Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 112: Sky Shaking

Chapter 112: Sky Shaking

"He came back all of a sudden? Why would he do that? Weren’t they only concerned about Yan Hao and Yan Li?" Mei Ling, who had been listening closely, looked confused.

"I don’t know either," the guard replied, shaking his head with a bitter laugh.

"No offense to your friends, but we valued the girls more than them. First, they worked here, so we had a duty to protect them. Second, most of the others were just broken souls seeking a better life—they couldn’t defend themselves. So, we fought against them, and... well, this is what happened."

His gaze shifted toward a dark corner of the brothel.

Huang Bei, hyper-focused on every word, quickly caught where the guard was looking. When his eyes landed on the spot, he gasped aloud.

"There are bodies over there! We need to check if anyone is still alive!" Without hesitation, he sprang to his feet, rushing toward the rubble.

Kicking aside the broken stones, he and the others—equally anxious—revealed a gruesome scene.

Three guards lay dead, their blood already beginning to dry on the cold ground.

A harsh wind blew through the shattered space, sending a chilling sensation crawling down their spines.

Lin Feng, seeing the gruesome scene before him, gritted his teeth as the murderous intent he had fought so hard to suppress began to pour out uncontrollably.

His thoughts burned with rage:

"Those bastards really did kill them! But why? I can understand their reasons for taking Yan Hao and Yan Li—they’re after me—but why take their anger out on these innocent people? Are they really not afraid of the consequences of offending the Chen Clan?"

Just then, Grandma Qing—who had remained silent until now—suddenly released a fraction of her cultivation base.

A terrifying aura swept through the surroundings, and the air grew heavy as if it might be torn away from their lungs.

Everyone nearby trembled beneath the overwhelming pressure.

Even Lin Feng felt his heart pound in shock.

Although he had suspected that Grandma Qing was powerful, he never imagined her strength would reach such terrifying heights.

"She’s definitely stronger than the Blackwood Ruler... No, she’s on a completely different level. What is her cultivation base?!"

Compared to beings like the Blackwood Ruler, the Frostvenom Python, and even Chen Zi—formidable as they were—Lin Feng had always believed he could eventually reach their level with enough time and effort.

But this was something else entirely. Standing before Grandma Qing’s aura felt like being an ant staring up at a towering giant.

Chen Si, already confused by Grandma Qing’s unexpected presence, began trembling in his boots as the crushing weight of her cultivation base pressed down on him.

Without hesitation, he and all his subordinates dropped to one knee in submission.

"Does the Wei Clan no longer see us in their eyes? Do they think they can just barge into Chen Clan territory and do whatever they want now that they’re in cahoots with the Church of Heaven?"

The calm and amiable demeanor Grandma Qing had displayed vanished in an instant. A fierce light blazed in her eyes as she shot into the sky.

RUMBLE!

A violent wave of spiritual pressure erupted from Grandma Qing, distorting the air itself as everything around her trembled beneath her fury.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground beneath her feet, and the air grew heavy—thick and suffocating.

Buildings groaned under the invisible weight, and even the sky above seemed to darken in response to her rising anger.

"WEI SHENG! YOU HAD BETTER GIVE THE CHEN CLAN AN EXPLANATION RIGHT NOW, OR I’LL DESTROY YOUR SIDE OF THE CITY!"

Her voice wasn’t merely loud—it carried a pressure that pierced through every corner of the city. The sound rolled like thunder, shaking windows and sending tremors through the earth.

Even those who were cultivators felt their hearts pound with fear.

A brilliant purple spiritual aura exploded outward from Grandma Qing, surging like a raging tempest.

It twisted and coiled above her, forming the vague shape of a towering beast—its eyes glowing with a violet light that promised nothing but destruction.

Lin Feng staggered slightly, his breath hitching in his throat as the crushing pressure bore down on him.

So... strong.

His muscles tensed instinctively, as if trying to resist the oppressive weight. Beside him, Huang Bei’s face had gone pale, and Mei Ling clutched her arms to steady herself.

Even Chen Si—who already knew how strong Grandma Qing was—was forced to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

In an instant, the entire city descended into chaos.

Panic spread like wildfire as citizens scrambled for safety. Merchants hastily pulled their wares inside, slamming their doors shut as wooden signs creaked in the wind.

Stalls were abandoned in the streets, and shopkeepers extinguished their lanterns in a desperate bid to avoid drawing attention. Children cried out in fear while their parents dragged them toward the nearest shelter.

But just as the pressure seemed unbearable, a second wave of spiritual energy tore through the air—this time from the Wei Clan’s side. It surged like a tidal wave, colliding with Grandma Qing’s aura and shaking the heavens.

A booming voice rang out in response, deep and filled with irritation:

"Chen Qing! What do you want this time? Why are you picking a fight with us again?"

The voice tore through the air like a blade, sending ripples across the sky. Moments later, a massive figure emerged above the Wei Clan’s territory.

Wei Sheng, the old patriarch of the Wei Clan, had arrived. Despite his age, he radiated a terrifying presence, his long white beard flowing as his robes billowed in the wind.

Deep wrinkles lined his face, but his eyes burned with cold fury.

Though his frame was lean, his presence was anything but frail. The spiritual energy radiating from him was suffocating—a force that made Lin Feng’s blood run cold.

If Grandma Qing’s aura was like a raging storm, Wei Sheng’s was an immovable mountain.

Lin Feng and the others watched in tense silence as the Wei Clan Patriarch floated in the sky. His sheer presence left no doubt—this old man’s cultivation was on par with Grandma Qing’s.

"What the hell is going on?" Lin Feng gritted his teeth, unease gnawing at his gut.

If these two powerhouses fought here, the destruction would be unimaginable—thousands of innocent lives could be lost in the chaos.

Sensing his worry, Chen Si spoke up, his voice low but steady.

"Don’t worry. Grandma Qing knows better than to fight within the city. If she and Wei Sheng are going to battle, they’ll do it somewhere far enough away that ordinary people won’t be caught in the crossfire."

Is there even a place like that in this city? Lin Feng thought bitterly, doubt gnawing at him.

Huang Bei, his expression serious, turned to Lin Feng.

"I know this probably isn’t the best time, but we need to get to the Solid Rock Pavilion now. The longer we wait, the more danger Yan Hao, Yan Li, and those kidnapped girls are in. Let the people in power handle their political mess—we have our own mission."

His words were blunt, but Feng knew that he was right, so he nodded his head.

"You’re right. Let’s move."