The Fifteenth Grandfather descended from the heavens, his long hair whipping backward like a tempestuous storm, his towering figure resembling a deity or demon descending upon the mortal realm! The Rain King screamed in terror, his body now only half intact—not merely split open, but truly shattered beyond repair, leaving him permanently maimed. Seeing the Fifteenth Grandfather land, he gritted his teeth and desperately offered the remnants of his exploded flesh as a sacrifice to the divine decree. The golden blocks of the decree then glowed, finally freeing themselves from the divine arrow.
“Whoosh!” The golden decree wrapped around him as he fled back into the Rain King’s mansion. The Great Demon God stepped down from the sky, landing before the grand estate with an icy gaze, his aura overwhelming and awe-inspiring!
“Rain Clan, your reach has grown too long. You dared to intrude upon my Wu Mansion, flaunting your power and declaring you would ‘cleanse the household.’ Did you think possessing divine artifacts made you invincible? You know not the meaning of death,” the Great Demon God murmured softly. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the silver arrow back into his body.
At this moment, the imperial capital fell into a brief silence. All major factions were stunned—none had expected events to escalate to this point, with even the Rain Clan being dragged into the conflict. What had begun as internal strife within the Wu Mansion had now erupted into a full-blown war between noble clans!
Within the Rain Mansion, an eerie quiet prevailed. No one spoke, for today’s events had defied all expectations—even divine artifacts had failed to suppress the Fifteenth Grandfather. This was nothing short of terrifying.
The Great Demon God advanced step by step toward the grand estate, his gaze cold and merciless. Finally, he drew his massive bow and nocked an arrow of black and white.
“Men must pay for their deeds!” he declared. With those words, he drew the bowstring taut, his powerful form radiating an overwhelming force. The arrow he loosed blazed like a miniature sun, dazzling and scorching.
“BOOM!” The magnificent gatehouse ahead exploded into fragments, but the arrow, still wreathed in light, continued forward, obliterating multiple courtyards in its path. The sight was astonishing—a single arrow had carved a deep trench through the earth, reducing entire structures to rubble with sheer, domineering force.
The might of this single shot left all onlookers stunned. The Rain Clan’s gates had been obliterated, their courtyards reduced to ruins. Even the most formidable defensive runes had failed to withstand the assault.
“Shi Zhong Tian, do not push us too far!” a furious roar echoed from within the Rain Mansion.
“Push you too far? Not long ago, you marched into my Wu Mansion, declaring you would execute me and ‘cleanse the household’ in my stead. Where is that arrogance now?” the Fifteenth Grandfather replied coldly.
He drew his bow once more and fired another arrow into the estate. Another deafening explosion—this time, ten courtyards were reduced to rubble. Though no lives were lost, the sheer devastation was more terrifying than any massacre. The Rain Clan was driven to madness, their fear overwhelming.
Who was this man, capable of assaulting their clan with such unstoppable force? They regretted ever provoking the Wu Mansion, for now they faced a wrathful god of war.
A third arrow followed, blazing like a falling mountain, pulverizing an entire district of buildings. The sheer dominance, the unyielding might—it was as though he was plowing through the land, obliterating all resistance.
This was not the work of swords or blades, but of arrows—unstoppable, unbreakable, their force so overwhelming that the Rain Clan could not even lift their heads in defiance.
By this day’s end, regardless of whether they survived, the Rain Clan would bear an indelible mark of shame. Their mansion was not the only thing destroyed—their very spirit had been shattered.
The imperial capital trembled. The Great Demon God’s assault was direct and brutal—he simply drew his bow and fired, annihilating everything in his path.
Six arrows in total descended like six ancient demonic peaks, reducing the outer sections of the Rain Mansion to ruins. The sight left even the leaders of the capital’s great factions stunned.
