Little Rascal’s chest burned like a furnace, glowing with an ethereal radiance. One could see droplets of refined blood forming within, as if cradling a divine being ready to be reborn. “Aaargh!” he cried out in pain—his chest wasn’t just itching but felt as if it were being torn apart.
From afar, the crowd sighed in pity. What a waste of such a prodigious youth, destined to perish here. There was no doubt—he had provoked divine wrath and would be obliterated by the sacred decree. The Rain Clan sneered coldly. What did it matter if he had the potential to become a peerless genius? He would die before ever reaching his prime. How could he possibly defy the will of a god?
“It hurts! Aaargh!” the holy terror howled.
The brilliance was blinding, obscuring the scene. People could only speculate—the Rain God’s decree must have unleashed its final divine might, erasing him from existence. In this place, a god could transcend all limitations, standing above mortals. Even suppressed, divine power far surpassed the talents of any mortal genius.
“What a pity. He was truly a rare talent—only a divine decree could kill him. Now, he’ll meet an untimely end.”
Even those unrelated to the conflict, bearing no grudges, felt sympathy for his plight. Such a prodigy, falling so young—had he lived, he would have undoubtedly become a supreme powerhouse, rivaling even pure-blooded creatures!
“Foolish arrogance. A god stands above all—how could an ant like you ever challenge them?” an elder of the Rain Clan mocked.
At last, the Rain Clan exhaled in relief. Barring any miracles, the holy terror was doomed—his body would be crushed into a pool of blood, his true self reduced to a lifeless husk. Divine law would obliterate his spirit entirely, leaving no escape.
“Hahaha!” someone laughed in delight. With the holy terror dead, the chaos would finally end. No longer would they fear his reckless challenges.
Among them were the Tuoba Clan, the Kun, Li, Yuan, and Meng families—all ancient lineages with deep grudges against the boy.
Little Rascal’s body had turned translucent, his chest like polished jade, veins and blood vessels clearly visible. Within, a radiant orb pulsed, as if nurturing a divine being, bathed in sacred flames—ready for rebirth.
It was a bone—still unformed, nourished by refined blood, its crystalline structure gleaming as if reforging itself. A terrifying aura swirled, though the divine decree’s radiance masked it from view.
Little Rascal’s chest was encircled by runes, as if a divine altar had been erected, kindling sacred flames. The vitality within his refined blood was overwhelming, continuously feeding the radiant orb.
The character “Slay” had already been weakened—first by the small pagoda’s impact, then cleaved by the broken sword. Now, it was doomed.
Light streamed from Little Rascal’s chest, threads of energy coiling around the “Slay” character, siphoning its divine essence to nourish his blood and bone.
“Still not enough to regrow it,” he murmured, the pain subsiding slightly. His emotions churned with faint regret.
This was only a fragment of the decree, incomplete—its divine essence insufficient for the radiant orb’s full transformation.
“I hope the Rain Clan brings the rest of the decree,” he mused, his body battered but his eyes gleaming with mischief.
*Pop.*
After an unknown length of time, the “Slay” character shattered and vanished. The light in Little Rascal’s chest dimmed.
As he had predicted—the bone had not fully formed.
Though disappointed, he found solace in the thought: his Supreme Bone was so formidable that even this fragment of divine essence couldn’t fully restore it.
The broken sword, glowing like a miniature sun, had also stirred under the mysterious fluctuations from his chest. Now, its brilliance faded, returning to normal.
Silence returned.
The Rain God’s decree now bore no “Slay” character—only the torn parchment remained, its divine glow greatly diminished.
The two halves hovered in the air, motionless.
The holy terror snatched one half, testing it cautiously. No danger—without the “Slay” character, the earthen-yellow paper held no divine will to attack him.
“What?! He survived?! The divine decree failed to kill him?!” The crowd was stunned. This outcome defied all expectations.
The Rain Clan’s faces darkened in fury. Their most sacred artifact had been defied—their rage was palpable.
The Tuoba Clan and the four great families were equally dumbfounded. They had mocked him moments ago—now, it felt like a slap to their faces.
Little Rascal, utterly nonchalant, stuffed the half-decree into his mouth and began chewing—loudly, like it was a radish.
“You—!” The Rain Clan’s faces twisted in horror. Their sacred decree—being devoured like a snack!
“Gah—!” Several esteemed elders coughed up blood in sheer fury. This was blasphemy!
“He… actually ate it?” The distant spectators gaped.
The holy terror’s teeth gleamed as he crunched away, muttering, “Tastes awful.”
The crowd nearly fainted. He was *critiquing* the flavor?!
“You wretched brat!” the Rain Clan howled, their humiliation complete.
