Battle Through The Heavens

Wu Tan City was alive with noise and pride. Merchants shouted, guards lounged, and Misty Cloud Sect disciples strutted through the streets. High above, the Sect’s mountain gleamed faintly — a symbol of power across the empire. Among the crowd, a young man in black walked silently. He looked ordinary, yet his calm eyes carried a quiet weight that drew unease. “Watch it!” a Misty Cloud disciple barked, shoving him. “Blind, are you?” Laughter followed. “Probably has no Qi at all.” Joshua’s tone was flat. “Mind your mouth.” The disciple scoffed. “Big words for trash—” Before he could finish, the air trembled. An unseen pressure crashed down, forcing everyone to their knees. The disciple’s Qi shattered instantly. Joshua stepped past him, eyes cold. “I don’t seek trouble. But I don’t tolerate disrespect.” As he walked away, silence filled the street. From a nearby pavilion, a Misty Cloud elder watched with shock. “That youth… his strength surpasses even our Ancestor.” That day, whispers spread through Wu Tan City — of a nameless youth whose power touched the level of a Fight God.