The guardians of the Rain Clan’s mansion were stunned, utterly dumbfounded. Just moments ago, they had been loudly berating the youth, ordering him to leave with words dripping with disrespect. Little did they expect that the other party would retaliate with even greater audacity—sending a single palm strike that shattered the Rain Clan’s grand gatehouse, sending rubble flying in all directions and reducing it to ruins. Such overwhelming dominance! This was, after all, the estate of a prestigious ancient noble family! Who would dare cause such a disturbance here? Everyone was left speechless, unable to believe their eyes. Just how bold must one be to wreak havoc at the Rain Clan’s doorstep? A mere teenager—had he grown tired of living?!
The street first fell into eerie silence before erupting into chaos.
“Who… who are you? Seeking death?!” The Rain Clan’s guards stammered in fury. This was beyond outrageous—did this brat think the Rain King’s estate was some common marketplace? Lately, they had been suffocating under humiliation, their entire clan oppressed by the Great Demonic Deity, their pride trampled into dust. And now, even a reckless youth dared to challenge them so brazenly! Had the Rain Clan truly fallen so low? For a moment, they couldn’t help but entertain the thought—otherwise, why would even a mere child dare to provoke them like this?
“We’re talking to you! Do you hear us? Do you want to die?!” The guards roared, venting their pent-up rage.
“If you don’t want to die… scram!” Shi Hao responded coldly, raising his hand once more with the same overwhelming force. His massive black palm descended like a mountain, obliterating another wall with a thunderous crash. Boulders the size of millstones flew in all directions, dust billowing into the sky.
The Rain Clan’s men were dumbstruck. Was this… real? A surge of heat rushed through their bodies, igniting their fury. With furious bellows, they lunged forward like wild beasts. This brat was too insolent—did he think the Rain Clan was some soft fruit to be squeezed and crushed at will? This was a noble estate, a legacy of countless generations! They were convinced this youth had lost his mind—how else could he be so brazen? This was… sheer madness!
A piercing hum filled the air as treasure spells erupted, glyphs flashing brilliantly, illuminating the surroundings. Yet, with a single swipe of his hand, Shi Hao extinguished all the glowing symbols in the void, dispersing them into wisps of dissipating essence.
“So strong!” The guards felt a pang of fear, but they didn’t retreat. Over a dozen of them charged like savage beasts, each brimming with ferocity. Their rage had reached a boiling point—if they didn’t kill this brat, they felt they’d combust from sheer fury.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao didn’t even regard them as threats. Instead of engaging them directly, he simply stomped the ground with overwhelming force. The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, shattering the stone steps before the Rain King’s estate and splitting the earth with massive fissures. The charging warriors staggered, then were violently flung backward, crashing into the ruined walls and gatehouse, raising clouds of dust.
Shocked and enraged, they realized this youth was terrifying—his stomp alone had shattered the earth, the force of it injuring and repelling them all.
“This kid is no joke, no wonder he’s so bold,” they muttered in dread. Immediately, they sent word deeper into the estate. After the initial shock and fury, they sensed something ominous—this wasn’t just a reckless youth. This could escalate into something far worse.
“Who dares cause trouble at the Rain King’s estate?” The destruction of the gatehouse and walls had alerted those inside. Several experts stationed there quickly emerged.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao didn’t waste words. Another palm strike reduced the remaining walls to rubble, the entire street-facing section collapsing into ruins. The sight left the arriving experts pale with rage. One immediately summoned a treasure artifact, hurling it toward Shi Hao with lethal intent—this brat was far too arrogant!
*Clang!*
To his shock, the youth punched the artifact mid-flight. A crisp *snap* echoed as the weapon shattered into pieces.
“What?! He’s this formidable?!”
“No matter what, we must eliminate him swiftly—show him the consequences! Otherwise, the clan will punish us severely,” one muttered. After the battle with the Great Demonic Deity, the Rain Clan had tightened security. These experts were stationed at the front courtyard for a reason—if they failed today, they’d suffer dire consequences.
With solemn reverence, they retrieved a stone casket, treating it as if it were a divine artifact. A forceful tap opened it, revealing a radiant glow and an overwhelming killing intent. Chanting incantations, the casket emitted a metallic hum.
In an instant, a sword formation manifested, enveloping the area. Eight flying swords, each no longer than a palm, shot forth—crystalline and translucent, radiating deadly energy. They slashed through the air like lightning. Shi Hao dodged, and the swords cleaved through the street, slicing the solid bluestone pavement as if it were tofu.
