Chapter 300: The Wrath of the Rain Clan

Shi Ziteng’s face was cold and indifferent, devoid of his usual calm demeanor. His eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion, and he remained silent for a long time, a chilling aura emanating from him. The others were furious—they had acted without consulting Shi Ziteng, taking matters into their own hands to suppress that youth, only to end up in this disastrous mess.

This was truly an unbearable insult! Not only had the men they sent out been killed, but their severed heads had been sent back—a blatant mockery and humiliation!

“Does he want to wage war against us? Just a mere boy! Even if he has some backing, without anyone to protect him, does he really think he can challenge our Martial King Manor?” A middle-aged man spoke with a sinister tone, his killing intent surging uncontrollably. This was the gravest provocation—if they didn’t resolve it, they would lose all face.

At the Tiger Gate Inn, Shi Hao sat in the courtyard, fully expecting the other party to erupt in rage. He knew they wouldn’t reflect on their own actions but would instead blame him for provoking them.

“You wanted to kill me, yet you’ll probably blame me for fighting back. So used to being domineering,” Shi Hao muttered to himself. He decided that if things were going to escalate, he might as well make it big—let them suffer utter humiliation. After all, the Emperor’s grand birthday was approaching, and the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

“First, go to the Rain Clan Manor and ask—has Yu Lin returned?” Shi Ziteng commanded.

At this very moment, a gloomy atmosphere hung over the Rain Clan Manor. Many wore grim expressions—the heavy box they had opened contained a severed head, one of their own elite warriors.

Drenched in blood, Yu Lin’s eyes were wide with terror, as if he had suffered immense shock before death, filled with unwillingness.

“Is this a challenge to the dignity of our Rain Clan?!” someone roared in fury.

Recently, the clan had been in a somber mood. After the Great Demonic God’s rampage, the Rain Clan’s reputation in the imperial capital had plummeted. That battle had left them utterly humiliated, a complete disgrace.

Now, whenever people mentioned the Rain Clan, they immediately recalled the scene of the Great Demonic God slaughtering their way into their manor, leaving them cowering in fear—a total loss of face, the epitome of defeat.

This was a far cry from the prestige, dominance, and glory they had once built. Their reputation had been thoroughly shattered, and this crushing defeat had left them severely weakened.

“It was the Tiger Gate Inn that sent this head? Investigate immediately! This cannot be settled peacefully—no matter who he is, he must not be spared!”

“By doing this, he’s essentially declaring war, waiting for our response. He wants a fight!”

The Rain Clan Manor had been suffering greatly in recent days. Everyone was seething with suppressed rage—first the Great Demonic God had made their entire clan lose face, and now this incident. Many couldn’t take it anymore—this was like a spark igniting a storm.

“Fine. Let’s see who dares to target our clan. We’ll use this as an outlet to vent our frustrations and remind the imperial capital that the Rain Clan remains an ancient noble lineage!” declared an elder.

Soon, several battle-hungry high-ranking members of the Rain Clan arrived, demanding answers. Upon hearing the details, they erupted in fury—this was beyond insulting!

Recently, they had been investigating the “holy terror,” suspecting he might be the descendant of the Great Demonic God. Their mood had already been foul, and now this incident gave them an outlet for their pent-up rage.

“Take a group of men and surround the Tiger Gate Inn! Don’t let him escape!”

The Rain Clan was truly enraged. They dispatched their elites, immediately taking action.

Chaos erupted on the main street—the roars of savage beasts, the thunderous gallop of armored cavalry—startling all pedestrians, who quickly scattered to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

The Rain Clan was on the move. A group of powerful warriors arrived, surrounding the Tiger Gate Inn, leaving many stunned. Were they about to wage war?

These were the Rain Clan’s finest, clad in iron armor, wielding sharp weapons, their killing intent palpable as they sat atop ferocious beasts.

“What’s going on with the Rain Clan? After their recent humiliation, they’ve been keeping a low profile. Why are they making such a scene today?”

“My lord, what’s happening?” The innkeeper stepped forward—anyone who could run such a large establishment in the imperial capital had to have significant backing.

“Move!” The Rain Clan ignored him, shoving him aside as they stormed into the inn’s tranquil garden.

Shi Hao’s courtyard gate was wide open—he had been waiting for them. He was surprised that the Rain Clan had arrived first. This wasn’t their first encounter.

“Was it you who killed our clansmen?” The intruding group was cold and ruthless, their murderous intent undisguised. They hadn’t expected their target to be sitting there so boldly, making no attempt to flee.

“Aren’t you going to ask why?” Shi Hao studied them—these were undoubtedly battle-hardened warriors, reeking of blood as if they had just stepped off a battlefield.

