Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate-Chapter 344: Justice in Broad Daylight

Someone’s watching me. Mo Hao stiffened, feeling the faint touch of a divine sense scanning him.

Could it be this city’s guardian? he wondered, completely unaware that Jiang Chen was the real one keeping tabs on him.

Huh? It’s gone? He let out a quiet chuckle. Guess they didn’t see through my disguise, hehe!

Relaxing a bit, he kept walking, his Transcendence-level divine sense slowly stretching out, sweeping over the bustling streets.

Now, where’s a good place to stir up trouble and put some fools in their place? Mo Hao rubbed his hands together, scanning the crowd eagerly.

It didn’t take long before he spotted a commotion up ahead.

A crowd had gathered, forming a tight circle around a young woman with a terrified look on her face. In front of her stood a slick-haired, heavily powdered young man, his grin full of bad intentions as he slowly closed in.

"No, please! Young Master Gou, I swear I’ll repay the spirit stones my father owes you! Someone, help me!" she cried, her voice trembling with fear as this Young Master Gou and his guards stepped closer.

But the onlookers didn’t move. Some watched with amusement, while others kept their heads down, pretending not to see.

A few cultivators looked like they wanted to help, but before they could step forward, they were yanked back by cautious hands. After a few whispered warnings, their anger faded, replaced by fear.

It was clear why. Young Master Gou’s family had power—real power. In Glorious Obsidian City, messing with them was asking for disaster. At best, you’d end up crippled. At worst, you and your entire family would disappear without a trace.

This kind of thing happened all the time—Young Master Gou had pulled the same trick countless times before. His usual move was simple: target someone’s family, drown them in debt, and then act like he was doing them a favor by offering other ways to pay it off.

People had tried to stand up to him before, but it never ended well.

And unless something unexpected happened, this time would be no different.

"Heh!" Mo Hao smirked. How predictable.

Though, now that I think about it… before I got back my past-life memories, I probably pulled off a few schemes like this myself.

Without hesitation, he strode straight toward the crowd.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen was watching everything unfold.

Tch, I didn’t expect Mo Hao to get caught up in something this cliché… but then again, this kind of thing happens all the time.

He stayed back, observing, already knowing exactly how this was going to play out.

As expected, when no one else stepped up, Mo Hao did.

"Stop!" he shouted, stepping forward.

Every head in the crowd turned toward him.

"Who’s this guy?" someone muttered.

"A Mysterious Platform realm cultivator daring to interfere with Young Master Gou? Is he insane?"

"Never seen him before. And I know everyone in this city. Must be an outsider—probably too young to know how things really work."

"Yeah, he looks good, but it’s a shame he’s about to throw his life away."

Whispers spread as people stared at Mo Hao like he was a complete fool.

Young Master Gou’s guards turned to him too, their expressions flickering between surprise and amusement.

"Stop?" Young Master Gou repeated, holding back for a moment. Instead of acting right away, he gave Mo Hao a long, calculating look. "And who might you be, sir?"

His eyes narrowed slightly as he continued, "Does your family have a Dao Palace realm cultivator? Or maybe you’ve got a powerful sect backing you?"

His mind was already racing, searching for any clue about this bold stranger.

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Young Master Gou had been running his schemes in Glorious Obsidian City for a long time, but he wasn’t reckless. He always made sure to avoid messing with people who could actually fight back.

But no matter how hard he tried to dig through his memory, he couldn’t place Mo Hao. He didn’t match anyone from the city—or even the surrounding regions.

At that moment, Mo Hao almost laughed. But on the outside, he simply let out a cold huff. "Hmph!"

"I don’t have a Dao Palace realm cultivator in my family, and no, I don’t belong to some great sect."

His voice sharpened as he took a step forward. "But attacking a helpless woman in broad daylight—where’s the justice in that? Where’s the law?" His eyes burned with righteous anger.

