Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"Let's enter the city." The Demon King took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and flew towards the imperial city first. He had been to the borderlands many times, and although he was always awestruck by this colossal city, he knew now was not the time for sentimentality; they had more important matters to attend to. The other sect leaders, recovering from their shock, followed suit, flying towards the city.

A deafening roar! Jiang Han and his group had barely entered the imperial city when they were drawn by a series of violent rumbling sounds. Looking down, they saw a small tribe in a corner of the city. Inside, several armored warriors were engaged in a fierce battle with a middle-aged man dressed in animal hides. The sounds of clashing weapons and exploding energy mingled together, creating a particularly jarring noise. Faintly, they could hear the warriors' curses and threats, creating a tense atmosphere.

"Ancestor, this is the Sin Blood Tribe. They disobeyed the summons and were thus forcibly assigned to this position; this is a common occurrence." Seeing Jiang Han stop and his gaze fall on the tribe below, the Demon King quickly explained, his words filled with respect. He was afraid that Jiang Han would take his anger out on them because of this, after all, these Sin Blood Tribes had a very low status in the borderlands, and no one cared about their lives.

"Sinful blood?" Jiang Han narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the middle-aged man, his expression slightly unpleasant. He could sense that although the middle-aged man exuded a bloody aura, that aura contained an indomitable will, not an evil aura.

"Ancestor, they were exiled from the Sinful State. As you know, among the three thousand states, those people from the Sinful State are all descendants of traitors. Therefore, they are usually at the forefront of the battlefield, used as cannon fodder," the Demon King continued to explain, his tone tinged with disdain. In his view, these descendants of sinful blood were born inferior, and dying for the borderlands was their destiny.

"What are their surnames?" Jiang Han ignored the disdain in the Demon King's tone, simply looking at him calmly and asking. His gaze remained fixed on the middle-aged man below, seemingly particularly interested in the surnames of this tribe.

"The surname Shi is a surname of great sin!" the Demon King said truthfully, his tone emphasizing it, as if the surname itself represented evil. In the Three Thousand Provinces, the surname Shi was indeed taboo. Anyone with the surname Shi was considered a descendant of sinful blood and was ostracized and discriminated against.

"What makes you so certain they are descendants of the Sinful Bloodline?" Upon hearing the surname Shi, Jiang Han's face instantly darkened, and an invisible pressure emanated from him as he coldly stared at the Demon King. Although the pressure wasn't directed at anyone in particular, it sent a chill down the spines of all the cultivators present, as if the air itself had frozen. The Demon King's face paled, and he involuntarily took a step back. He could sense that Jiang Han was in a very bad mood, even harboring a hint of resentment.

"Ancestor, do you have any connection with the Stone Clan?" Demon King naturally sensed the hostility in Jiang Han's tone, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately changed his tune, cautiously asking. The Gluttonous King, the Immortal Palace Master, and others behind him also showed curious glances. They were also eager to know why a peak supreme being like Jiang Han would care so much about a Sin Blood Tribe.

Jiang Han didn't answer the Demon King's question. Instead, he took the little one and flew towards the tribe below. He was incredibly fast, arriving above the tribe in the blink of an eye, his gaze coldly fixed on the battle below.

"Ah—!" On the battlefield, the middle-aged man roared, his aura surging. An ancient 'Sin' rune was imprinted between his brows, surrounded by a blood-red aura—a unique mark of the Sin Blood Tribe, representing their identity. The middle-aged man had already ignited his divine fire, reaching the peak of the True One Realm, making him one of the tribe's top fighters. However, the six warriors surrounding him were also True One Realm cultivators, and their coordination was excellent, their equipment superior. Therefore, as time continued, the middle-aged man gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, several wounds appearing on his body, blood flowing continuously; his situation was dire.

"Shi Tian, ​​are you openly defying the imperial decree?" a soldier shouted, his long sword whistling as he slashed towards the middle-aged man's chest. His voice was sharp and menacing. His face was filled with disdain and arrogance; he didn't take Shi Tian seriously at all.

"I can send him to the battlefield, I have no objection! But my child is only ten years old, isn't it going too far to send him to the battlefield!" Shi Tian roared, barely dodging the soldier's attack, adding another wound to his body. His eyes were filled with anger and resentment, but even more so with worry for his child.

"You should all have seen Shi Yu's talent. He's only ten years old and has reached the Inscription Realm! Not to mention the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, even looking at the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, who else can compare to his talent? As long as he has time to grow, he won't need a thousand years, maybe just a hundred years, to reach the Supreme Position! At that time, won't our human race have another supreme expert to guard the borderlands?" Shi Tian's voice was filled with excitement. He was proud of his child, who was the hope of their entire tribe.

"But now you want him to go to the battlefield right now? Isn't this blatantly ruining a future supreme being? I don't agree with this decision!" Shi Tian's tone was extremely firm. Even when facing the siege of six cultivators of the same level, he showed no intention of backing down. For his child, he was willing to die here.

"How dare you! Openly defying the imperial decree, is your tribe planning a collective rebellion?!" The leading warrior sneered, a murderous glint in his eyes. He hadn't expected the Bloodstained Blood tribe to be so audacious, daring to openly question the decisions made above. His chilling gaze swept over the approaching tribespeople, carrying a blatant threat.

"Father, let me go with them! I won't die on the battlefield!" At this moment, a boy dressed in black, about ten years old, stepped out from the crowd. He was thin, but his eyes were unusually firm, meeting the warrior's gaze without fear, his little face filled with determination. He knew his father was about to give up, and he didn't want the entire tribe to be in danger because of him.

