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Chapter 314 Wu Xian: If I can't see it, then it doesn't matter (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
"Hahahaha—!! Please, ancestors, grant me your help!"

The Rain King coughed up blood and laughed, appearing confident of victory, but in reality, it was all bluff.

Because he knew that the Rain Clan's divine decree was now incomplete and unable to exert its full power, and he didn't know if it could defeat that terrifying demon child.

Therefore, his current arrogance is merely a ploy to instill fear in the other party, deterring them from a full-scale attack, so that they can negotiate terms and help the Rain Prince's Mansion weather this calamity.

However, the Rain Clan members, unaware of the situation, genuinely believed that their Rain God was invincible and could suppress all enemies even with just a decree. As a result, they all felt invincible and began to clamor and taunt within the mansion. This made the Rain King tremble with fear, lest Wu Xian have a moment of madness and decide to fight the Rain King's mansion to the death.

"Hehe! Gods, I'm so scared!"

Wu Xian curled his lips into a mocking smile, raised his palm, and a piece of paper that also emitted an earthy yellow light floated in his palm, with the character "伐" (fa) faintly visible on it.

"That is... the decree that was stolen from the Void God Realm!"

Many members of the Rain Clan recognized the piece of paper and then remembered that Wu Xian had confronted the Rain God's decree in the Void God Realm a long time ago. It seemed that it was only a fleeting moment before the decree was forcibly taken away. For a moment, their minds were filled with speculation, and they had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, as Wu Xian channeled his magic into the piece of paper with the character "伐" written on it, it emitted a blinding light.

At the same time, within the Rain Clan, the fragments of the same decrees also began to shine, their energy gradually growing stronger.

It seemed to have become stronger, but it lost its original stability. The rosy barrier covering the Rain King's Mansion trembled for a moment, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"boom!!"

At this moment, the purple Qilin foot pressed down again, easily shattering the barrier, and finally landed amidst the despairing gazes of the Rain King and the Rain Clan.

"kill!"

Some members of the Rain Clan were unwilling to wait for death. Dozens of imposing figures soared into the sky. Apart from the Rain King, each of them was at least at the Spirit Transformation Realm, and there were even several Inscription Realm experts who could be ennobled. They were furious and wanted to fight to the death.

However, it was all in vain. Including the Rain King, all of them were crushed underfoot, their bodies exploding, blood and bone fragments blooming together, as if a blood rain had fallen, full of demonic beauty.

Rumble——! !

Finally, the Rain King's Palace collapsed, rubble everywhere, and most of the area was reduced to ruins. Only their ancestral temple remained intact, with the stone statue of the Rain God and an altar shining brightly, protecting the few remaining members of the Rain Clan.

The Rain Clan's ancestral temple was very large, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet. In the past, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, the Rain King had many of the Rain Clan's young and strong members, as well as the elderly, weak, women, and children, hide inside.

As it turned out, his decision was correct. The demon child was too brutal, and even the divine decree could not stop him. With just one kick, most of the Rain Clan members were reduced to ashes, which terrified the major forces that were silently watching from the sidelines.

Brutal! Absolutely brutal!
buzzing-

Just as the remaining Rain Clan members were in despair, the stone statues in the ancestral temple began to emit a mysterious light, turning into wisps of light mist in mid-air, as if stars were turning and the sun and moon were twinkling, which was extremely eerie.

Seeing this, Wu Xian raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not immediately make a move, wanting to see what other tricks the Rain Clan had up their sleeve.

Soon, a faint figure appeared in front of the stone statue, sitting cross-legged, surrounded by mist and stars.

Its facial features were blurred and could not be clearly seen, but it gave people a sense of majesty, as if a god had descended to earth.

At this moment, not only the various forces in the capital, but even the Rain Clan themselves were stunned. They had worshipped the ancestral temple for many years, and even when they encountered powerful enemies, they had never seen such a scene. They were greatly shocked.

"Thank God, the Rain God is not dead! He is really still alive!"

Finally, a member of the Rain Clan cried out, his face filled with the joy of surviving a calamity, seeing a glimmer of hope for life.
"Hahaha, he's really alive! The Rain God ancestor is still here, perhaps separated by endless time and space, but he is still in this world." The surviving members of the Rain Clan went mad, crying and laughing, as if they had fallen into a frenzy!
All factions were also incredibly surprised. They had long known that the Rain Clan's ancestor was a god, but so much time had passed that they assumed he had passed away. Now it seemed that this was not the case, and they couldn't help but think of many things, wondering if he might return.

"Where is the Rain God trapped? If he is alive, is he undergoing trials? After so many years, he has once again manifested a bit of his spiritual energy. It is truly unfathomable."

Whispers also came from the direction of the palace, carrying an inexplicable emotion.

boom--

A terrifying fist imprint slammed out, the void receded, the darkness dissipated, the collapsed space suddenly coalesced, and the illusory body that had been sitting cross-legged instantly disintegrated, leaving not even a trace behind.

With a crack, the altar and stone statue dedicated to the rain god made a crisp sound at the same time, cracks appeared on their surfaces, and finally they shattered into dust and dissipated into the air.

The world fell silent once more, a deathly stillness.

"What are you laughing at? It's just a projection. Even if your ancestor's true form descended, I would still beat him to death."

Wu Xian snorted coldly, clenched his fist, and was about to strike again.

"Ahhhh-"

From the ancestral temple of the Rain Clan came a chorus of cries and wails, clearly a reaction to the shock.

The rain god's projection and statues were gone; they had lost their last ceremonial regalia, and now only death awaited them.

They cried out loudly, expressing both grief for the deaths of their clansmen and the fear and despair of death. Many knelt down and begged, some even willing to acknowledge Wu Xian as their master, begging him to spare their lives.

However, seeing Wu Xian's cold and unmoved expression, an elder broke down and said, "Demon Child... no! Lord Dugu, didn't you say you were the nemesis of evil? Yes, some of us do deserve to die, but there are also innocent people."

For example, those women, children, and infants—they don't even know what happened back then… Heaven has a benevolent heart; please at least spare their lives.”

The Rain Clan members were filled with despair upon hearing this, but they all begged for mercy, hoping to be given a spark of life so that they would at least have a glimmer of hope for a future resurgence.

"That's right. As the nemesis of evil, how can we just stand by and watch innocent people get hurt?"

Faced with the moral blackmail from the other side, Wu Xian also showed a "troubled" look: "But I said before that I would cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, and it is wrong to break my promise. What should I do? ... I've got it! I've thought of a way."

Suddenly, Wu Xian's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face. Under the hopeful gazes of the Rain Clan, he raised his other hand to cover his eyes and said, "As long as I can't see, it doesn't matter."

Everyone: "..."

boom! ! !
The next second, golden light erupted, expanding and spreading at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and the Rain Clan's temple was instantly wiped out by this violent heat wave.

The control of the force was terrifyingly precise, with not a single trace of it dissipating. The surrounding space remained calm and still, without even a ripple in the void.

When the golden light faded, the last traces of the Rain Clan disappeared into the long river of time.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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