The Past of Sun Buhuo

As Gu Changyuan appeared, figures manifested one after another on both sides behind him.

Ye Qingxue, Lin Jingyu, Bai Ling'er, Yue Lingxi, Xiao Yi, Qin Yu, Fang Yuwei, Yun Tianhe, Xu Mengyao, and Han Feng.

Ten patriarchs of the Heavenly Human Holy Land.

Tushan Youyao, Lu Jiuyi, Luo Qingchen, Xiang Xuanyin, Sun Buhuo, Lan Caiyou, Chi Huang, Bai Zeming, Zhu Jiuyin, and Ye Canglan.

Ten demon ancestors of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

Twenty Half-Immortal experts stood shoulder to shoulder. Their powerful auras intertwined, sweeping across the entire Cangming Sea like a tsunami.

Such a lineup was truly earth-shattering—this was the simultaneous appearance of twenty patriarch-level figures from two top-tier factions, the Heavenly Human Holy Land and the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

Countless gazes fell upon the figure standing with his hands clasped behind his back, carrying awe, shock, curiosity, and apprehension.

As for Jun Mukong, Jun Anshi, and Gu Xing'er, they were currently hiding behind the Azure Dragon phantom, obediently standing by.

In this highly anticipated moment of showing off, the three of them, whose cultivation bases had only just reached the Soul Formation realm, were completely out of their depth and naturally did not get involved.

Gu Xing'er hid behind the Azure Dragon's tail and poked half her head out. Looking at the pale, frightened cultivators below, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Master, senior brothers, and senior sisters are so cool.

"Just now..."

A cold, clear voice rang out, breaking the silence.

Tushan Youyao took a step forward. Her pupils narrowed into slits, and the phantoms of nine massive purple tails slowly unfurled behind her like nine canopies blotting out the sky and the sun.

Her gaze fell on the man from the Giant Ape clan who had been clamoring earlier. Her tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling intent that made one's scalp tingle:

"Was it you who wanted to challenge Master?"

The man from the Giant Ape clan—named Yuan Lie, an elder of the Southern Wasteland Giant Ape clan—had completely lost the arrogance on his face.

It was replaced by an unconcealable panic.

He cried out internally that things were bad.

Why did they have to come at this exact moment? And why did they all come together?

Especially this one—Tushan Youyao.

In the Nine Heavens Realm, when it came to the ability to disgust people, the power of Karma definitely ranked near the top.

The Dao of Karma was incredibly profound and mysterious.

Those who cultivated this Dao could see the invisible threads of karma between heaven and earth. By altering these karmic threads, they could complete or sever the connection of an event.

They could prevent things that were supposed to happen from happening, and cause things that were not supposed to happen to occur.

They could sever the destiny between two people, or transfer a person's fortuitous encounters.

This kind of power could similarly be used to alter one's fortune.

If Tushan Youyao wanted to, she could easily ensure that even if he entered the secret realm this time, he would lose his opportunities and resources for any number of reasons, or even end up in conflicts with other factions.

When that time came, let alone eating meat, he wouldn't even be able to drink the broth.

Not only that, Tushan Youyao's combat prowess was equally terrifying.

Back then, with the strength of the Seventh Level of the Half-Immortal realm, she had forcefully withstood five demon cultivators of the same realm and forced them all to retreat.

With monstrous combat power, she was the well-deserved number one demon ancestor of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion.

Yuan Lie swallowed hard, fine beads of sweat seeping out on his forehead.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something—but he couldn't bring himself to say words of submission, nor did he dare to speak tough words.

Seeing the other party cower, Sun Buhuo immediately let out a cold sneer.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it carried undisguised mockery, like a sharp knife stabbing precisely into Yuan Lie's ears.

"Yuan Lie, you are still the same as before, bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

Sun Buhuo tilted his head, his gaze sweeping up and down Yuan Lie as if looking at a joke:

"It's fine if you're afraid of my Eldest Senior Sister. How about I play with you? Don't tell me you don't dare to do that either?"