"Take him away!" The leading soldier glanced at the boy in black, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, seemingly not expecting this ten-year-old child to have such courage. But he quickly composed himself, waving to the other soldiers in a commanding tone that left no room for argument.

"With me here, you won't take my child away!" Shi Tian roared, a resolute glint in his eyes. He prepared to burn his life essence for a final attack, determined to protect his child even at the cost of his own life. However, before he could strike, a terrifying attack, faster than him, appeared out of thin air and instantly struck the warriors who had attacked. The attack was silent, yet contained an indescribable power. The armor of the six warriors instantly turned to dust. Their bodies, as if struck by an invisible force, screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily into the distant wall, spitting blood, their breath instantly weakening, clearly incapacitated. This sudden turn of events stunned everyone, including Shi Tian and the tribespeople. They had no idea what had happened, only staring blankly at the scene before them.

Jiang Han slowly descended from the void, standing before Shi Tian and the boy in black. His gaze swept over the six fallen warriors, then fell upon Shi Tian and the boy in black beside him, Shi Yu. Although Shi Yu was only ten years old, the unwavering determination in his eyes earned Jiang Han's slight nod. He could sense that Shi Yu possessed an extremely pure and powerful potential; with proper nurturing, his future achievements would be limitless.

"Ancestor!" The Demon King and the other sect leaders hurriedly followed, and were all shocked by the scene before them. They hadn't expected Jiang Han to actually intervene in this matter, and even severely injure the warriors responsible for the conscription. The Demon King wanted to say something, but seeing Jiang Han's cold gaze, he swallowed his words.

"Who gave you the right to send a ten-year-old child to the battlefield?" Jiang Han's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, booming like thunder in everyone's ears. The voice contained a subtle pressure that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present, including the sect leaders at the Self-Slaying Realm.

The severely wounded leader struggled to his feet, looking at Jiang Han with eyes full of anger and incomprehension: "Who are you? How dare you interfere with us in the performance of our duties? These descendants of sinful blood deserve to die; it is their honor to send them to the battlefield!"

"Descendants of sinful blood?" Jiang Han sneered, his gaze falling on the warrior. "Just because they are surnamed Shi, just because they are so-called descendants of sinful blood, do you think you can arbitrarily take their lives and trample on their dignity?"

"Isn't that right? Their ancestors betrayed humanity, and as their descendants, they should atone for their ancestors' sins!" The warrior remained defiant, believing that what he was saying was perfectly justified.

"Absurd!" Jiang Han's voice suddenly rose, and a terrifying pressure erupted instantly. Under this pressure, the warrior was forced to the ground, unable to utter a single word, his face ashen white. "Why should descendants bear the sins of their ancestors? Everyone has their own destiny and their own choices. They cannot be labeled sinners simply because of their origins!"

Jiang Han's gaze swept over everyone present, including the Demon King and the other sect leaders: "From today onwards, the people of this tribe are no longer the sinful blood. They are just like you, warriors guarding the borderlands, and they all have the right to live! If anyone dares to bully them again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The authority and determination in his words left no room for dissent. The Demon King quickly nodded, "The Ancestor is right. We were too arbitrary before. Such a thing will never happen again." The other sect leaders echoed his sentiments. Although they were somewhat puzzled, they dared not disobey Jiang Han's wishes.

Shi Tian stared blankly at Jiang Han, his eyes filled with gratitude and excitement. He knelt down with a thud: "Thank you, sir!"

Three imposing warriors shot out from different directions like arrows, their hands whipping through the air, knuckles white from the force, aiming fiercely at the ten-year-old boy, Shi Yu. Their eyes were filled with a cold, resolute determination, as if the boy before them wasn't a living child, but an inanimate object. However, just as their fingertips were about to touch Shi Yu, an invisible ripple, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, inexplicably appeared before them. The ripple, seemingly faint, carried a strange rhythm, as if containing the very laws of heaven and earth.

Immediately afterward, a deafening explosion echoed across the tribe's airspace. A terrifying, overwhelming energy erupted from the ripples, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, instantly blasting three warriors away. Wherever the energy passed, the air was torn into countless fragments, creating visible vacuum zones. Dust billowed up, and the aftershocks shook the tribe's simple houses to the point of collapse.

*Pfft!* The three True Realm warriors, like kites with broken strings, coughed up blood mid-air, the blood tracing three tragic arcs in the air. Their bodies, like cannonballs, streaked across the sky in long rainbows, accompanied by a whistling wind, before crashing heavily onto the hard ground forged from meteorites. Three muffled thuds resounded, the ground trembled violently, and three deep craters were created, filled with flying debris and billowing dust that lingered for a long time. The three warriors lay at the bottom of the craters, barely breathing, clearly severely injured.

"Who dares to injure my Jin family warriors!" The sudden turn of events caused the leading warrior's face to turn ashen. He abruptly turned his head and scanned his surroundings, his gaze sharp as a hawk's. Finally, it fixed on the direction where Jiang Han and his group had appeared, and a chilling killing intent instantly surged onto his face. The killing intent was so tangible that it seemed to lower the temperature of the surrounding air by several degrees.

"Get out of here or you're dead!" Jiang Han stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He merely glanced coldly at the remaining three soldiers, his indifferent voice devoid of any emotion, yet carrying an undeniable resolve. The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess some kind of magic, directly piercing through the surrounding noise and entering everyone's ears.

Upon hearing this, the leading warrior, enraged, laughed coldly, about to unleash his fury, when in an instant he sensed an unparalleled, terrifying pressure enveloping his entire body. The pressure felt like a towering mountain pressing down on him, causing his bones to creak and groan, as if they were about to shatter at any moment. (End of Chapter)