51: All of you come at me together, my apprentice is in a hurry to eat.

"Report—!"

"Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion! Big news! That Hidden God Sect has made a huge scene again!"

Inside the Tianji Pavilion, a Disciple scrambled in, their face filled with terror and excitement.

The Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, who was meditating, felt his eyelids twitch, feeling his blood pressure start to soar again.

"What is it again?"

"Which Sect's mountain gate has Li Daoxuan dismantled this time?"

"No! It is not that!"

The Disciple panted heavily, pointing at the sky, "See for yourself, Revered Master!"

The Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion walked out of the main hall in confusion and looked up at the sky.

In the direction of the Hidden God Sect, a thick golden beam of light pierced through the heavens and the earth, poking a hole in the firmament.

Following that, the sky was filled with Lightning Tribulation, the scene even more terrifying than a Nascent Soul Old Ancestor Undergoing Tribulation.

"This is..."

The Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion pinched his fingers to calculate, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Supreme Tribulation?!"

"That direction... is the abandoned son of the Shi family, Shi Tian! He actually didn't die, and even reforged the Supreme Bone?!"

"And... he even... ate the Lightning Tribulation?!"

The Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion watched the blurry images coming from the Mysterious Light Mirror, feeling his worldview receiving an unprecedented shock.

He fell silent.

After a long while, he sighed and waved his hand at the Disciple behind him.

"Go."

"Change the 'Extremely Dangerous' tag after 'Hidden God Sect' on the 'Eastern Wasteland List of Forces Not to Be Provoked' to 'Forbidden to Gods and Demons'."

"Also, add a note."

The Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's voice was trembling.

"The members of this Sect are suspected of... all using cheats."

The high-profile actions of the Hidden God Sect completely broke the peace of the Eastern Wasteland cultivation world.

It also completely ignited the... fear of those first-rate Sects.

It was too terrifying.

This Sect was simply unreasonable.

The Sect Master destroys a Nascent Soul with a flick of his finger, the first Disciple splits a mountain with one sword, and the second Disciple swallows Lightning Tribulation alive.

How are people supposed to live like this?

If they are allowed to develop like this, will there be any room for these "old-school forces" in the Eastern Wasteland in the future?

No!

They must be nipped in the bud!

Thus.

On the occasion of the annual "Eastern Wasteland Prodigy Gathering", a conspiracy against the Hidden God Sect was quietly formed.

The "Eastern Wasteland Prodigy Gathering" is a grand event for the younger generation of Disciples in the Eastern Wasteland to exchange pointers and compete for rankings.

In previous years, this was a stage for major Sects to show off their own Geniuses.

But this year, the vibe was a bit off.

Below the huge arena, there was a sea of people.

But everyone's gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally toward the small group with a unique style in the corner.

The Hidden God Sect delegation.

Li Daoxuan did not come, finding it too noisy with so many people.

Leading the team was Senior Brother Xiao Chen.

At this moment, Xiao Chen sat upright, closing his eyes to rest, looking like a "lonely expert."

Leng Yanran hugged her sword, her whole body emitting a cold aura of "strangers stay away," scaring everyone away from standing within three feet of her.

And Shi Tian...

He was squatting on the ground, holding a huge, golden, oily roasted Yao Beast leg he had just swiped from Fat Aunt, his mouth full of grease as he ate.

"Smack... smack..."

That sound seemed particularly harsh in the quiet venue.

"Junior Brother, watch your image." Xiao Chen didn't even open his eyes, transmitting his voice, "You are here representing the Sect, not for a picnic."

"Mmm... but Senior Brother, I'm hungry." Shi Tian replied vaguely.

Just then.

"Dong!"

A gong sounded.

The Prodigy Gathering officially began.

The host walked onto the arena, and after passionately spouting a lot of nonsense, finally got to the point.

"Next, we invite the 100th ranked on our Eastern Wasteland heavenly prodigy ranking, the head Disciple of the Qingyun Sect, Li Changfeng! Please take the stage!"

A Sword Cultivator in white jumped onto the arena in high spirits, drawing a round of cheers.

According to custom, he should challenge someone ranked higher than him.

However.

Li Changfeng shifted his gaze, landing directly on the little fatty who was gnawing on a lamb leg under the stage.

He cleared his throat, his voice loud and clear:

"I am Li Changfeng of the Qingyun Sect. I have long heard that Junior Brother Shi Tian of the Hidden God Sect possesses natural Divine Power, and today I have come specifically to seek guidance!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

"I am Zhao Ritian of the Heavenly Blade Sect, and I also wish to learn from Junior Brother Shi Tian's brilliant skills!"

"And me! Liu Ruyan of the Hundred Flowers Valley, I ask Junior Brother Shi Tian to please bestow your guidance!"

"..."

For a moment, the crowd was agitated.

A full twenty or thirty Genius Disciples from different Sects, as if they had agreed upon it, stood out in unison, naming him specifically, all wanting to challenge Shi Tian!

By now, even the dimmest person could see it.

This was an open conspiracy.

This was a wheel battle.