Shi Hao’s heart skipped a beat. These warriors were skilled, but the treasure they wielded was even more extraordinary—a true killing weapon far beyond their own capabilities.
*Swoosh!*
A blue blade, barely half a foot long, streaked toward him with terrifying sharpness, like a divine beam rising from an emerald sea.
*Clang!*
Shi Hao flicked his finger, deflecting the azure bone sword with a crisp ring. Though it was sent flying, it remained intact—astonishingly durable.
“Impressive swords,” he mused. The material was clearly from the bones of a fearsome ancient beast, further enhanced with intricate engravings to withstand such force.
The remaining seven swords attacked in succession, their blade lights surging like tidal waves, each strike stronger than the last.
“What?!” Shi Hao was stunned. This formation was extraordinary—each subsequent sword amplified the previous one’s power. By the eighth strike, it was like an ocean of blades descending, overwhelming and terrifying.
“What a formation! This must be an ancient legacy, a true killing treasure!” he marveled. Clearly, after their last calamity, the Rain Clan had fortified their defenses with this deadly setup.
“Such a rare find!” Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed. He hadn’t expected to encounter such a treasure so soon after stepping into the Rain Clan’s territory.
Rather than facing it head-on, he opened his ten heavenly passages. As the dazzling sword lights surged toward him, all eight blades were swallowed into the vortexes, vanishing without a trace.
It wasn’t that the formation was weak—it was simply that Shi Hao had opted for the most efficient method of neutralizing it.
“You—!” The Rain Clan’s experts were aghast. This was their clan’s prized killing treasure, crafted from the bones of eight ancient beasts, each sword razor-sharp and inscribed with profound runes. And now, it had been effortlessly confiscated.
Shi Hao had struck gold. The Rain Clan had placed this formation at the gate to intimidate intruders, only for him to claim it without it even unleashing its full power.
“Ten heavenly passages… You’re—!” Their faces drained of color as realization dawned. They instinctively retreated.
With a cold snort, Shi Hao exhaled a bolt of violet lightning, unwilling to waste time. Purple radiance coiled through the air, followed by agonized screams. Thunder rumbled, shaking the street. Everyone watched in shock—another great conflict was unfolding at the Rain Clan’s doorstep.
The battle ended swiftly. Charred bodies littered the ground, twitching with residual arcs of electricity. Though none had died, none could rise to fight again.
“I have no wish to slaughter needlessly,” Shi Hao said calmly. “But if pushed, I won’t hold back.”
Chaos erupted within the Rain Clan’s estate as reports came in. A group stormed out, faces twisted in fury. Was this a deliberate slap to their clan’s dignity? After the Great Demonic Deity’s rampage, their reputation had already suffered—and now, a mere youth was replicating the same humiliation?!
“Who dares provoke our clan?!” A thunderous roar announced the arrival of dozens more warriors, swiftly encircling the entrance.
The street buzzed with excitement. The rapid succession of events had left the onlookers dazzled. This youth’s audacity had stunned them all.
“Quick, go see! The Rain Clan’s in trouble again!”
“Ah, today’s turning lively. The Rain Clan’s gates have been smashed again—this time by a teenager who took down a whole group. Looks like another spectacle’s brewing!”
The commotion spread like wildfire. The Rain Clan’s members turned ashen-faced. Once again, they had become the laughingstock of the imperial capital.
Meanwhile, Shi Hao examined the eight swords closely. They were indeed exquisite—each forged from the bones of ancient beasts, their hues distinct and lustrous.
“The Eight Calamity Swords… fallen into your hands,” one of the Rain Clan’s experts muttered darkly. This was their clan’s ultimate weapon—yet it had been effortlessly seized without unleashing its might.
The true Eight Calamity Swords of antiquity had been legendary, forged from the bones of eight divine birds and pure-blooded beasts, paired with an ancient sword formation technique said to slay saints and demons alike.
But obtaining the bones of eight such creatures was near impossible. The techniques had been preserved, but the materials were irreplaceable. Who in this era could slay eight adult divine beasts?
To Shi Hao’s delight, the stone casket bore the incantations—a relic equivalent to a formation diagram, allowing the swords to unleash their true potential.
“Who would’ve thought I’d obtain such a treasure?” he mused. “Perhaps one day, I’ll gather eight divine beast bones and forge the true Eight Calamity Sword Formation.”
With a quick refinement, he prepared to test them in battle.
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