“Hateful!” the Rain Clan seethed, their regret bitter. Why had they provoked that “holy terror” in the Void God Realm? He had devoured the “Punishment” decree, leaving their Rain God’s decree incomplete. Now, they realized—perhaps that missing fragment was why their divine artifact had failed against the Great Demon God’s weapon.
That wretched child! How could he have done something so outrageous, plunging them into such peril?
“Fifteenth, enough! Do not push us beyond our limits!” someone within the Rain Clan bellowed in anguish.
“Push you beyond your limits? I heard how you hunted down Zi Ling and sought to eradicate Hao’er. How dare you question me now?” the Great Demon God retorted, his fury unrelenting.
The Rain Clan could only retreat, their outer structures collapsing one after another. They fled to the deepest part of the estate, where a sacred temple enshrined the stone statue of the Rain God. Desperate, they began to worship, invoking forbidden power.
The temple was a forbidden zone—not only did it house the Rain God’s decree, but remnants of divine formations lingered within. They would use this to counter the Fifteenth Grandfather.
Sure enough, as the temple was activated, radiant mists surged forth, swiftly enveloping the entire estate.
The Fifteenth Grandfather narrowed his eyes. After several devastating assaults, he stood high in the sky and loosed a silver-glowing arrow—the divine arrow!
“BOOM!” A blinding explosion erupted, a mushroom cloud of divine energy surging into the heavens. The temple trembled violently, nearly collapsing.
The Rain Clan was horrified. Even their sacred temple had almost fallen!
From above, the Fifteenth Grandfather was also surprised. This temple was strange—it pulsed with divine energy, resisting even his silver divine arrow.
“Rain Clan, heed my warning—live honestly and righteously. If the heavens do not punish you, I will!” he roared, firing another volley of silver arrows. Each strike caused the temple to shudder, cracks spreading across its surface.
The Great Demon God’s dominance was absolute. He was on the verge of annihilating the Rain Clan in a single battle, leaving all the nobles of the capital in shock. Even a figure from the imperial palace glanced in his direction.
“BOOM!” Finally, the temple fractured, collapsing in part, dust and divine aura swirling in its wake.
The Rain Clan was dumbstruck. Their ancestral sanctuary—a sacred relic of their god—had been shattered! Their eyes burned with rage, their hatred boundless.
“You too have sacred places you hold dear. Reflect on what you have done in the past!” the Fifteenth Grandfather said coldly.
“Kill him!” Several enraged Rain Clan members charged from the temple, ascending toward the sky in a suicidal assault.
“Bang!” The Great Demon God fired once more. The arrow exploded mid-air, obliterating them all.
This battle between the Fifteenth Grandfather and the Rain Clan held the attention of many. His dominance was suffocating—a single man suppressing an entire clan, an unimaginable feat.
“How could this happen?” The Rain Clan’s sacred grounds were in chaos. To be crushed by one man was an unbearable humiliation.
“When you hunted my Zi Ling and plotted against my Hao’er, did you ever imagine someone would one day stand above you?” the Great Demon God demanded.
Many fell silent. The cycle had turned—those who had once pursued his descendants now faced his wrath.
“BOOM!” At last, the temple crumbled entirely, leaving only a stone statue and an altar, both radiating ominous light.
“Kill!” Dozens of Rain Clan members surged forth—elders, leaders, all consumed by fury.
The result was brutal. The Great Demon God’s arrows reduced them to bloody mist, their bones and flesh scattering like petals in a storm.
In the end, the Great Demon God did not step into the Rain Clan’s sacred grounds. Instead, he withdrew—the battle was over. The altar and statue emitted an unusual light, forming a barrier that sealed the estate.
The Rain Clan’s faces were ashen. Their mansion was in ruins, their sacred temple destroyed. How could they face their ancestors now?
After a moment of silence, the imperial capital erupted in uproar. The outcome of this battle—one man humbling an entire clan—was beyond comprehension.
“It is time to end this. The curtain must fall.”
At that moment, a tall figure appeared on the distant main street, holding a pagoda in hand.
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