The Rain Clan’s estate was vast and magnificent, with towering walls densely inscribed with mystical glyphs—a once-glorious and illustrious domain. However, after the successive demolitions by the Great Demon God and Shi Hao, the grandson, the Rain Clan’s reputation had plummeted, becoming a laughingstock. Their hatred for Shi Hao’s lineage ran deep, whether from the grudge of the dual-pupiled one or their own conflicts with the young Stone, all of which had escalated to an irreconcilable level.
This was not Shi Hao’s first visit, but the atmosphere was starkly different. Now clad in golden battle armor, wreathed in draconic energy, he stood with a war halberd on his back and a divine sword in hand, his presence unmatched. Behind him, a silent legion of soldiers clad in black armor, their weapons gleaming coldly, stood in perfect formation, all pointed forward.
The imperial decree had long been delivered, yet the Rain Clan’s estate remained eerily silent, its inhabitants having retreated into the inner courtyards. “Traitors shall be executed! But not all of your clan is guilty. Lay down your arms, and only the ringleaders will face death!” a general bellowed into the estate. Still, silence reigned as the Rain Clan seemed locked in desperate deliberation.
Suddenly, a brilliant light erupted from within—someone was attempting to open a spatial passage via sacrificial rites, hoping to flee. “Futile!” a burly general roared. Indeed, the capital’s defensive formations were already active, and the imperial clan’s altar had been awakened, disrupting all escape attempts. The light flickered out, the void trembling violently.
“Shi Hao, you ruthless fiend! Slaughtering our clan will bring divine retribution upon you!” a voice filled with venom finally rang out from within. Shi Hao remained indifferent. Behind him, a general thundered, “How dare you play the victim? Your clan conspired with foreign sects to overthrow the Stone Nation’s legacy! And yet, the new emperor shows mercy—only the guilty shall perish. Your slander condemns you further!”
“Would you have your entire clan wiped out?” a marquis added coldly. Unease stirred within the estate—clearly, not all were willing to die for pride.
“The new emperor ascends with clemency, yet you wage war like a tyrant! You will fall to chaos!” another curse spat from the Rain Clan.
“Fools clinging to their last breath,” the marquis sneered. “The Rain Clan’s fate is sealed.”
“Time’s up. Advance,” Shi Hao finally commanded.
With a deafening roar, the soldiers surged forward, weapons raised, their battle aura soaring to the heavens. “Slay!” Shi Hao’s single word ignited the charge. Blades and spears swept forth, their combined might forming a radiant tide that crashed into the Rain Clan’s estate.
In an instant, gates and walls crumbled, their protective formations shattered like glass. The soldiers, led by their generals, stormed through the ruins like an unstoppable flood. The Rain Clan’s estate was carved apart, four courtyards collapsing in a storm of rubble and dust.
Shi Hao watched impassively from outside, surrounded by his elite guards. In truth, few in this world could harm him now, especially within the capital, where imperial draconic energy shielded him. His protection was but a symbol of his majesty.
“Shi Hao, your arrogance will be short-lived! The foreign sects will descend, and you will fall!” another curse echoed through the rain-soaked air. The heavens themselves seemed to weep as the Rain Clan unleashed their divine arts—torrential downpours, each droplet sharp as a blade, lashing at the army.
A marquis stepped forward, his sleeve flicking dismissively, shattering the rain-blades into harmless mist. Yet the Rain Clan was not done. A colossal lotus bloomed amidst thunder and lightning, radiant and terrifying, its aura shaking even the bravest warriors.
“Rain Dao’s Nine Heavens!” someone gasped. Shi Hao had faced this before, but now the entire clan fueled it, its power magnified beyond measure.
“Strike now! Do not let it reach the eighth or ninth heaven!” a general ordered. The army attacked, but the lotus regenerated, growing ever stronger.
“No more delays,” Shi Hao declared, his voice thunderous. Drawing his golden divine sword, he swung—a single slash that drowned the estate in blinding radiance. The lotus was severed, withering irreversibly. Blood sprayed as Rain Clan members fell in droves.
“Advance!” Shi Hao commanded. The army surged again, their momentum unstoppable. The Rain Clan, formidable as they were, could not withstand the might of an empire. Soon, only their central shrine—dedicated to the Rain God—remained standing.
“You go too far, brat!” a legless elder snarled from the shrine’s steps—the Rain King himself, crippled long ago by the Great Demon God.
With a roar, he produced a divine decree, spitting blood upon it to activate its power. Lightning and wind howled as the decree hurtled toward Shi Hao.
“Out of tricks?” Shi Hao sneered. His golden sword flashed, shattering the decree mid-air.
Then, a sudden surge of malevolent energy—a stone statue of the Rain God, hurled like a living weapon. The crowd gasped. “A divine artifact?!”
Calmly, Shi Hao sheathed his sword and drew his halberd. With a mighty throw, it pierced the statue, carrying it like a comet back into the shrine—where it impaled the Rain King, reducing both to dust. The shrine collapsed, its sanctity obliterated.
“Impossible!” the Rain Clan wailed.
Shi Hao recalled his halberd, coldly dismissing their despair. “A clan’s god is no match for the Stone Nation’s divine arms.”
With that, he turned away. The two marquises and the army ensured no escape. By day’s end, the Rain Clan was no more—only women and children spared. The rest had chosen their fate.
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