“What kind of lousy god is this? If you’re so powerful, why don’t you transcend the constraints of this realm’s rules and order? Slash! Chop! Devour! Devour! Devour it all!” The holy terror showed no fear of the divine, let alone reverence. With a savage roar, his childish face bore a hint of mischief, as if taunting the village’s big yellow dog back in his younger days. Despite the life-and-death struggle, there was still a trace of boyish mischief in him, making the scene both exasperating and amusing.
The broken sword in his hand blazed like a scorching sun, its radiance unbearable to behold. Sword energy surged forth in waves, each ripple powerful enough to level mountains. In the sky, hundreds of massive sword beams struck the talisman, where light cascaded like a waterfall and thunderous explosions echoed as if stars were shattering.
*Pop!*
The earthen-yellow talisman glowed, bursting like fireworks. The character “Slay” etched upon it grew even more menacing, exuding an immortal aura as it trembled incessantly. The light rain intensified, transforming into a golden waterfall pouring from the talisman. It carried the will of the Rain God—unyielding, a divine law.
Yet, it remained suppressed within the Cave Heaven Realm, not daring to break free.
*Boom!*
Even so, it was terrifying. The golden light rain was as sharp as needles, humming and shaking the heavens. Countless golden specks clattered against the broken sword.
*Thud!*
Despite his formidable defenses, the Little Rascal failed to dodge entirely. Another droplet pierced his calf, sending a spray of blood into the air.
“Tattered paper! You’re already falling apart, yet you dare wound me?” The holy terror seethed. Nine volcanoes roared within him, their molten rivers surging into his body.
“Rotten scrap, just split already!” he bellowed. The ancient black sword in his hand shimmered with streaks of radiance, like a black phoenix awakening. Its aura grew even more terrifying as countless sword beams slashed toward the sky.
*Bang!*
The talisman was knocked askew, trembling violently under the relentless assault. Even the divine edict couldn’t remain unshaken.
The Little Rascal pursed his lips, his expression growing graver. He swung relentlessly, his arm leaving afterimages in the air from sheer speed. The broken sword quaked, having been swung countless times, until its black blade resonated with his arm, filling the battlefield with an unending hum. The area became a sea of swords.
As the broken sword hummed, sword shadows merged into one. The runes and radiance it unleashed coalesced into an immortal ocean of sword energy, surging toward the heavens.
*Clang!*
The divine edict trembled violently, its brilliance dimming in an instant before being sent flying. The Little Rascal didn’t relent—his sword strikes continued. From the sea of blades, several colossal sword beams rose, thick as mountains, crashing down with devastating force.
*Boom!*
The divine edict was sent flipping hundreds of feet away, its glow fading further. The divine flames enveloping it flickered as if on the verge of extinguishing.
The onlookers were horrified. How terrifying must his sword energy be to repel a divine talisman? It defied belief.
The Rain Clan members were even more shaken. This was sheer brutality—a mere child, resisting the Rain God’s edict, surviving this long, and now counterattacking!
“Invoke the Rain God!”
In the sacred land, the elders sat cross-legged, chanting an ancient incantation. The younger generation followed suit. A mysterious ripple spread like tidal waves.
The Rain God’s edict revived, its power surging beyond before. It rumbled like thunder, transforming into a golden sun.
*Boom!*
Simultaneously, lightning crackled. Golden sun rain poured down—this was the Rain God’s profound truth, his wrath incarnate.
A god’s dignity could not be challenged or defiled. Sensing its authority slighted, it erupted in fury!
“Why’s this rotten scrap stronger again?” The Little Rascal grimaced, two more bloody holes appearing on his body. Even his formidable physique couldn’t withstand the divine rain’s assault.
He fought back fiercely but was ultimately overwhelmed, plummeting from the sky, swallowed by the golden downpour.
The holy terror unleashed a treasure spell. Behind him, a black ocean surged, blocking the golden sun rain and resisting the divine law. The pressure was immense.
Finally, he landed once more.
Defiant, he refused to yield. He knew retreat meant death. There was no running—this divine edict, bearing a god’s mark, had reached the pinnacle of what this realm allowed.
Golden rain poured endlessly, accompanied by thunder.
“Slash! Slash! Slash with all my might!” The holy terror roared. He stomped the ground, launching himself back into the air, his Kunpeng wings unfurling as he soared forward.
Fearless, he swung his sword relentlessly. The nine Cave Heavens around him glowed, gradually merging with his body, fueling the broken sword’s eruption. The fluctuations were as violent as an ocean.
At the same time, he summoned a treasure spell—a Kunpeng fused with his sword, lunging toward the heavens.
