A group of people rushed over, overwhelmed with emotion. Today, they had been ambushed and imprisoned underground, sensing turmoil within their clan. Little did they expect it was the Fifteenth Master who had returned—the once-feared Great Demon God, whom they had long believed dead. Now, he stood before them, their sworn brother from battles past, a man of matching temperament. They laughed and wept, their emotions spiraling out of control at the sight of a brother resurrected from death.
“HAHAHA… Old Fifteen, it’s good you’re back!”
After a long while, they gradually calmed down, surrounding him as they escorted him into a grand hall for a proper conversation. The Fifteenth Master was in no hurry to act—he feared nothing, confident that no one could escape the nine great banners sealing the Martial King’s Mansion.
“I want to know—where is Ziling? Is Hao’er still alive?” The Fifteenth Master’s voice was low, his brows deeply furrowed, his expression heavy with sorrow. His raw emotion stood in stark contrast to his earlier domineering aura.
Silence fell over the group. They felt ashamed, knowing they had failed to protect his descendants.
“Back then, none of us were in the mansion. By the time we returned, it was already too late,” one sighed.
“It’s all my fault. I failed to protect Hao’er.” The most guilt-ridden was the lion-like elder, ranked fourth among the clan elders. Back then, he had vehemently demanded the execution of the poisonous woman and punishment for Shi Yi, but Shi Yuan and others had stopped him, nearly sparking internal strife.
“I want to know—what exactly happened?” The Fifteenth Master sat upon a towering throne of flood dragon hide, exhaustion weighing on him. His heart was heavy with foreboding.
“Hao’er… was a born Supreme Being…”
As the elders recounted the past, the Fifteenth Master’s emotions surged. His grandson had possessed such a bone—a treasure beyond measure. He laughed like a child, overjoyed.
“Hao’er was adorable, brilliant, with big, bright eyes. But then…”
When he heard how his grandson had been strapped to a cold iron bed, his Supreme Bone brutally carved out while he bled and cried, the Fifteenth Master erupted in fury. His roar shook the entire Shi Mansion.
**BOOM!**
Entire sections of palaces exploded, walls collapsing, tiles shattering. His rage was boundless. Who was he? The Great Demon God! His grandson, a Supreme Being, had suffered such cruelty! He could imagine the child’s agony—helpless, begging, his innocent eyes filled with confusion, calling for his family while that wicked woman showed no mercy.
“My Hao’er… you suffered so much…”
Tears welled in the eyes of the Great Demon God—a man of unyielding dominance, who had always struck his enemies like thunder. Yet now, he wept, his fists clenched so tightly they trembled. His heart ached unbearably.
Such pain inflicted on a child so young…
“Grandpa failed you… I wasn’t there when you needed me most.”
“Old Fifteen, don’t blame yourself. You left to seek pure blood for Hao’er, risking your life for him. He would be happy knowing that.”
“AHHH—!”
Unable to contain himself, the Fifteenth Master roared at the heavens, his hair standing on end like a true demon.
“Daring to harm my grandson—did you think our bloodline had no one left?!”
His fury burned with the desire to turn back time, to bathe that underground prison in blood.
Far away, Shi Li, hiding in a distant hall, trembled in terror. He had been deeply involved back then, siding with Shi Yi and his mother.
As the clan continued recounting the past, the Fifteenth Master listened silently, his rage simmering beneath the surface. But his eyes grew colder, sharper—like a beast’s, terrifying to behold.
His heart bled for his grandson—a Supreme Being, reduced to a hollow shell, his memories shattered, his brilliance dimmed.
“My poor child… my poor Hao’er!”
Unable to endure it any longer, he stormed out of the hall, marching toward a stone mountain.
With a thunderous **CRACK**, he extended a massive hand, unleashing endless runes that shattered the earth and collapsed the underground prison.
“NO—!” Shi Li screamed in terror. He had hidden, but it was useless. The Great Demon God had found him.
The Fifteenth Master seized him from afar, lifting him like a ragdoll.
“Got any more life-saving talismans? Use them all now!”
“N-none! Just that one!” Shi Li wailed.
**SLAP!**
The Fifteenth Master backhanded him, sending teeth flying in a spray of blood. His jaw shattered as he was sent crashing into a distant hillside, rocks tumbling around him.
He whimpered in fear. Once, he had dared to challenge Shi Ziling, relying on seniority. But before the Great Demon God, he didn’t even dare struggle.
