The sword energy surged like an endless sea, within which stars fell and crimson suns plummeted—a sight beyond imagination. Amidst this spectacle, mist billowed and lightning crackled, thunder roaring as if heralding the dawn of creation, evoking awe and heart-pounding terror.
“Not good!” The Rain Clan members swiftly retreated, their hearts gripped by fear. They sensed the overwhelming power of this sword strike—something they could neither withstand nor oppose. Everyone scattered to the sides, fleeing for their lives as the colossal sword energy cleaved down the central axis of their sacred land. With a deafening boom, it was as if a river of stars had crashed upon the earth.
Clearly visible were the falling sun, moon, and stars, the sword energy piercing the heavens, splitting the architectural complex cleanly in two and leaving behind a massive black abyss.
*Pop!*
From the depths of the earth, one precious bone after another emerged, only to crack like wilting petals, falling apart piece by piece before shattering completely. These were merely the inscribed bones hidden within this great fissure—imagine how many the Rain Clan had laid within their sacred land, lying in wait for the holy terror to step into their killing array and be refined alive.
“Kill!” roared an elder of the Rain Clan, his eyes dark with malice, his face livid. His murderous intent surged like a tide. He loathed that vicious child—just this single strike had inflicted catastrophic damage upon their sacred land.
Within the Rain Clan’s stronghold, lights of all colors danced as countless symbols ignited. Everyone acted in unison, unleashing dense arrays of glyphs and treasure spells, all aimed in a single direction.
*Boom!*
The earth itself seemed to explode as runes erupted like molten lava, all converging upon Little Rascal. The sheer scale and density of the attack made resistance impossible.
Little Rascal was startled. Even he dared not face such overwhelming force head-on—this was the combined might of countless experts, concentrated into a single beam of annihilation aimed directly at him. If struck, not even someone far stronger than him in combat prowess could endure it.
Shifting his position, his body moved like a Kun Peng taking flight, golden wings spreading as he soared through the air, narrowly evading the attack. Shockwaves rippled outward, the ground beneath him shattering into a deep abyss, while boulders weighing tens of thousands of pounds were sent flying in all directions—a terrifying sight.
*Swoosh!*
Little Rascal’s body blazed with light as thousands of golden feathers materialized, each like a divine arrow, densely packed as they emerged from his back before raining down upon the sacred land.
*Clang! Clang!*
The air was filled with the sound of countless golden beams crisscrossing like divine lightning, all descending with deadly precision. *Thud! Thud!* Screams erupted as dozens—no, hundreds—were pierced through, their chests, heads, and abdomens torn open, blood spraying in great arcs. Some were even lifted off their feet by the golden feathers, flung dozens of yards away before crashing down.
The scene was enough to make souls tremble—such was the horror of the Kun Peng Treasure Spell in action. With just a single strike, so many lives had been extinguished.
“Water Veil Shrouding the Heavens!” bellowed an elder. A pale blue barrier rose from the sacred land, forming a massive dome of light that shimmered like sapphire crystal, blocking the onslaught.
Finally, the golden feathers vanished, the divine arrows disappearing. When the Rain Clan took stock, they found nearly a hundred lives lost in that single attack—a devastating blow that filled them with fury and hatred.
Of course, most of their elite fighters had evaded the attack, but the loss of so many weaker members was still a heavy blow.
“Right from the start, he’s delivered a humiliating strike—what a terrifying holy terror!”
“The Rain Clan is in for a world of suffering!”
Whispers spread among the onlookers. The holy terror’s strength had surpassed all expectations, and he even wielded a weapon of mass destruction specifically designed to dismantle the Rain Clan’s formations.
At this very moment, in the real world, screams echoed through the Rain Clan’s estate in the ancient kingdom. Nearly a hundred deaths had left their spirits wounded and their true bodies severely damaged.
