Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate-Chapter 339: One Strike, Four Dead

"What?!" Shao Ji’s eyes went wide, his pupils shrinking to tiny dots. "This... this can’t be happening!"

His whole body tensed, lips trembling. "How... how is he using a sword technique this powerful?"

Despair crashed down on him like a tidal wave. There was no point in trying to defend himself—nothing could stop what was coming. Death was inevitable.

And if he, the strongest among them, had already lost all hope, what about the others? The three Transcendence realm cultivators beside him were frozen in terror, their minds going blank.

They didn’t even have time to react.

Pain—blinding, unbearable pain—ripped through them.

Then, just like that, darkness swallowed them whole.

In a single, unstoppable strike, Jiang Chen had cut down all four Transcendence realm cultivators!

The sight of it sent Zhu Zhihai and the others into wild excitement. Overcome with awe, they bowed, paying their respects.

Mo Hao, meanwhile, stood there, stunned. His eyes darted from the lifeless bodies of Shao Ji and the others to Jiang Chen, who had somehow unleashed a power far beyond his own.

"They’re dead…?" His voice cracked. "Jiang Chen killed them?!"

His mind raced, unable to grasp what had just happened.

How is this possible? How could Jiang Chen be this strong? He’s only at the Early-stage Transcendence realm!

It should have been me! I was supposed to take them down!

His fists clenched, his heart twisting in frustration.

This was supposed to be his moment, his victory!

But now, Jiang Chen had stolen it all right in front of him.

Mo Hao clutched his chest, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. A wave of nausea hit him, twisting his stomach into knots. He felt sick—physically sick—from frustration.

While he stood there, struggling to process what had just happened, Zhu Zhihai and the others were showering Jiang Chen with praise.

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The system messages rang through Jiang Chen’s mind, echoing in his Sea of Consciousness.

3000 points lost, huh? he mused, a subtle smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

So, putting on a show and stepping on others really matters that much to Mo Hao?

I guess it makes sense—he had the perfect setup. Four Transcendence realm cultivators, over two thousand people watching… This moment was supposed to be a massive power move for him.

It’s way bigger than when I crushed that scar-faced man. At least four times bigger.

And now that Shao Ji and his crew are gone, the people from the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star won’t dare mess with Mo Hao anymore. This whole subplot just got cut short.

Jiang Chen’s thoughts ran deep, but on the surface, he looked as calm and uninterested as ever, barely even acknowledging the cultivators who had followed Shao Ji.

But they weren’t calm.

"No! Please! Spare me!" one of them cried, his voice shaking with fear. "I swear, I never wanted to go against you! I was forced into this!"

"Lord Jiang Chen, we were just following orders!" another one pleaded, desperation written all over his face. "We had no choice! You’re wise and merciful, aren’t you? Please, have mercy!"

"We’ll do anything to make it up to you! We’ll serve you, fight for you—we’ll be as loyal as dogs!"

"My Lord, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were destined to be my master!" one man declared, his voice trembling. "Please, let me follow you!"

One after another, they all fell to their knees in mid-air, bowing their heads so low they might as well have been digging into the ground.

Jiang Chen’s cold gaze swept over them, and the sheer pressure of it sent waves of terror through their bodies. They started kowtowing, hitting their foreheads against nothing but air, desperate to prove their sincerity.

Survival meant more than pride now.

And honestly, Jiang Chen wasn’t surprised. Most of these people had been sent in as disposable pawns, the first wave of cannon fodder for the invasion of the Immortal Martial Continent. They were never the honorable type to begin with.

After a brief moment of thought, he decided to let them live.

Not because he was feeling generous—no, it was because he had the Ten Thousand Soulseed Art. Their loyalty wasn’t a concern.

"Hmph." Jiang Chen let out a cold snort. "Fine. Since you know how to beg at the right time, I’ll let you live."

His gaze sharpened. "But from now on, you are my death warriors. If I say live, you live. If I say die, you die."

With that, he activated the Ten Thousand Soulseed Art.

