For a moment, Glorious Obsidian City fell into complete silence.

Not a whisper. Not a breath. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

What… Who is that?! Mo Hao’s expression shifted in an instant. His gaze shot toward the sky, his heart pounding.

Up above, a figure floated in the clouds, wrapped in thick mist. The white haze swirled around her, hiding her face and form. Even using divine sense, Mo Hao couldn’t see her clearly. @@novelbin@@

But he knew.

Whoever she was, she was on a completely different level.

The pressure from her voice alone pressed down on him like an invisible mountain.

Mo Hao wasn’t just some ordinary cultivator. He was born into greatness on the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star. He had met powerful figures before—beings who could shatter mountains with a flick of their fingers.

And yet… his instincts screamed at him.

The woman in front of him wasn’t just strong. She was beyond anything he had ever faced.

How is this possible?

Aside from Jiang Chen, Mo Hao had believed no one on the Immortal Martial Continent could compare to him.

But now?

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

And he wasn’t the only one shaken.

The entire crowd looked like they had just seen a ghost. Their jaws hung open, eyes stretched so wide they might pop out of their sockets.

Even City Lord Li Juren was frozen in place. No one—not even him—had known that someone this powerful had been hiding right under their noses in Glorious Obsidian City.

And it wasn’t just her presence that stunned them.

It was what she had said.

Her words made one thing terrifyingly clear—Mo Hao’s cultivation base was at the Transcendence realm.

And that changed everything.

Mo Hao had been pretending this whole time, acting like he was weaker than he truly was. While the world had been locked in battle against the demon race, he had quietly sat on the sidelines, letting everyone believe he was just another rising genius.

But the truth?

He had played them all. Twisting the situation to his advantage like they were nothing more than pieces on a chessboard.

The realization struck like a thunderclap, leaving everyone stunned.

They had never expected Mo Hao—the arrogant young man standing before them—to be someone of this level.

Yet even with all that power…

It was clear as day.

The woman behind the voice was on an even higher level.

And that fact alone made Mo Hao seem small—insignificant.

A mere ant in the face of a true powerhouse.