“Send more elites into the Void God Realm! Bring the Primordial Clan-Suppressing Killing Array—we must slaughter him!” someone roared, unable to swallow such humiliation. The battle had only just begun, yet the losses were already staggering.
Back in the Void God Realm, before the Rain Clan’s paradise, the gathered warriors were electrified, their hearts stirred by the spectacle. Of course, many wore grim expressions—their own sects had clashed with the holy terror in the Initial Lands, and now, seeing Little Rascal’s terrifying power, they realized they too would face dire consequences in the future.
*Swoosh!*
A dazzling silver light erupted from the Rain Clan’s sacred land as a massive beast hide unfurled, transforming into a towering fiend as tall as a mountain. Its body was covered in metallic scales, cold and gleaming, with a gaping maw full of fangs, a single horn upon its head, and a crocodile-like tail. Wings sprouted from its sides—this was a Howling Moon Silver Wolf, an ancient and immensely powerful creature.
“Ah, the Rain Clan has brought out a formidable treasure! That beast hide must be from a rare ancient remnant—truly astonishing!” Many gasped in shock.
*ROAR!*
The Silver Wolf charged forth with savage fury. The Rain Clan members channeled their combined power into the treasure, unleashing its peak combat prowess—the beast hide had reverted to its original form.
Little Rascal stared at the wolf but did not draw his broken sword, knowing its energy consumption was too great. He had already discerned their strategy—to exhaust him through sheer numbers.
Instead, a crimson treasure fan soared into the air, radiating scarlet brilliance. This was the treasure he had seized from the four great clans in the Initial Lands—the Gu Clan’s supreme heirloom.
*Boom!*
With a gentle wave of the fan, a sea of flames surged forth, like erupting volcanoes spewing molten lava, engulfing everything ahead.
*ROAR!*
Though as massive as a mountain, the Silver Wolf howled in agony as the divine flames consumed it, turning it into a blazing inferno.
“The Gu Clan’s supreme treasure!” The Rain Clan elders’ faces darkened. Back then, the loss of this artifact had enraged the Gu Clan, prompting them to dispatch countless elites into the Hundred Shattered Mountains in pursuit of Little Rascal—only to suffer even greater losses.
*ROAR!*
The Silver Wolf, now a creature of fire, roared defiantly as it charged through the flames, its body wreathed in crimson fury. Despite its agony, it refused to yield, unleashing silver runes from its maw that exploded like falling stars. Its massive claws tore through the earth with terrifying force.
Unfazed, Little Rascal let out a battle cry and shot forward, meeting the Silver Wolf head-on. His body erupted with boundless light as he delivered a punch to its massive claw.
*Boom!*
The wolf staggered, nearly toppling sideways, its silver claw shattered.
“Recall it!” The Rain Clan members panicked, not daring to press the attack further. They hastily withdrew the treasure before it could be destroyed.
But Little Rascal pursued. His palm glowed with violet radiance, lightning crackling around his fist as he struck the mountainous wolf’s back.
*Boom!*
The Silver Wolf’s spine shattered, a massive chunk of its body obliterated as it fled with a pained howl.
At the same time, Little Rascal swung the crimson fan once more, unleashing an endless tide of flames that engulfed the beast. The once-gleaming Silver Wolf was now charred black, its fur reduced to cinders.
Finally, it retreated back into the sacred land, reverting to a tattered wolf hide that fluttered to the ground.
The onlookers stared in shock. The hide was riddled with holes—shattered by Little Rascal’s strikes—and was now blackened, nearly incinerated.
“Rain Clan, you’re pathetic! I’m attacking your entire clan alone, yet you all cower inside, too scared to come out? Are you really so weak?” Little Rascal taunted from outside the sacred land, his words making the Rain Clan members’ eyes burn with fury, their faces twisted in humiliation.
Especially since he was just a child—his eyes bright, his demeanor innocent—standing alone to challenge a mighty noble clan. What face did they have left?