Tiny red lights flickered to life, rising from the bowed heads of the kneeling cultivators. One by one, they drifted toward Jiang Chen’s palm, taking shape as glowing soul-seeding magatamas.

"Thank you, My Lord! Thank you, My Lord!" One of them spoke first, his voice shaking with relief and gratitude.

The others quickly followed, their voices overlapping in a desperate chorus.

"Master, your mercy knows no bounds!"

"We will serve you with our lives!"

"You have given us a second chance—we will never forget this!"

The tension broke, and the group let out shaky breaths, overwhelmed with the joy of still being alive. They bowed low, their gratitude spilling over in waves.

Mo Hao, watching from the sidelines, felt his lips twitch.

That should have been me.

In his plan, he would’ve been the one standing tall, with Shao Ji and his crew lying dead at his feet. He would’ve basked in the admiration, the fear, the loyalty of those kneeling cultivators.

Instead, he was just... watching.

Jiang Chen had stolen everything.

Just then, a voice snapped him out of his swirling thoughts.

"Daoist friend Mo Hao! Daoist friend Mo Hao!"

Blinking, Mo Hao shook off his frustration and forced a smile onto his face.

"Lord Jiang Chen," he said smoothly, keeping his tone polite, "your skills are truly remarkable."

There was no denying it—Jiang Chen’s actual combat strength was above his own, even with his temporary power boosts. Right now, Jiang Chen wasn’t someone he could afford to provoke. All he could do was keep things civil.

Jiang Chen chuckled, letting out a casual sigh. "You’re too kind, truly too kind. I’ve already shown everything I’ve got. Unlike you, Daoist Mo Hao, who keeps his true power hidden."

Mo Hao’s lips twitched slightly. Yeah, right.

To him, Jiang Chen had already thrown out every trick in his arsenal. He could sense the slight disorder in Jiang Chen’s energy—a clear sign he had pushed himself to the limit.

What Mo Hao didn’t know was that Jiang Chen still had plenty of hidden cards left. The Death Calamity Dark Star Moon Dao Embryo Bloodline, the Dragon Transformation, the Void Tribulation Soulring—just to name a few.

"You’re too humble, Daoist friend," Mo Hao replied smoothly, though inwardly, he scoffed. Your strength? Nothing too special.

Jiang Chen laughed, then gestured invitingly. "Now that the real trouble has been dealt with, maybe it’s time for an open conversation."

Mo Hao didn’t even hesitate before shaking his head. "Perhaps another time. I was nearly killed by a dark sprite demon not long ago, and I need time to recover."

In truth, he had no interest in wasting more time on Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen wasn’t all that impressive to begin with.

No, to Mo Hao, Jiang Chen was the perfect target—the kind that would make his future displays of strength look even grander.

The stronger the opponent, the bigger the audience, the more Pretentious Points his system would reward him.

And Jiang Chen was going to be very useful for that.

Right now, Jiang Chen stood at the top of the Immortal Martial Continent, the undisputed powerhouse. And to make things even better, he had already managed to seriously get under Mo Hao’s skin.

Could there be a better person to outshine?

But Mo Hao didn’t need to challenge Jiang Chen in a battle to prove his superiority.

No, his goal was simpler—he just had to amaze him.

He needed to make Jiang Chen doubt himself, question his own strength, and be left speechless at Mo Hao’s incredible skills.

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If he pulled it off, if he could make Jiang Chen truly feel inferior, he’d rake in a massive amount of Pretentious Points.

Then, from there, he’d ride the momentum, growing stronger, flaunting his power more effortlessly—until the day came when he could look down on Jiang Chen with absolute disdain.

But for now, he played along.

Jiang Chen suddenly gave him an apologetic look. "Ah, my mistake," he said.

With a slight bow, his hands clasped in acknowledgement, he continued, "Let me prepare the finest secluded area for your cultivation, Daoist friend."

Mo Hao gave a nod, smiling as if everything was perfectly fine. "That would be most appreciated."

Jiang Chen returned the smile, his expression warm, then casually waved his hand, opening a spatial passage to the Immortal Martial Cave Heaven.