“No need. You killed our clansmen—no matter the reason, you’re dead!” A young man sneered, pointing a black demonic blade at Shi Hao’s forehead.

“Arrogant, domineering, and self-righteous—you’ve got it all. Who do you think you are, killing without even asking for the truth?” Shi Hao retorted coldly.

“If you provoke the Rain Clan, you should know the consequences. Not just anyone can trample on us—you brought this upon yourself!”

“Don’t overestimate yourselves. The Rain Clan may be a noble lineage, boasting of divine ancestry, but now you’re just ordinary.” Shi Hao mocked.

“Even if we’ve declined, we’re not to be trifled with by the likes of you! Those who offend us will pay!” The young man’s black blade hummed ominously, its edge gleaming with energy.

“This isn’t ancient times. The Rain God perished long ago. You’re too full of yourselves—thinking you can dictate life and death in the imperial capital? Ridiculous. Your arrogance knows no bounds.”

“Clang!” The black demonic blade flared with runes as the young man slashed downward, aiming for Shi Hao’s head.

“Ding!” Shi Hao flicked his finger, unleashing a brilliant arc of lightning that collided with the blade, erupting in a dazzling burst of light.

The black blade trembled, electricity coursing through it, sending the young man reeling. Despite his strength, he was overwhelmed.

“Few dare to provoke the Rain Clan. You’ve got nerve!” A middle-aged man spoke, his gaze icy as he scrutinized Shi Hao.

Shi Hao laughed. “How laughable! Not long ago, the Great Demonic God slaughtered your kind, leaving you cowering in fear, too scared to even step outside your manor. Where was your dignity then? Now you’re acting all high and mighty again—do you not see how ridiculous that is?”

His laughter stung their ears—a blatant mockery that reignited their humiliation. The shadow of the Great Demonic God loomed large in their minds, a painful reminder.

“Clang!” The demonic blade struck again as the young man attacked. A prodigy of the Rain Clan, he had trained for over two decades, confident he could suppress this youth.

But he had underestimated Shi Hao. Before even merging with his Indestructible Golden Body, Shi Hao broke through his blade’s energy and closed the distance, his body gleaming.

“Slash!” Shi Hao countered with a palm strike, meeting the black blade head-on. The runes flared, then shattered—the blade itself trembled, cracked, and finally exploded!

This outcome shocked not only the young man but also the elders behind him. What kind of monstrous strength was this, to shatter a treasure weapon barehanded?

“Bam!” Shi Hao’s palm struck the young man’s chest, sending him flying. His ribs caved in, an irreversible injury—his sternum nearly shattered.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he crashed into the courtyard wall, dust billowing. He didn’t get up.

The others were stunned. This youth was terrifying—ending the fight in a single exchange, ruthless and precise. His combat experience sent chills down their spines.

Instantly, they abandoned all underestimation. One of them, shrouded in mist, summoned torrential rain and thunder—a true expert of the Rain Clan, a veteran of the Hundred Clans Battlefield, at the Engravement Realm.

Shi Hao didn’t take this lightly. His earlier victory had relied on speed and surprise. Now, the enemy was prepared.

In an instant, his body radiated dark light as he fused with the black metal figurine, his power skyrocketing to the Engravement Realm.

Rain and lightning struck him, but they clattered harmlessly off his body as he charged forward.

The Rain Clan experts paled. They had expected strength, but this was beyond imagination. How could a mere youth possess the combat power of a Marquis?

“Attack!” The others rushed in, unleashing their techniques and treasures.

But the results horrified them. Shi Hao was unstoppable—like a humanoid dragon, crushing everything in his path. With a single slap, he shattered a treasure weapon.

“Bang!” Another treasure was reduced to sparkling fragments under his fist.

“Who… are you?” The leader finally realized something was terribly wrong. Even a prodigy shouldn’t be this terrifying.

Shi Hao revealed his true face, letting them see clearly.

“What?! It’s you?!” They screamed in shock and terror.

The “holy terror” from the Void God Realm? Their minds raced—rumors within the Rain Clan had hinted at his origins. Their faces turned ashen as they stumbled back.

At this moment, their first thought wasn’t to kill him—it was to flee. This was a quagmire they couldn’t afford to sink into.

“You’ve probably guessed my background,” Shi Hao said calmly. “My grandfather once stormed your manor. As his grandson, shouldn’t I do the same?”

Their blood ran cold. The Rain Clan had speculated, but most had dismissed it. Now, the youth himself confirmed it!

“You… intend to invade our Rain Clan Manor?” someone stammered.

“Exactly.” Shi Hao’s tone left no room for doubt.