In the distance, the gathered warriors exchanged glances. Putting themselves in the Rain Clan’s shoes, they could only imagine the humiliation—a single youth blockading their sacred land, threatening to annihilate their legacy.
“Kill!”
From within the sacred land, a group of elders bellowed. The entire paradise darkened as mist enveloped it, countless runes igniting as they activated an infinite killing array.
*Swoosh! Swoosh!*
Ear-piercing sounds filled the air as beams of light shot forth. They were taking the offensive now. Even more astonishing, an entire palace complex rose from the ground like a fortress, bearing down upon the holy terror.
They could not afford to be besieged by a child—even if they won in the end, the shame would be unbearable.
This was the burden of their reputation. As the illustrious Rain Clan, they had to win—and win gloriously.
The fortress, a grand ancient structure embedded with countless precious bones, unleashed a deluge of killing light, aiming to drown the holy terror beneath its might.
“Kill!”
Little Rascal roared as he soared into the air, his broken sword erupting with divine radiance. Within the sword energy, suns, moons, and stars rotated—vast and boundless, like a celestial sea descending.
*Boom!*
The magnificent fortress trembled violently, its precious bones cracking as it teetered on the verge of collapse.
“What?! Even this supreme treasure can’t withstand him?”
“No—that broken sword resembles the one wielded by the founder of the Sky Mending Pavilion! This is dire!”
The Rain Clan was aghast.
Ignoring them, Little Rascal poured everything into his strikes, the boundless sword energy submerging the fortress like an ocean.
*Crack!*
Finally, the sound of shattering echoed as the grand structure exploded, transforming into a rain of light that painted the sky in dazzling brilliance.
Within the sacred land, the elders coughed up blood, their vision darkening. This treasure was priceless, a masterpiece forged over countless years with untold resources—now reduced to rubble.
The losses were catastrophic.
“Kill!”
The holy terror took the initiative. Drawing a deep breath, he harnessed the power of his nine heavenly apertures, his body brimming with energy as he charged forward, launching an all-out assault on the sacred land.
The battle erupted in full. The broken sword’s dark light blotted out the sun, its edge sharper than divine radiance as it enveloped the sacred land.
*Boom!*
The earth shattered, debris flying skyward as the sword’s unstoppable might tore through the paradise. Countless ancient structures collapsed, and screams filled the air—the Rain Clan was suffering heavy casualties.
Though they had numerous protective arrays, they were being torn apart one after another. The holy terror’s ferocity was unmatched—he was on the verge of breaching their defenses.
“Kill him!”
The Rain Clan members grew desperate, activating their primordial divine array at the very center of their stronghold.
The battlefield became a cacophony of war cries, treasure spells, and chaos as the sacred land boiled with fury.
Not only was the entire Void God Realm stunned—countless spectators rushed to witness the battle—but even in the real world, the ancient kingdom’s major powers watched closely, awaiting the outcome.
This battle carried immense implications. A mere youth sought to topple a glorious ancient clan, to conquer a true sacred land.
Would he forge an invincible legend, or would the Rain Clan cut him down?
The world held its breath.
“If he truly wins, he’ll shatter the balance—a single person annihilating an ancient legacy will shake the heavens!”
“How many years has it been since such a figure emerged? This is both thrilling and terrifying!”
The world was in turmoil. From the imperial clan to the great sects, all waited with bated breath for the battle’s conclusion.
“We must win—we cannot lose!” A Rain Clan ancestor growled, his expression savage. Defeat was unacceptable—it would bring eternal shame, rendering them a laughingstock in the imperial capital.
“But he’s too strong—invincible within the Heavenly Aperture realm, wielding supreme treasures. Unless Yi’er emerges from seclusion, we have no hope of opposing him.”
“Fetch the Divine Decree! I won’t just slay his avatar—I’ll annihilate his true body, reducing him to ashes for eternity!” Another ancestor’s eyes gleamed with malice, his voice icy.
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