A true Kunpeng wasn’t entirely golden; black runes adorned its form. With a single leap, its wings blotted out the sky, its colossal body inspiring terror. Compared to it, a human was but a speck of dust.
It opened its maw, swallowing the golden sun-like divine edict whole—a sight beyond belief.
The talisman underwent a drastic change, expanding as it released immortal radiance, illuminating the heavens. Its aura intensified.
The Kunpeng, unafraid, merged with the sword energy, embodying an indomitable force capable of suppressing the world.
*Boom!*
A majestic aura erupted. The Kunpeng struck, sending the golden talisman flying, flickering as if on the verge of explosion.
The Kunpeng pursued, ready to devour it whole. Its massive form filled the sky, leaving all spectators dumbfounded.
“This isn’t just a Roc—it’s a Kunpeng! How terrifying! He’s actually replicated such a treasure spell!”
*Boom!*
The Little Rascal landed, then charged again, merging with the Kunpeng at its core. The broken sword blazed brighter, transforming into a beak as it struck with devastating force.
The collision shook heaven and earth. Light rain scattered, divine radiance flooded the battlefield, obscuring all vision. The brilliance was too blinding to behold.
Only after a long while did the light fade, restoring peace to the sky. The Little Rascal plummeted with a pained scream, drenched in blood—his injuries severe.
Where was the Rain God’s edict?
The crowd was bewildered. The earthen-yellow talisman had vanished, along with the golden rain.
At this moment, the Rain Clan members were on the verge of madness. That talisman bore a god’s will—how could it just disappear?
“Rotten scrap!” The Little Rascal cursed as he crashed to the ground, bloodied and furious. He quickly retrieved a vial of precious blood, uncorked it, and drank it like water.
*Hum!*
Suddenly, a golden talisman reappeared in the sky, its aura overwhelming. It had transformed from earthen-yellow to pure gold, radiant and divine.
A crack marred its surface—proof of the earlier clash. The material had been no match for the Kunpeng and broken sword.
Yet, the divine will within was indomitable. Enraged, even as a mere fragment of a god’s consciousness, it couldn’t tolerate being repelled by a mortal.
“Still not broken?” The Little Rascal felt a pang of fear. His injuries were severe.
The golden talisman glowed, the character “Slay” resonating with metallic clangs. Immortal aura poured forth, accompanied by overwhelming killing intent.
A deafening rumble filled the air as the talisman unleashed a golden ocean—no longer mere rain, but a divine sea crashing down.
The Little Rascal cursed and bolted, his divine wings propelling him at breakneck speed. But the golden ocean was relentless, omnipresent, burying him beneath its fury.
“Break for me!”
The Kunpeng treasure spell surged. A black ocean, vast beyond measure, rose to clash with the golden sea. A massive black fish leaped, devouring the divine radiance.
*Clang!*
The talisman in the sky shimmered. Every stroke of the “Slay” character trembled, detaching like a treasure artifact—iron hooks and silver slashes, bold and powerful.
The Little Rascal’s expression changed. He hurled the broken sword skyward to intercept the “Slay” character. The collision was thunderous, shaking both forces violently.
Divine hymns echoed as if gods themselves were chanting, shaking souls to the core.
Golden tempest poured down. Lightning crackled from the “Slay” character, streaks like silver rivers crashing toward the Little Rascal.
Thunder and rain intertwined—what was a Rain God without mastery over lightning? The divine edict unleashed its full might.
The Little Rascal grimaced, his expression uglier than tears. Today had been torture. Despite his grievous wounds, he still hadn’t destroyed the talisman.
If others knew his thoughts, they’d be stunned. Battling a god’s imprint to this extent was already legendary.
What more could he do? Slay the edict? That would be outright blasphemy!
In the sky, the “Slay” character blazed, each stroke like lightning, bombarding the Little Rascal until he nearly smoked.
The broken sword blocked above, clanging incessantly.
“Wake up already! Don’t let this rotten scrap bully me!” the Little Rascal shouted.
He felt the sword was testing him, refusing to awaken fully. It infuriated him—he nearly stomped on the blade in frustration.
The battle raged fiercely. The talisman’s golden ocean clashed with the black sea behind the Little Rascal. A massive black fish churned the waves, while the “Slay” character rained lightning and slaughterous intent, determined to crush the holy terror.
There was no retreat. The Little Rascal was cornered, relying solely on himself to fight to the death.
“Roar—!”
A purple Lion-Dragon erupted, towering like a mountain, leaping to bite the descending lightning. It sought to smash the “Slay” character with a single swipe.