“Disgusting little monster!” a violet-robed girl cursed from afar.
Princess Huo Linger stared, dumbfounded. “Is he a reincarnated glutton? He’ll eat *anything*!”
The Rain Clan’s rage was boundless. They wanted to charge and kill him—but feared his monstrous strength.
“Heaven is unjust!” they screamed.
Then—as if in response—a radiant orb descended from the sky, landing beside Little Rascal.
A stone tablet rose, inscribed with glowing characters—a record stele of the Void God Realm.
The Rain Clan’s jaws dropped. Was the universe mocking them?!
The holy terror had set *another* record?!
Little Rascal blinked as the orb burst, revealing two bronze fragments in his hands. His eyes widened in delight.
“More Divine Book fragments! At this rate, I’ll master a supreme treasure technique soon!”
The stele’s inscription confirmed it—he had defied divine will, earning this honor.
The Tuoba Clan and the four great families paled. This boy was terrifying—defeating a divine decree and gaining such treasures.
*Crunch.*
Little Rascal chewed the other half of the decree, wrinkling his nose. “This one tastes like chicken.”
“UNFORGIVABLE!” the Rain Clan roared.
Throughout this, Little Rascal had been silently healing. The divine decree had nearly destroyed him.
“Think I’m scared of you?” he growled, still seething from his near-death experience.
“Don’t give him time to recover! Kill him now!” a Rain Clan elder shouted, activating their grand formation.
Little Rascal downed a gulp of precious beast blood and charged, wielding the broken sword. Having faced divine will, he feared nothing now.
“Retreat! Not all of us can fight him!” another elder ordered, but Little Rascal snarled:
“Run, and I’ll hunt you down!”
The battle erupted.
Little Rascal stormed the sacred land, clashing against endless formations. Dragons roared, tigers howled—chaos reigned.
The land was littered with ancient bone treasures, now unleashing their power. A central formation even emitted wisps of primordial energy—terrifying beyond measure.
“Aaargh!” Little Rascal yelped as a chunk of his flesh was sheared off. He dodged back, gritting his teeth.
*BOOM!*
The broken sword flared. Nine heavenly passages opened as Little Rascal burned with power, tearing through formations.
Screams followed.
He breached multiple layers, slaughtering instantly—eight heads flew, their eyes wide in death.
Now, the holy terror was a demon god, cutting down foes without mercy. Memories of his fallen seniors fueled his wrath.
*BOOM!*
Another formation shattered. Twenty more fell, blood spraying high.
“Damn you! If we ever find your clan, we’ll exterminate every last one of you!” a Rain Clan elder raged.
Little Rascal showed no mercy. With a sweep of his golden wings, a dozen enemies exploded into gore.
A high-ranking elder convulsed under lightning, charred black. Little Rascal’s eyes turned icy—a crimson needle shot out, piercing the elder’s brow.
“AHHH—!” The elder melted into nothingness.
“Soul-Severing Needle!” the crowd gasped.
The Rain Clan quaked in terror. Their elder was dead—both here and in reality.
Little Rascal advanced, cold and relentless. The fallen faces of his sect brothers and sisters flashed in his mind.
“KILL!”
He tore through eleven formations, leaving corpses in his wake. The holy terror had gone berserk.
“You’ll pay for this!” the Rain Clan screamed.
*BOOM!*
A Kun-Peng’s wings unfurled, crushing eighty foes into bloody mist.
“This boy is rewriting destiny! He’s restoring the Kun-Peng technique to its peak!” someone whispered in awe.
The Tuoba Clan and others watched in dread. The Rain Clan’s fate might soon be theirs.
“KILL HIM!” the Rain Clan howled in desperation.
Then—a sinister elder grinned. “You want cruelty? I’ll show you cruelty.”
*BOOM!*
The sacred land’s core detonated.
Little Rascal was blasted back, his body cracking like porcelain. Even Rain Clan members were obliterated—over a hundred perished instantly.
“Ruthless!” the crowd shuddered.
“Finish him with the Soul-Suppressing Pagoda! Erase his true self too!” the elder snarled.
Little Rascal was on the verge of death—his body a shattered wreck.
Yet—
A miracle unfolded.
A colossal, hazy volcano materialized above him, rumbling as if spanning the heavens.
Even Little Rascal was stunned. His body was undergoing a bizarre transformation—was this… a *tenth heavenly passage*?!
“I’ll break through on my own! No baptism needed!” he declared fiercely.
“This is myth becoming reality!” the crowd gasped.
“STOP HIM!” the Rain Clan shrieked.
But it was too late.
The holy terror was ascending beyond mortal limits.
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