A single palm descended, blotting out the heavens and the sun. The colossal hand of the Great Demon God turned pitch-black, resembling a massive black Five-Finger Mountain pressing down from above. The sight was terrifying, as if a true demon had descended upon the world. Dark clouds churned, and the enormous hand eclipsed the sky, its overwhelming pressure and aura sending shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.
The Rain King let out a furious roar, resisting with all his might. Endless torrents of rain poured from the clouds, accompanied by earth-shaking lightning—a manifestation of the Rain Clan’s ultimate power. Wreathed in crackling electricity, he clashed against the blackened hand, the violent collision erupting in blinding flashes of energy.
**”Boom!”**
In the end, the Rain King coughed up blood, sent flying backward. The lightning around him scattered, extinguished beneath the crushing weight of the black Five-Finger Mountain, his runes dimming. The heavens seemed to split apart as the Fifteenth Elder strode forward, his towering figure exuding an oppressive aura that weighed heavily upon the capital.
This was the true embodiment of the **Great Demon God**—ferocious and indomitable. Though he had but one arm, none could stand in his way. His palm descended with unstoppable force.
The Rain King, battered by the overwhelming might, staggered backward, his body trembling. Each step he took in the void caused runes to bloom and shatter in succession. The Fifteenth Elder remained silent, his expression cold, his relentless assault aimed at slaying the Rain King who had dared to invade and provoke his household.
The black hand slammed down, shaking the void. The Rain King resisted, his arms creaking under the strain, threatening to snap at any moment. Blood spilled from his lips in increasing amounts.
**”Enough!”** he bellowed, deliberately spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. The blood that had fallen earlier now surged back into the sky, transforming into a crimson rain.
**”Hmm?”** The Fifteenth Elder was taken aback—this blood rain carried immense power, its divine energy astonishing. Each droplet contained the Rain King’s life essence, a calculated sacrifice, ensuring no wasted effort.
**”Blood Rain Formation!”** someone in the distance gasped, realizing the truth.
The battlefield transformed instantly. The world blurred as scarlet rain flooded the area, expanding endlessly. At the same time, nine crimson gourds emerged, floating ominously within the bloody downpour, exuding a sinister and mysterious aura.
The gourds spewed radiant beams—each one a deadly blade—slashing toward the Fifteenth Elder. The blood rain itself had become runes, flickering incessantly. This was the **Blood Rain Formation**, amplified by the nine gourds, its power skyrocketing, altering the very fabric of the battlefield.
The sword beams multiplied, no longer mere slashes but a surging tide—a crimson flood that engulfed the heavens and earth. Onlookers paled in terror. The Rain Clan’s ancestral formation was truly horrifying. Any ordinary person caught within would be instantly obliterated, reduced to mist.
Some of the sword waves spilled beyond the capital, striking distant mountains and reducing them to rubble. If the full force of this formation were unleashed, it could annihilate an entire city and decimate armies numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
This was no mere trap—it was a **true killing formation**.
The warriors of the Martial King’s Mansion shuddered, fearing for the Fifteenth Elder. The Rain King had clearly held back earlier, feigning weakness—only now did he reveal his true strength.
**”Boom!”**
Amid the bloody formation, explosions erupted. A massive black hand surged upward, shattering the crimson radiance. The sword blades and tidal waves clashed against it, producing metallic clangs.
**”Demon’s Hand!”** someone gasped. The Great Demon God’s reputation was well-earned—he had mastered this supreme divine ability. The endless sword waves could not cleave through the blackened palm.
With another thunderous crash, the black hand descended, dispersing the blood rain. Only the nine gourds remained, still glowing with swirling runes.
**”Shi Zhongtian, you dare go mad like this?!”** the Rain King roared. The nine crimson gourds ignited, their runes intensifying, their power skyrocketing. More killing light erupted from them.
The Great Demon God retaliated with nine palm strikes, each landing squarely on a gourd, the impacts shaking the heavens.
**”Break!”** the Fifteenth Elder roared.
**”Open!”** the Rain King countered.
**”Crack!”**
The nine gourds fractured, their surfaces covered in fissures, on the verge of destruction.
**”Boom!”**
In an explosion of scarlet radiance, the gourds shattered, their fragments hurtling toward the Fifteenth Elder.
**”Annihilation!”** the Rain King howled.
The unleashed divine power was catastrophic. Every major faction in the capital trembled—if this energy spread, countless lives would be lost. The Martial King’s Mansion was in grave peril, the Fifteenth Elder’s old comrades gripped with fear.
Then—
The Great Demon God’s hand **changed**.
The blackness faded, replaced by a pure, jade-like luminescence.
**”Divine Hand!”**
The crowd was stunned. This was a legendary divine ability, one unseen for years. The Great Demon God’s reputation was no exaggeration—he walked the path of **both god and demon**.
The Divine Hand reached forward. The crimson gourd fragments disintegrated into dust, the chaotic energy storms vanishing instantly.
The world fell silent.
The storm ceased. The blood mist dissipated. The nine gourds were no more.
The **Divine Hand** lived up to its name—like the strike of a true deity.
The Rain King was sent flying, blood trickling from his lips once more. He staggered backward through the void, his body battered.
