Chapter 311: Proclaiming to the World

“He’s that holy terror who actually went through such an ordeal? He… has been wandering all these years—who taught him his skills?”

“By the heavens! The savage child from the Void God Realm—his name is Shi Hao, from the Martial King Mansion? Truly unexpected that he suffered such a tragic fate!”

The imperial capital erupted in an uproar. Everyone was stunned. News like this was akin to a meteor crashing into the ocean, stirring monstrous waves!

“Are you spouting nonsense to humiliate our Martial King Mansion?” Shi Zhong He roared, unwilling to admit it. If this were confirmed, it would be a colossal scandal. His voice thundered across the sky, audible to all.

The events of the past involved too much and had been sealed as taboo. Now that they were exposed, the damage was immense.

“You did it, yet lack the courage to admit it? How despicable,” Shi Hao mocked.

“Young man, don’t speak recklessly. Regardless of whether you are the grandson of the fifteenth elder, you shouldn’t twist the truth,” another interjected, his eyes gleaming, sensing disaster.

This matter was too shocking—who was telling the truth? At this moment, not only were the people on the main streets in an uproar, but even secluded nobles in their mansions were shaken by the news.

A born supreme? What a terrifying title! Recalling ancient records, people couldn’t help but tremble. If true, how favored was the Martial King Mansion by the heavens? To have a dual-pupiled prodigy was one thing, but a born supreme as well? Unthinkable!

The entire capital was in chaos, unable to settle. A youth had shattered years of silence, revealing secrets like a comet striking the earth, shaking the world.

“Shameless!” Shi Hao said softly, yet his words slapped them across the face, turning their expressions pale.

Could this matter be buried? Shi Hao sneered. He hoped they’d speak more—only then would the truth be fully exposed for all to see.

Shi Zi Teng sighed, his composure lost. He hadn’t expected things to spiral out of control so quickly. Every word from his nephew stirred turmoil.

Could it be concealed? He doubted it. Even within the Martial King Mansion, factions existed. If those aligned with Shi Hao spoke up, nothing could remain hidden.

Trapped in this predicament, Shi Zi Teng’s gaze turned icy. There was no way to “clarify” things now.

“Keep talking. Expose how I’ve ‘slandered’ you,” Shi Hao said calmly, watching them.

Shi Zhong He and the others were gripped by anxiety. The truth couldn’t be buried—what could they do? Their earlier denials had backfired.

The situation was dire. Speaking would only worsen things, while silence would imply guilt. They were truly being roasted over flames, suffocated by frustration.

“You’re young, but ruthless,” a middle-aged man muttered under his breath.

“So, you feel no remorse for the past? Instead, you blame me now? How noble of you,” Shi Hao jeered.

“We are of the same bloodline. Even if the clan wronged you, must you be so merciless? How can our clan stand in the capital now?” an elder pleaded.

“Hao’er, we were wrong, but dwelling on the past won’t solve anything. Let’s unite to strengthen our lineage,” another middle-aged man beside Shi Zi Teng added.

These words were confined to the mansion, spoken too softly for outsiders to hear. Their only hope was to placate Shi Hao and salvage some dignity.

“Weren’t you aggressive earlier, denying everything and accusing me of lying? Why the sudden change?” Shi Hao demanded.

The group flushed with anger and shame. The verbal slap stung unbearably.

Then, an elderly man with white hair and unsteady steps approached—Shi Yuan, crippled by the Great Demon God. He stared at Shi Hao, emotions complex.

“That child actually survived… a true miracle,” he sighed. “Your stepmother has been punished. What’s done cannot be undone, but Hao’er, you remain our pride. Return, and you may inherit the Martial King title.”

“I wasn’t in the clan then. When I learned of it, I was furious,” Shi Zi Teng finally spoke, breaking his silence. “The past is painful, but justice was served. Child, the clan wronged you, but don’t hold hatred. All was for the clan’s prosperity.”

His voice, though not loud, carried through the streets. The mystery of how Shi Yi’s mother died was finally revealed—she had been executed. A shocking act of righteousness?

“Hao’er, some in the clan acted rashly, but their intentions were for the clan’s growth. We don’t ask for forgiveness, but don’t let hatred consume you. Come home,” Shi Zi Teng said earnestly.

Shi Hao was surprised. His uncle had the makings of a cunning leader, always speaking for the greater good.

“My stepmother took my supreme bone and went unpunished until my father returned and killed her. The clan wants me back? Then why was my father exiled, hunted by the Rain Clan to the Western Frontier? And when my grandfather returned to investigate, why was he blocked and forced to fight?” Shi Hao’s words spread, igniting fresh outrage.

“So that’s why he tore down the Rain Clan’s mansion! There’s so much hidden truth!”

The public reeled. A born supreme robbed of his bone—how tragic! Yet, they soon realized: the protagonist of this scandal was the savage child himself—now a young supreme!

“Heaven! We almost overlooked—he survived losing his bone and grew this strong? Unbelievable!”

“If he still had that bone, how powerful would he be?” The thought left everyone breathless.

Many marveled at the youth’s resilience, rising from near death to such heights.

“Hao’er, what do you want here?” Shi Yuan asked helplessly. The more they spoke, the more was exposed, fueling the chaos.

“I came to announce to the world—I’m alive. I want my father and grandfather to know.”

“Father! Mother! I’m still here!”

“Grandfather, don’t despair! Your Hao’er lives! Even without that bone, I can still conquer the world!”

Shi Hao’s roars echoed, ensuring this scandal would spread far and wide. His name would dominate the capital’s discourse.

Now, people understood the savage child’s origins—a supreme robbed of his bone, yet rising like a phoenix.

“Hao’er, what do you truly want?” Shi Zi Teng finally dropped his facade, his voice chilling.

Killing intent simmered beneath his calm. He had restrained himself in Green Wood Garden, but now, he could barely hold back.

Yet, he refrained from open hostility.

Shi Hao smiled. “Uncle, shall we spar?”

The mansion tensed. “Sparring” was a euphemism—this was a reckoning.

“Hao’er, we’re family. Must we fight?” Shi Zi Teng said evenly.

But Shi Hao’s mocking grin unsettled him—the youth saw through him.

“Uncle, let’s fight. Life or death—as you wish!”

“You’ve gone too far. He’s your elder. If you feel wronged, speak, but violence isn’t the way,” Shi Zhong He interjected.

“You want me to reason? Fine! All of you should be executed under clan law. Do you accept?!” Shi Hao retorted sharply.

Shi Zhong He’s face darkened. “Then I’ll face you first.”

He stepped forward, wary of the youth’s reputation.

But when Shi Hao merged with his Indestructible Golden Body, Shi Zhong He panicked. “Activate the formation!”

“Who dares?!” the Great Demon God’s old comrades growled.

Shi Zhong He sighed and summoned a bone formation, encircling Shi Hao.

With a flick of his sleeve, Shi Hao unleashed a stone case. Eight tiny, radiant swords shot out.

“The Eight Calamities Sword Formation?!” Gasps filled the air.

The swords shredded the bone formation effortlessly.

Shi Zhong He attacked again, but Shi Hao—now at marquis-level power—captured him in his Heaven-Transforming Bowl.

“Feed you to spiders, or execute you?” Shi Hao mused.

“Spare me!” Shi Zhong He begged.

“Then watch as the one you robbed battles your so-called divine prodigy.”

With a flash, Shi Zhong He’s cultivation was crippled, and he was tossed aside.

Just like that, an elder was neutralized.

“Uncle, your turn,” Shi Hao said.

“Very well. Let’s see how you, a young supreme, compare to your brother,” Shi Zi Teng said, stepping forward.