As he spoke, he twisted his right hand, and a pitch-black long staff appeared in his palm.

The moment Yuan Lie saw Sun Buhuo, the expression on his face became even more spectacular.

That expression contained anger, embarrassment, and a hint of indescribable guilt.

He opened his mouth, squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Shi Chuan, we are of the same clan, why must you act like this..."

"To hell with your same clan!"

Monstrous anger instantly surfaced on Sun Buhuo's face. He bared his teeth fiercely, two sharp and piercing canine teeth particularly prominent, carrying a bone-piercing chill.

"It was you guys who drove me out of the Giant Ape clan back then, especially you—"

He pointed at Yuan Lie, his eyes full of hatred:

"Don't come here trying to claim ties of kinship with your grandpa."

"Also, I'm no longer called Shi Chuan. My name is Sun Buhuo.

If I hear that name again, I will tear you apart immediately."

Yes, Sun Buhuo was originally a member of the Southern Wasteland Giant Ape clan, and his birth name was Shi Chuan.

However, the Southern Wasteland Giant Ape clan had always revered burly physiques and formidable strength.

They focused on physical explosive power and brute strength. Every disciple in the clan was a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted individual capable of carrying mountains.

But when Sun Buhuo was young, he had a thin and scrawny figure, completely out of place among his peers. What he cultivated was not the orthodox strength cultivation methods of the Giant Ape clan either.

Instead, he cultivated the rare primordial magnetic force, allowing him to manipulate the magnetic energy between heaven and earth.

Such an "aberrant" existence was heavily ostracized in the Southern Wasteland Giant Ape clan and deemed a heretic by his fellow clan members.

He was frequently beaten, scolded, and humiliated, and in the end, he was jointly expelled from the family by Yuan Lie and others. From then on, he wandered destitute and suffered all kinds of hardships.

Sun Buhuo had not forgotten the humiliation he suffered in those years for even a single moment.

He didn't expect the other party to be so shameless as to dare mention the words "same clan."

Hearing Sun Buhuo's words, Yuan Lie's face turned extremely ugly.

Seeing that he had stopped talking, Sun Buhuo sneered and pressed his advantage:

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the three Peak Half-Immortal Giant Ape ancestors, and then over the Giant Ape clan members behind them who were keeping quiet out of fear. His voice grew louder and louder:

"So, you Southern Wasteland Giant Apes are just a bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong.

Weren't you just shouting about fighting? Come on then!"

These words of Sun Buhuo were a direct area-of-effect attack, cursing the entire Southern Wasteland Giant Ape clan.

The reason he had previously endured silently and not settled scores with the Southern Wasteland Giant Ape clan was...

...because at that time, his Master had disappeared. For the sake of the faction's development, he had to hide his edge.

But now, his Master was back and right beside him, providing the strongest backing.

Even if he attacked directly, Gu Changyuan would protect him, allowing him to fight to his heart's content and comfort.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding human cultivators who had been enduring their grievances suddenly felt that the pent-up frustration in their chests had mostly dissipated.

Well scolded! Weren't they quite arrogant just now?

Why aren't they saying a single word now?

Do they just not like talking anymore?

Hearing Sun Buhuo's harsh words, expressions of anger also surfaced on the faces of the three Peak Half-Immortal ancestors of the Southern Wasteland Giant Ape clan.

The violent auras around them instantly surged as they stared fixedly at Sun Buhuo, their hearts burning with rage.

But out of the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of Gu Changyuan at the center of the Azure Dragon phantom. That unfathomable pressure weighed on their hearts like a massive boulder, and ultimately, they still did not dare to act rashly.

With Gu Changyuan present, even if they had three Peak Half-Immortals, they were completely outmatched. They could only dare to be angry but not speak, forcefully suppressing their fury.