*Boom!*
The collision was cataclysmic. Lightning clashed against lightning, setting the battlefield ablaze.
The battle reached its zenith. The Rain Clan grew uneasy—this holy terror was too formidable, resisting even a fragment of the divine edict.
They feared the worst, their faces pale as they watched, praying the Rain God’s will would annihilate him swiftly.
The Little Rascal was in dire straits. His body was riddled with over twenty bloody holes, his robes soaked crimson. Never had a battle been this brutal.
“If I had ten Cave Heavens, I’d devour you whole!” he growled, refusing to surrender. Gradually, he sensed the talisman’s glow dimming—its power waning.
“Hold on! It’s weakening too. I must endure!”
The holy terror clenched his teeth. Defeat now meant certain death.
“Eh? The edict’s fading!”
At that moment, others noticed the anomaly.
The Rain Clan’s faces turned ghostly pale. Dread gripped them—how could even the Rain God’s edict fail to suppress him?
Finally, the talisman flared one last time, transforming into a colossal star hurtling toward the holy terror for the kill.
“It’s over! The edict’s final surge—its power must’ve skyrocketed. He’s done for!” Huo Ling’er gasped.
“The god’s last strike!” Others sighed, certain of his doom.
The Little Rascal roared. A Kunpeng and Lion-Dragon orbited him at blinding speed, shielding him. Simultaneously, the broken sword shot up, clashing violently with the edict.
*Swoosh!*
At last, the broken sword seemed to awaken, slicing the talisman in two.
Yet, the “Slay” character remained intact, descending toward the Little Rascal’s chest. The two halves of the talisman still pressed down to annihilate him.
“Rotten scrap, I’m not afraid of you!” the holy terror yelled.
*Boom!*
The “Slay” character unleashed its final radiance, drowning everything. No one could see—only feel an overwhelming force expanding.
Though death seemed imminent, the Little Rascal fought on. With a flick of his head, the crystalline pagoda tied to his hair struck the “Slay” character.
*Ding!*
A soft chime rang out, halting its advance.
Alas, the pagoda didn’t awaken—it was just a single strike.
Yet, it was enough to dim the “Slay” character slightly. Seizing the moment, he grabbed the broken sword and slashed with all his might.
*Clang!*
The impact was deafening, further weakening the character.
The Little Rascal howled, throwing caution to the wind. Just as he prepared to swing again—
Suddenly, his chest blazed with unbearable heat. A terrifying aura spread as strands of radiance ensnared the “Slay” character.
It was as if a black hole had formed there, voraciously devouring. The Little Rascal couldn’t help but cry out—the itch was maddening.
His Supreme Bloodline was strengthening, birthing boundless vitality.
Shi Yun Feng’s gaze swept across the crowd, his voice resonating like thunder: “Who dares to challenge me? Step forward!”
Shi Lin Hu clenched his fists, veins bulging on his arms as he roared, “Shi Yun Feng, you think you’re invincible just because you’ve mastered a few techniques? Let me show you the true power of the Stone Forest!”
Shi Hao stood silently at the side, his eyes gleaming with an unfathomable depth. He whispered to himself, “The storm is coming… and none of you are prepared.”
Shi Da Zhuang, ever the brute, cracked his knuckles and grinned savagely. “Enough talk! Let’s settle this with fists!”
Shi Zhong Hou, the strategist, stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Fools… strength alone won’t win this battle.”
Meanwhile, the Azure-Scaled Eagle circled high above, its piercing cry echoing through the mountains. The Lion-Dragon, a mythical beast of legend, stirred in its slumber beneath the earth, sensing the rising tension.
Glyphs shimmered in the air as the ancient powers of the Flood Dragon and Jiao Peng began to awaken. The Zi Shan Kun, a sacred peak veiled in violet mist, trembled slightly as if responding to the gathering storm.
Xiao Tian, the enigmatic wanderer, leaned against a withered tree, his expression unreadable. “The threads of fate are weaving… and none can escape their design,” he murmured.
Zhuo Yun, the swift and deadly, flicked his blade with a smirk. “Let them fight. The victor shall claim the Treasure Spell—and the secrets of the Leviathan Roc Essence.”
Yu Feng, the silent assassin, melted into the shadows, his presence vanishing like a wisp of smoke.
Tuo Ba, the towering berserker, bellowed a challenge, shaking the very ground beneath him. “Come! Let blood decide the worth of warriors!”
And so, beneath the watchful gaze of the Lunar Grace Goddess and the ancient spirits of the land, the stage was set for a battle that would shake the heavens and split the earth.
The winds howled, the earth quaked—and destiny awaited its chosen champions.
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