He knew better than anyone how terrifying the Fifteenth Master was—even the mighty Five-Colored Luan King, a primordial beast, had fallen to his arrows in mere shots.
“My Hao’er… you poor child!”
The elder’s grief was a storm. With a brutal **KICK**, he sent Shi Li smashing into the mountain, his body half-crushed, screaming in agony.
This was mercy—had the Fifteenth Master wished it, the first slap would have turned him to paste.
“Continue,” the Fifteenth Master said coldly, forcing himself to listen.
Shi Li’s heart sank. The Great Demon God was using him to vent his fury—this was worse than death.
Had he been of the same bloodline, perhaps mercy might have been shown. But he was not. His fate was sealed.
As the story unfolded, the Fifteenth Master’s heart bled. His chest heaved with rage and grief. He longed to shatter the heavens, to rewrite history.
Only when he heard how Shi Ziling had returned, slaughtering his way through the mansion and impaling the poisonous woman with a golden spear, did some of his fury abate.
But in the end, Shi Ziling and his wife, outnumbered, had been forced to flee with their dying child—now bereft of his Supreme Bone. Their whereabouts remained unknown.
Tears rolled down the Fifteenth Master’s face. His family—torn apart, their fates unknown.
With a final, anguished roar, the Great Demon God lost all restraint. Like a wounded beast, he howled, his hair wild, his tears unrestrained.
He was unstoppable—a demon unchained. Every step cracked the earth, every gesture reduced buildings to dust.
He wept openly—something the indomitable Great Demon God had never done.
A child, a Supreme Being, his bone stolen, his blood spilled—grafted into another, colder child.
“My poor Hao’er… Grandpa will avenge you. Let’s see who dares stop me!”
His roar shook the heavens, echoing beyond the mansion—a declaration to the entire royal capital.
The Great Demon God feared no one. He would have justice.
**BOOM!**
He stomped, collapsing an entire underground palace, forcing Shi Yuan and his faction to the surface.
“Stop! Old Fifteen, let’s talk—no violence!” they pleaded.
“Talk? TALK?!”
The Great Demon God’s palm descended like judgment. Bones shattered, blood sprayed, bodies crumpled.
Shi Yuan and his followers fought back, unleashing formations and spells. But thirteen years had passed—the Fifteenth Master was stronger than ever.
A single roar turned half of them to mist.
The brutality stunned all witnesses.
“Did you think our bloodline had no one left?!”
“Old Fifteen! Don’t kill us! Ziling is still alive! Hao’er might be too! Don’t you want to know where they are? STOP!” Shi Yuan shrieked, trembling like a leaf.
The words gave the Great Demon God pause. He forced himself to calm, his gaze icy.
“Old Fifteen, don’t kill them yet. Take them prisoner. Rest first,” his old brothers urged, fearing he would slaughter the entire mansion.
“Fine.”
One word.
The entire clan was summoned. The Fifteenth Master raised his hand, and a golden-winged roc materialized, pressing down on Shi Yi’s faction with divine might.
As for Shi Li—his cultivation was crippled before he was kicked into the crowd like trash.
Seated upon his throne, the Fifteenth Master remained silent for a long time before speaking.
“I am not unreasonable. Today, I will explain justice to you.”
Relief flickered among the crowd—perhaps the storm had passed.
Then, cold as death, he continued:
“The Shi Clan forbids internal strife—kin killing kin. Violators face execution. Today, I enforce this law.”
Terror gripped them. Their blood ran cold.
“Old Fifteen, you can’t! Only the Martial King can pass such judgment!” Shi Yuan cried.
**SPLAT!**
A single finger strike, and Shi Yi’s great-grandfather screamed—his cultivation was gone.
“You say I’m unfit to judge?” The Fifteenth Master’s gaze was lethal.
None dared speak.
He rose, a demon-god incarnate, his lone arm no less imposing.
“Old Fifteen, even if we erred, the Martial King must decide!” another elder ventured.
“The Martial King? He’s grown senile. All these years, and he allowed this injustice. He’s lost his edge.”
The crowd shuddered. The Martial King—a man who once rivaled the Human Emperor in youth, whose might shook the ancient kingdom.
“How dare you disrespect the Martial King!” an elder shouted.
“Disrespect? Then let me discipline you first!”
The Great Demon God’s palm became a golden millstone, crushing the elder into a bloody mist.
The violence stunned all.
“If the Martial King has grown senile and unfit to rule—he can be removed.”
Silence.
The Great Demon God’s will was law.
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