**”So tough, not tasty at all!”** Shi Hao frowned, gnawing on the divine decree with a loud *crunch-crunch*, expending great effort just to bite through it. Swallowing it whole was impossible—he had to grind it with his teeth, chewing vigorously with a deeply dissatisfied expression, clearly unimpressed by the flavor.
The Rain Clan members were on the verge of madness. This wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened. Back in the Void God Realm, the holy terror had done the same—clutching the divine decree like a bear with its prey, devouring a chunk of it. That very incident had left the decree incomplete, weakening its divine might during their last great confrontation with the Fifteenth Master, ultimately humiliating the Rain Clan.
The root of their misfortune lay here—all because of this ruthless child who had gnawed off a corner of the decree, damaging their sacred artifact and diminishing its power. Now, witnessing history repeat itself, the Rain Clan members were driven to the brink of insanity, their fury boiling over. Some elders nearly fainted from rage.
*Was there no justice in this world? How had he gotten his hands on another piece?!*
There he was, munching away like a rabbit on cabbage, the crisp *crack-crack* of his chewing echoing loudly, clearly enjoying himself.
The Rain Clan warriors surged forward in a frenzied assault, their treasures streaking across the sky like blossoming flowers of destruction. Yet, even as he chewed, Shi Hao summoned an earthen bowl. Radiant auspicious light spilled from it as it spun rapidly, swallowing over a dozen treasures in an instant, refining them to extract their essence and repair his own body.
*”This thing is amazing—what kind of material is at the bottom of this bowl?”* Shi Hao marveled. After purchasing it, he had used the Broken Sword to shatter the seal at its base, only then discovering its true power.
*Whoosh!*
At the same time, several figures were yanked off their feet, hurtling backward toward Shi Hao before vanishing into the bowl. Strands of multicolored light coiled within its mouth, swiftly reducing them to bloody sludge before spilling them out.
**”Return our divine decree!”** someone roared.
Outside the Rain Clan’s estate, the onlookers were stunned. This was a divine imprint, a vessel of the Rain God’s might—yet it was being *eaten*.
People couldn’t help but pity the Rain Clan. If this had happened once, it might have been bearable—but *twice*? It was as if the decree existed solely to feed the holy terror.
*Crunch!*
Shi Hao finally finished chewing and swallowed with a sigh. **”Meh. Better than last time, but still not great.”**
**”You—DIE!”**
A formation activated, but Shi Hao retreated just in time, avoiding the trap.
**”What’s happening?! Why did the divine decree just fly into his hands?! Investigate this!”** an elder bellowed.
They had only just opened their ancestral shrine and the sacrificial altar—they hadn’t even *used* the decree yet!
*Flicker!*
Golden light shimmered from the depths of the Rain Clan’s forbidden grounds, vanishing in a rain of radiance before reappearing in Shi Hao’s grasp.
The little pagoda had swallowed another large chunk, though too quickly for anyone to see clearly. Two more fragments, stripped of their lethal aura and golden brilliance, appeared—one merging with the Indestructible Golden Body, the other landing in Shi Hao’s hand.
**”That’s more like it. Share and share alike.”**
Now the holy terror felt balanced—no longer unfairly burdened while getting nothing in return.
*Crunch!*
He stuffed another piece into his mouth like a carrot, chewing loudly with a crisp, grinding sound—this thing was *tough*.
The Rain Clan was losing their minds. *How had he gotten two more pieces?!* One fused into his black battle armor, vanishing in strands of light, while the other became his next meal. Even the most composed elders were now hopping mad, their composure shattered.
**”Stop him! Retrieve the decree NOW!”**
They were beside themselves with rage, wishing they could skin the brat alive. How could this be happening *again*?
In the distance, the spectators were speechless. What was supposed to be a bloody, life-and-death battle had turned into… something absurdly comical.
**”Hey, Rain Clan brothers, toss me a piece too! I wanna taste!”** someone heckled, sparking waves of laughter.
**”Little brother, how’s the decree taste?”** another teased, mocking the Rain Manor.
**”Not great. Like chewing leather—tough and bland,”** Shi Hao critiqued.
The street erupted in laughter.
The Rain Clan’s faces darkened. This humiliation was worse than facing the Great Demon God. How could they ever hold their heads high in the imperial capital again?
**”Report to the elders—the divine decree fragments vanished on their own! We didn’t activate them!”** someone whispered urgently.
**”Deploy the decree!”** an elder roared, unable to endure the disgrace.
Though many felt an ominous dread, none dared disobey. With the Rain King still recovering from the Great Demon God’s crippling arrow strike, the elders’ word was law.
The decree fragments rose, piecing together midair like a shattered sun, radiating sacred golden light—awe-inspiring, divine, and utterly unyielding.
This was the will of a god, a sacred artifact passed down through ages, now awakened.
The characters on its surface were dense with divine laws, each symbol a chain of order capable of annihilating anyone they touched.
The only reason Shi Hao could chew it in the mortal realm was because the little pagoda had neutralized its lethal power.
As the decree descended, divine might surged, pressing down like a collapsing sky. The weaker onlookers collapsed, trembling.
**”Huh. Did I eat those missing corners?”** Shi Hao mused aloud, his voice carrying.
The Rain Clan’s faces twisted between livid and ashen, while the crowd barely stifled their laughter.
**”Kill him!”** the elder thundered, desperate to uncover what force was stealing their decree.
Yet the divine weapon never landed—its radiance dimmed, blocked by an unseen force, before three more fragments vanished.
**”Ugh, not again. I’m getting sick of this,”** Shi Hao complained, already munching on another piece.
One merged with his armor, another disappeared entirely, and the third—
**”This one’s got good energy. I’ll save it for when I break through to the Engravement Realm.”**
He tucked it into his Qiankun Bag.
**”Give it back!”** a Rain Clan member shrieked.
**”No.”** Shi Hao shot them a sidelong glance.
**”That’s our sacred decree!”**
**”Mine now.”** His eyes gleamed mischievously, driving them to fury.
By now, the elder’s face was ashen. **”Recall the decree. We can’t afford to lose more.”**
In the end, six more fragments vanished, leaving only half the decree intact.
The Rain Clan wanted to die. This was beyond humiliation—it was a cosmic joke.
**”Time to go,”** the little pagoda reminded.
**”Why not take it all?”** Shi Hao asked.
**”I’m already walking a tightrope. Any further, and I’ll disrupt the balance.”**
A chill ran down Shi Hao’s spine. Every time the pagoda mentioned *balance*, it felt like a blade of annihilation had just swept across the world.
He turned to leave.
**”You’re not going anywhere!”**
A Rain Clan expert lunged from the formation.
*Slice!*
Shi Hao spun, the Broken Sword flashing. Several figures were bisected midair—including an elder, a pivotal figure in their clan.
Against a Marquis-level combatant, even their elders were outmatched.
**”Rain Clan, behave yourselves. You might live a few more years—*if* you’re smart.”**
With that final, naked threat, Shi Hao strode away.
Without the little pagoda’s aid, he couldn’t breach their defenses—better to save its power for true calamities, like the Ancient Netherworld Spider.
The crowd watched in awe. A mere youth, scolding and threatening a royal clan, then leaving unscathed—unheard of!
In a few blurs, Shi Hao vanished—thanks to the Kun Peng’s speed.
He knew his identity was exposed. The Rain Clan would inform Shi Ziteng’s faction.
**”Might as well announce it myself.”**
No more disguises. From now on, he was *Shi Hao*.
And more importantly—he had someone to retrieve.
A memory from childhood, one of pure warmth.
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