They wanted to use this method to exhaust, humiliate, and even cripple this newly emerged "Supreme" of the Hidden God Sect!

"Shameless!"

A Loose Cultivator below the stage couldn't stand it and cursed in a low voice.

"Exactly! A group of people bullying a child, what kind of heroes are they!"

But the Elders of the major Sects turned a blind eye, and even had a smug sneer on their lips.

Xiao Chen and Leng Yanran's expressions instantly darkened.

"These bastards!"

Xiao Chen was about to stand up.

But was held down by a greasy hand on his shoulder.

Shi Tian had stood up at some point.

He shook the half-eaten roasted lamb leg in his hand, frowned, his face filled with impatience.

"So annoying."

"Fighting one by one, when will it end?"

"The soup Fat Aunt made is about to get cold."

He muttered, walking slowly onto the arena.

The way he looked, he didn't seem to be going to fight at all, but rather like he had just finished eating and was going for a stroll.

"Hey."

Shi Tian stood in the center of the arena and shouted to the dozens of "Prodigies" below who were eager to fight.

"Are you all coming up together, or are you queuing up one by one to get beaten?"

Silence.

Dead silence.

Following that, there was an uproar that reached the heavens.

"Arrogant! Too arrogant!"

"Who does he think he is? A Nascent Soul Old Ancestor? He actually wants to take on dozens of us by himself?"

"Kill him! Today we must let him know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Li Changfeng, who had been the first to call him out, was so angry his face turned blue; he drew his long sword and pointed it directly at Shi Tian.

"Little fatty! You are courting death!"

"Take this sword!"

However.

Before he could finish the word "sword."

Shi Tian moved.

He didn't even put down the lamb leg in his hand.

He just casually raised his other empty hand.

Then, towards Li Changfeng's direction.

A light slap.

He swiped it over.

"Hum—"

A giant palm condensed from golden Divine Power appeared out of thin air in the sky.

The palm was too big, blotting out the sky and sun, with complex Supreme runes branded on it.

"This is... a Supreme technique?!"

Some old monsters who knew their stuff exclaimed in shock.

Li Changfeng watched the golden palm descending from the sky, terrified to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

He wanted to run.

But he found that the surrounding space had been completely locked down.

He could only watch helplessly as that palm, like swatting a fly, slapped down fiercely at him.

"Slap!"

A loud bang.

The head Disciple of the Qingyun Sect, who had been in high spirits just a moment ago, didn't even let out a scream.

He was slapped directly into the hard arena.

The kind that you couldn't even pry out.

The whole venue was dead silent again.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking like they had seen a ghost at the little fatty who was still standing there, even taking time to take a bite of the lamb leg.

One... one slap?

Just seconds a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Genius?

And slapped him into the ground?!

What the hell kind of monster is this?!

"I told you to come at me together, but you wouldn't listen."

Shi Tian pouted somewhat impatiently and took another bite of meat.

"Wasting my time."

"Next."

The dozens of Geniuses below who had been clamoring to challenge him earlier all took a step back in unison, their expressions looking worse than if they had eaten shit.

Go up?

Go up my ass!

Li Changfeng's strength was on par with theirs, and he was slapped into a painting with one hit; wouldn't they just be serving themselves up on a platter if they went up?

"What? No one left?"

Shi Tian looked around, his eyes innocent.

"Since you don't dare to come up, then I'm coming down."

"My Revered Master said, one must be reasonable when dealing with others."

"Since you challenged me first, and now don't dare to fight, that means you have wasted my time."

Shi Tian paused, revealing a "kind" smile identical to Li Daoxuan's.

"So, you have to compensate me for my mental damages."

"Everyone, hand over your Storage Pouch, and then go stand in the corner over there as punishment."

"Otherwise..."

He shook that golden, shining palm in his hand.

"I will slap you, one by one, all into the ground."

Overbearing!

Arrogant!

Unreasonable!

This is simply bandit behavior!

"You... you are bullying people too much!"

A Prodigy was trembling with anger.

Shi Tian didn't speak.

He just silently raised his hand.

"Don't, don't, don't!"

That Prodigy shuddered in fear, quickly took out his Storage Pouch from his bosom, and threw it onto the arena with a mournful face.

"I'll hand it over! Can't I just hand it over!"

With one taking the lead, the rest was easy.

"Plop, plop..."

For a time, Storage Pouches were thrown onto the arena like rain.

Dozens of proud sons of heaven, who were usually high and mighty, were now like elementary school students who had made a mistake, drooping their heads and honestly running to the corner to line up.

The scene was indescribably funny, yet indescribably shocking.

One person.

Suppressed the younger generation of the Eastern Wasteland!

"Done."

Shi Tian satisfactorily put the last Storage Pouch into his own sack.

Then, in front of tens of thousands of people, he finished the last bite of lamb leg meat.

He threw the bone on the ground.

Wiped his greasy mouth.

He patted his belly, let out a burp, and asked the Sect Elders below who were already scared silly, in a milky voice:

"Who else?"

"If no one else, I'm going back to drink soup."