Chapter 137: Great Victory

“Awooo…” A wolf-like howl echoed through the sky, startling many fierce beasts in the mountain ranges. They instinctively raised their heads to see a massive crimson bird flapping its wings as it soared past. “What are you staring at? Never seen a bird with such dazzling plumage and an aura that dominates the heavens?” The crimson bird cast them a sidelong glance, its demeanor dripping with disdain for the so-called heroes of the world.

“What kind of bird is this? Why is it howling like a wolf?”

“Probably a bastard child, a cross between a Firecloud Sparrow and a Demon Wolf,” murmured some of the beasts below, whispering and critiquing.

The crimson bird, already in a foul mood with a black pot strapped to its back, grew even more irritated. It glared down at the beasts in the mountains and roared, “What do you bunch of country bumpkins know? I am a descendant of the divine Vermilion Bird! One more word, and I’ll sweep you all aside with a single strike!”

“Awoo—roar!” Suddenly, a colossal black-furred ape, standing over a hundred meters tall, leaped from a great canyon. Its monstrous aura blotted out the sky as it lunged toward the crimson bird with terrifying speed.

With a startled screech, the crimson bird flapped its wings wildly, barely dodging the ape’s massive palm. It transformed into a streak of fire and vanished over the mountains, breaking out in a cold sweat. “What kind of cursed place is this? So dangerous! Back in the outside world, I was practically a king! Why do I keep getting bullied here? I used to be the one doing the oppressing!” The bird fumed, its temper nearly boiling over.

Little Rascal and Xiao Tian were equally shocked. That ape was undeniably terrifying—far beyond what ordinary people could handle. Its power was unfathomable, a true native of this land.

They continued their flight, searching for traces of the Rain Clan, but found nothing. “Let’s head to the desert. Maybe they’re still stubbornly lingering there,” Little Rascal suggested.

The golden desert stretched endlessly, its shimmering grains blinding under the scorching sun. The vast silence was almost oppressive.

“Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not risking my life here. Those old geezers are too terrifying. Survival comes first,” the crimson bird declared.

“If things go south, just carry us away,” Little Rascal replied.

Heat waves distorted the air as they ventured deeper into the desert, searching meticulously. Little Rascal also hoped to find another chance at the Taiyi Divine Water.

“At least a few pounds of this divine liquid should be enough for all of us,” Xiao Tian said, well aware of the dangers of approaching it.

“More is always better. It still doesn’t feel like enough,” Little Rascal mused, thinking not just of himself but also of Stone Village. He counted on his fingers, “Grandpa Chief, Uncle Hu, Da Zhuang, Er Meng, Little Rascal…”

“Exactly, you can never have too much of this stuff,” the crimson bird chimed in.

“None of your business,” the silver-robed youth snapped, eyeing the bird warily as if it were a thief.

“Gods above, just let me die! This is unbearable! How did a noble divine bird like me end up in such a miserable state?!” The crimson bird whined, itching to bite Little Rascal in frustration.

“Quiet!” Little Rascal suddenly hushed them, his ears picking up faint sounds.

The crimson bird swiftly descended, carefully navigating past a dune before spotting something. “There’s an old geezer leading a bunch of brats!”

Yu Wentian had been seething with rage lately, his face perpetually dark. The thought of capturing that brat and subjecting him to a slow, torturous death consumed him. At nearly sixty, his cultivation was formidable, but in this realm, his power was sealed. Losing his legs before achieving anything was a devastating blow.

Just as they were about to obtain the Taiyi Divine Water, that detestable boy had descended from the sky, shattering the Rain Clan’s hopes of resurgence. “If I see you again, I’ll crush your bones and make you suffer!” he snarled.

Beside him were several Rain Clan prodigies, two of whom carried his chair through the desert. They understood his bitterness—after all, he was a powerhouse reduced to this state by a mere child.

“Zi Mo has gone to fetch Shi Yi. With his Void-Piercing Pupils, he’ll find that brat in no time,” one youth said.

“If Shi Yi comes, and if he’s obtained the Heavenly Bone, his evolution will be unstoppable,” another added, their eyes gleaming with reverence.

“Don’t let me catch him!” Yu Wentian gnashed his teeth, his future bleak without his legs.

“You brought this upon yourself,” a voice rang out. From behind a dune emerged two figures and a bird—the very brat the Rain Clan despised.

“It’s you! You dare show your face?!” Yu Wentian roared, launching himself from his chair with a surge of murderous intent.

Little Rascal, now significantly stronger, met him head-on. With a golden bone scissors, he shattered Yu Wentian’s barrage of runes.

“Break!” Little Rascal bellowed, his palm erupting with lightning. The clash sent shockwaves through the desert, sand surging like tidal waves.

Yu Wentian was sent flying, his arm numb and bleeding. He couldn’t believe it—this boy’s raw physical power had pierced through his defenses.

Before he could react, his arm bones shattered under the force. Desperate, he spat out a dark, sinister horn, unleashing a soul-rending wail.

“Evil be gone!” Little Rascal countered with the Suan Ni Treasure Mirror, its golden lightning overwhelming the dark energy.

The horn cracked under the divine artifact’s might.

“Uncle is no match now that he’s lost his legs and his treasure is inferior,” the Rain Clan youths whispered before charging in.

“Think numbers will save you?” Xiao Tian stepped forward, his eight Heavenly Passage openings making him a peerless genius. He blocked them all.

Meanwhile, the crimson bird, still fuming, stormed into the fray, wielding its black pot like a madman. “You bastards dare mess with me? I’ll flatten you all!”

The Rain Clan was baffled—when had they ever provoked this bird?

The battle was one-sided. Xiao Tian ensured no one escaped, while the crimson bird wreaked havoc.

On the other side, Little Rascal faced Yu Wentian like a young beast, each clash stirring golden sandstorms.

With a final strike, the Suan Ni Treasure Mirror shattered the dark horn. Yu Wentian, desperate, feigned unleashing a forbidden technique.

“Retreat!” Xiao Tian warned.

But Little Rascal saw through the ruse. As Yu Wentian tried to flee on a purple feather, the golden scissors severed it. In a flash, Little Rascal decapitated him.

“You…!” The head could only utter one word before life faded from its eyes.

“If you were truly resolved, you wouldn’t have announced it,” Little Rascal said coldly.

With Yu Wentian dead, the remaining Rain Clan members panicked. “Run! Fetch Shi Yi!”

But none escaped. The crimson bird and Xiao Tian ensured total annihilation.

Only Yu Kun, Yu Wencheng, and Yu Zimo remained—the rest of the Rain Clan’s forces in Hundred Shattered Mountains had perished.

Leaving the desert, the crimson bird’s mood improved. “My combat prowess is truly peerless. I swept through them all single-handedly!”

Little Rascal grinned. “Good progress. Next time, you handle Yu Kun and Yu Wencheng.”

The bird shook its head. “No way, those old monsters are too strong. But once they hear this news, they’ll be furious—perfect for an ambush.”

Xiao Tian departed to safeguard the divine liquid, while Little Rascal pressed onward.

A glowing portal appeared—a passage to another realm. The crimson bird dashed through, emerging into a new world.

“Who dares disturb the Wu Residence’s hunt? Retreat at once!” a voice thundered.

“The Wu Residence…” Little Rascal’s eyes gleamed. That was his birthplace—the family that had once forsaken him for Shi Yi.