The capital buzzed with shock. The Great Demon God had returned in full force, unstoppable, crushing all opposition.
**”Rain King, you overestimated yourself. Challenging my Martial King’s Mansion—this is your punishment!”** an elder below shouted, furious at the Rain King’s interference.
The Rain King, however, only laughed—a cold, chilling sound.
**”This was no mere battle… This was a sacrifice. A summoning. Now—begin!”**
His smile vanished, replaced by icy detachment.
In the void, glowing fragments appeared one after another, ancient characters materializing, exuding an overwhelming pressure that made souls tremble.
**”What is this?!”**
People looked up in horror, sensing an ominous dread. Their bodies instinctively wanted to kneel.
**”The aura of a god…”** the Great Demon God murmured. Earlier, his arrow had been blocked by something similar—something terrifying.
**”Awaken!”** the Rain King commanded.
The divine energy from the blood rain and shattered gourds had not truly dissipated—it had been absorbed by these hidden fragments.
**”Divine Relics!”**
Gasps filled the capital. This was trouble.
The Rain King had been **sacrificing** to these fragments all along, using the battle’s energy to awaken them. Only now did he reveal his true weapon.
**”Rain God’s Edict!”**
Someone screamed in terror. This was an ancient divine decree, inscribed with radiant characters, its pressure suffocating.
Had Shi Hao been present, he would have recognized it—he had once **eaten** a fragment of such an edict. Though that had been in the **Illusory Realm**, where its power was suppressed.
But this was the **real world**.
The edict’s full might was unleashed, its aura alone freezing the hearts of all present.
**”Old Fifteen, how will you fight this? Today, I shall cleanse the Martial King’s Mansion of its traitor!”** the Rain King declared, his confidence surging as he wiped the blood from his lips.
The Martial King’s Mansion seethed with rage. An outsider dared interfere in their affairs?
Golden fragments of the edict materialized in the sky, their runes burning like miniature suns, searing the eyes of all who beheld them.
The divine pressure intensified. Many on the ground could not resist kneeling—it was like facing an ancient god.
The capital fell silent in terror.
**”Old Fifteen, submit!”** the Rain King roared.
The golden fragments descended, their power eclipsing even that of kings and marquises. The Martial King’s Mansion was stunned—was the undefeated Great Demon God about to fall?
The divine edict was unique, infused with the will of battle. Its mere appearance shook the world.
The void around the Great Demon God distorted. He was being **suppressed**, forced downward. How could mortal strength oppose divine might?
Many sighed. The Rain Clan had once birthed a god—this edict was their ultimate weapon.
The void trembled on the verge of collapse. The Fifteenth Elder coughed blood, his body shaking under the pressure.
**”Truly powerful… Compared to a god, I still have far to go,”** he admitted.
Then—his expression hardened.
He drew his massive bow and spat out a streak of light—a **silver arrow**.
This arrow was special, nearly transparent, shimmering with faint silver radiance. Its mere presence dimmed the sun and moon, stirred the winds, and unleashed a tide of killing intent.
The Great Demon God nocked the arrow, pulling the bowstring taut.
**”The Rain God’s Edict carries his battle will—strong indeed. But it is not his true self. Behold—my arrow!”**
The silver light shot forth, tearing through the void like collapsing space.
**”Boom!”**
The golden edict fragments trembled violently. Several were struck by the divine arrow, their runes extinguishing instantly.
**”What?! That’s—”**
**”An ancient god’s arrow!”**
The nobles were aghast. No one had expected the Great Demon God to possess such a weapon.
**”Impossible!”** the Rain King shrieked.
This was the worst possible outcome. His clan’s divine artifact had met its match.
The golden edict fragments shuddered, then swiftly gathered around the Rain King, carrying him away in retreat. He no longer dared to fight.
His ultimate trump card had failed. Fear gripped him—the Great Demon God was **too terrifying**.
**”Did you forget my warning? The Martial King’s Mansion is not a place for you to act recklessly!”** the Fifteenth Elder said coldly.
He drew another arrow—not a divine one, but still deadly—and fired.
**”Swoosh!”**
The arrow pierced the heavens, striking the golden light. The edict fragments convulsed, then exploded in a shower of fading runes.
The Rain King screamed. Though the silver arrow had not hit him directly, its overwhelming pressure crashed into him like a mountain.
**”Boom!”**
His body was nearly torn apart, plummeting to the ground.
The divine arrow and edict fragments locked in a stalemate. The Rain King struggled desperately, even attempting to seize the arrow—if he failed, he would die here.
The Great Demon God remained merciless. From his back, he drew another arrow—less divine, but still lethal.
**”Swoosh!”**
The arrow streaked across the sky, bypassing the clashing artifacts and striking the Rain King.
**”Ahhh—!”**
Though he dodged, the arrow obliterated his lower body, reducing it to pulp.
A mighty king—yet he could not withstand a single arrow from the Great Demon God.
His upper half, drenched in blood, crashed to the ground. Lifting his head, he saw a grand estate before him—its gates inscribed with three characters:
**”Rain King’s Mansion.”**
His face twisted in horror.
The Great Demon God had arrived at his doorstep.
**Disaster had truly come.**
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