The ten opponents paled in unison. Hailing from the Rain Clan, they were well-traveled and instantly recognized the extraordinary nature of the crystalline bone mirror in Little Rascal’s hand—it was undoubtedly a formidable treasure artifact!
“Attack!” one of them roared. Without hesitation, the group erupted with radiant auras, their brilliance intensifying until it resembled the roar of a tidal wave. With a thunderous boom, all ten surged forward, summoning layer upon layer of azure waves that drowned the entire mountainous terrain. The Rain Clan had an innate affinity for water.
Above, torrential rain poured from the sky, replenishing their vigor and spirit endlessly. In that moment, the ten synchronized with the heavens and earth, their energy vast as the sea, their glyphs dense as they transformed into dozens of towering waves that surged forth. These were not mere waters but waves woven from glyphs—a terrifying, overwhelming force that blotted out the sky.
**Boom!**
A nearby hill was instantly submerged, its peak shattered, rocks tumbling, ancient trees snapping and exploding into splinters.
“Rise!” The Nine-Headed Lion let out a low growl as a string of golden prayer beads manifested beneath it, lifting it into the sky and evading the glyph-infested waves. Even a being as mighty as it dared not face them head-on.
“This is a terrifying treasure technique! Their combined glyphs don’t just add up—they multiply, equivalent to twenty or even thirty warriors striking at once!” Little Rascal was stunned. These ten were formidable, but their synchronized attack was even more horrifying.
“**Slashing Stars and Moon with Slanting Rain!**” they bellowed in unison. The raindrops in the sky sharpened into blades, howling as they blazed with dazzling light, blanketing the sky as they swept toward Little Rascal and his mount.
**Ssshh! Ssshh!**
Each raindrop was as sharp as refined metal, riddling a nearby mountain with holes. Ancient trees were shredded, boulders turned into honeycombs, and the ground was perforated.
The Golden Lion roared, its four hooves pounding the earth as it leaped, its body glowing as it lunged from above. The prayer beads shimmered, forming a protective barrier around it.
“**Heaven and Earth Tremble!**” the ten shouted.
In that instant, the sky unleashed a deluge, and the earth’s waters boiled, transforming the land into a vast marsh. Glyphs surged everywhere, converging toward Little Rascal. Even a distant lake was drawn into the assault, its waters churning like an enraged sea, infused with glyphs that blazed with blinding radiance—a force of nature itself.
A deep, thunderous roar like a tsunami erupted as the waves, layered with countless glyphs, became a source of annihilation, threatening to drown Little Rascal and his companion.
The Golden Lion tensed. As a terrestrial overlord, it despised such watery domains, especially when laced with treasure techniques. The intricate web of glyphs left it feeling vulnerable.
“**Break!**” Little Rascal struck. His right hand splayed open, unleashing five golden lightning bolts that electrified the watery expanse. Simultaneously, his left hand brandished the treasure mirror, channeling all his power. A deafening thunderclap erupted as a colossal bolt of lightning tore through the rain.
**Boom!**
Countless electric serpents danced across the marsh, their golden brilliance frenzied and terrifying. Water conducted lightning, amplifying its fury—a breathtaking collision of elemental forces.
“**Ahhh!**”
Six of the Rain Clan warriors screamed as they were sent flying, their bodies charred black, wisps of smoke rising from their scorched forms. They crashed onto the mountainside, shattering like brittle coal upon impact.
Three others vomited blood, their bodies blackened but still alive, their eyes wide with terror as they trembled and pointed at Little Rascal. “You—”
Before they could finish, arcs of lightning burst from their mouths, and their bodies split apart.
Only one remained, half his body charred but his head untouched. His face pale with fear, he stammered, “The cycle of creation and destruction… the supreme thunder technique of the Thunder Clan… how is it in your hands?! Ah—that’s the Suan Ni’s bone! It counters our Rain Clan! Damn it!”
He turned to flee, desperate to warn his kin. But Little Rascal gave him no chance, urging the Nine-Headed Lion to intercept him. The lion’s golden radiance blazed like an impassable wall, sealing his doom.
The boy before him was so young, yet he had already tamed a Nine-Headed Lion. Even Shi Yi at his age years ago couldn’t have been much stronger. A deep dread settled in the Rain Clan warrior’s heart—had their clan made a grave mistake in provoking this monstrous child? If they didn’t eliminate him now, calamity would surely follow!
“You should know—I am that child from back then,” Little Rascal murmured, his gaze distant as if piercing through time to the events of eight years prior.
“**What?!**” The warrior’s blood ran cold. He felt as if he’d fallen into hell. The child who’d lost his Supreme Bone had not only survived but grown into this terrifying force. The future he envisioned was one of bloodshed—Rain Clan elders roused from seclusion, forced into battle.