The moment those words left his mouth, Young Master Gou’s smirk deepened into something colder, crueler.

No backing? No powerful allies?

That meant one thing.

Mo Hao was just another dead man walking.

"Oh," Young Master Gou drawled, his tone thick with mockery. "So you fancy yourself a hero, huh? Come to save the poor damsel in distress?"

He folded his arms, shaking his head like he actually pitied Mo Hao. "Do you even know what you’re getting into? Her father owes me tens of thousands of spirit stones. His whole family couldn’t pay that back in ten lifetimes. Letting her serve as my maid? That’s me being generous."

He sneered. "Otherwise, tell me—how would they ever settle their debt?"

Mo Hao’s eyes burned with fury. "Pah! You shameless scoundrel!" he spat.

Young Master Gou’s fake sympathy vanished in an instant, replaced by an icy glare. "Heh, I gave you a chance to walk away, but you just had to play the hero." His lips curled cruelly. "Don’t blame me when things turn ugly."

With a flick of his wrist, he barked, "Men, teach this idiot a lesson! Let’s see just how much courage he really has!"

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At once, a group of thugs surged forward, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

"It’s over!" an old woman in the crowd sighed, shaking her head.

"This kid’s done for," someone muttered.

"A mere Mysterious Platform realm cultivator, no backing, no chance. What was he thinking?"

"Move back, don’t get caught up in this!" Another man yanked his friend aside.

The spectators quickly stepped away, pitying Mo Hao but not stupid enough to get involved.

In an instant, the crowd scattered, creating an open space around Mo Hao.

Young Master Gou’s guards charged in, a mix of fighters—including several cultivators at the Heavenly Origin realm.

Everyone watching assumed it would be over in seconds. Mo Hao would get beaten to the ground, humiliated, and beg for his life.

But what happened next left them all stunned.

"You worthless dogs, I’ll fight you to the end!" Mo Hao roared, his qi and blood surging wildly. His presence flared, his strength skyrocketing in an instant.

"What the—?!" A sharp-eyed spectator gasped. "He’s using a self-damaging secret art! He’s actually forced his way into the Heavenly Origin realm!"

The guards’ confidence wavered.

"This isn’t good—everyone, stay on guard!" one of them shouted, but it was already too late.

They had rushed in carelessly, underestimating him. Now, before they could fully react—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Mo Hao tore into them like a crazed beast thrown into a flock of sheep. Three Heavenly Origin realm cultivators fell in an instant, their bodies crashing to the ground, lifeless.

The remaining guards—all at the Mysterious Platform realm—stood frozen in place, their faces pale with fear. Mo Hao’s brutal display of power had shaken them to their core.

"W-What the hell is this guy? How can he be so strong?!" one of them stammered, struggling to process what just happened.

"We can’t win! Everyone, fall back!"

One by one, they turned and bolted, none of them daring to stand their ground against Mo Hao.

Young Master Gou’s smirk twisted into a grim frown. His eyes flickered with disbelief. This guy just killed three of my Heavenly Origin realm guards…?

For a brief moment, doubt crept into his heart. But it didn’t last. He quickly regained his composure—after all, as a descendant of a powerful clan, how could he let fear shake him?

"Scum!" Mo Hao growled, eyes blazing with fury. "Let her go right now, or I’ll cut you down where you stand!"

Young Master Gou let out a cold snort, his confidence returning. "Hmph! It’s been a while since I’ve killed someone. Consider it an honor—you’ll be nothing more than a wandering soul beneath my blade!"

Without another word, he lunged forward, his aura flaring. Late-stage Heavenly Origin realm—his strength was a full level above Mo Hao’s!

Or so he thought.

The very moment he charged, he was sent flying like a broken doll, crashing into the ground with a deafening boom. The force of impact blasted a crater into the earth.

"AAAAH!! MY LEG!!"

His agonized screams filled the air, echoing through the stunned silence of the crowd.