If this child could thrive without the Supreme Bone, how much more terrifying would he have been with it? The warrior shuddered.
“Shi Yi is divine! He is invincible! With him, our Rain Clan will prosper for millennia!” In his final moments, he clung to this desperate hope—Shi Yi, the peerless prodigy, was the only one who could suppress this child.
Little Rascal said no more. With a flip of his bone mirror, a thunderbolt lanced out, piercing the warrior’s chest. His body blackened, then exploded.
The Golden Lion shivered. Its usually playful sworn brother had just shown a ruthless, decisive side—one that inspired awe.
“The Rain Clan sent quite a few. If this remote path has ten elites, the main route must have even more. Let’s go slaughter them,” Little Rascal said calmly.
The land was a watery realm, dotted with lakes and veiled in mist.
**Boom!**
As they passed a lake, a massive dorsal fin broke the surface, followed by a gargantuan creature lunging toward the shore, its maw gaping. The Nine-Headed Lion recoiled, darting away as it sensed overwhelming pressure.
The shore vanished as the beast’s jaws sheared through a swath of forest. A storm of glyphs followed, shattering a nearby hill.
“What kind of monster is that?!”
“A Fish-Dragon!” Little Rascal gasped.
The lake revealed a draconic head, its eyes as large as millstones, teeth like swords, and scales glinting violet. It watched them coldly but did not pursue.
“This pocket realm is full of dangers. We must tread carefully—that Fish-Dragon is not to be trifled with,” Little Rascal warned.
They raced toward the other passage, encountering few other beings—most avoided this waterlogged region.
**Ssshh!**
A streak of silver moonlight beheaded the eleventh Rain Clan genius.
**Crack!**
Lightning pierced another, leaving a charred corpse.
“Twelve down. Why are there so many Rain Clan here? This shouldn’t be possible,” Little Rascal mused.
“They must’ve cheated the rules, sneaking in extra people,” the Nine-Headed Lion growled.
At the other passage, a figure sat shrouded in divine light, glyphs saturating the air. With each breath, the world’s energy pulsed around them like an ocean tide—a sight that would awe any witness.
Nearby, a group strolled by a lake—men dignified, women graceful, all exuding formidable auras.
“When will Shi Yi arrive? With him here, even a young primordial beast would be subdued.”
“He’s beyond us now, delving into ancient ruins for celestial bones. Once he succeeds, he’ll return.”
At the mention of Shi Yi, reverence filled their eyes—as if speaking of a deity.
“Our Rain Clan’s Twin Prodigy guards this path. Even if not Shi Yi’s equal, he surpasses all others.”
They glanced toward the passage, where a figure sat engulfed in light, glyphs resonating with the world.
“Let’s hope that brat shows up. With our Twin Prodigy and the others waiting, he’s dead.” A youth smirked, eyeing a distant peak.
“Silence!” a girl hissed.
The group tensed, falling quiet.
“Disaster! That demon child slaughtered our people!” A bloodied, half-charred Rain Clan warrior stumbled forth.
“What?!” a woman snapped.
“Sister Six… our ten adopted geniuses and our cousins… all dead. That demon came from the other path.” The messenger collapsed, lightning crackling from his body.
**What?!**
The group reeled. How could a child so young be this powerful?
Their clan had paid dearly to secure extra slots in this realm, hoping to claim its treasures. Yet before finding anything, they’d lost over a dozen elites—an unbearable blow.
Through the rain, a boy appeared astride a Nine-Headed Lion, its golden radiance parting the mist like a god descending.
Little Rascal had arrived—unhidden, unrelenting. Along the way, he’d hunted down eighteen Rain Clan geniuses.
“A Nine-Headed Lion?! A primordial king, tamed as his mount?!” The group was stunned, feeling the weight of an impending doom.
“Shi Yi tamed one years ago. With his double pupils, none can rival him!”
They invoked Shi Yi’s name for comfort, but their fear was undeniable.
**Boom!**
Little Rascal struck. The Suan Ni mirror flashed, a glyph forming before unleashing a thunderous beam.
The golden lightning seared toward the lakeside group, who scrambled to counter.
**Splat!**
The messenger’s body burst apart, annihilated before their eyes.
The Rain Clan seethed with rage and dread. This was a display of dominance—a warning none could stop.
The Nine-Headed Lion advanced, its aura oppressive.
“I gaze into the future—only chaos. I look back—your past is void. Why is this so?”
The figure at the passage rose, glyphs swirling. To their shock, the Rain Clan’s Twin Prodigy was a girl of fifteen or sixteen.
(Note: Continued in next response due to length.)
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