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The desolate lower realm.

After dealing with the matters at Tian Shen Mountain, Shi Hao, still preoccupied with the grudges of the Martial King's Mansion, went directly to the Shi Kingdom without a moment's delay.

Shi Yi, King Wu, and those indifferent bystanders from back then, even those elders of King Wu's mansion who sided with Shi Yi and his mother... He will settle this score with them today!
He wanted to find those people and ask them face to face why, as a member of the same bloodline of the Martial King's Mansion, he suffered such persecution back then, yet no one stood up for him.
However, just as Shi Hao arrived outside the Martial King's Mansion, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly emanated from inside the mansion.

It seems a major battle is taking place inside the Wu King's mansion!
"What's going on? Is there infighting within the Prince Wu's residence?"

Shi Hao was puzzled. He concealed his aura and approached silently, landing on the eaves of a nearby tall building.

Looking around, one could see that the once spacious training ground of the Martial King's Mansion was now a mess, with cracked ground and rubble everywhere.

The once magnificent palaces and pavilions were all destroyed.

In the center of the arena, a tall figure stood like a demon god.

The opponent had a bristling beard and hair, a resolute face, and although he looked slightly old, his blood and energy surged to the heavens, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming.

This person was none other than his grandfather, the Great Demon God, Shi Zhongtian!
At this moment, Shi Zhongtian's eyes were bloodshot, and he had no weapon in his hand. With only an iron fist, he defeated the group of experts from the Martial King's Mansion, leaving them in a sorry state.

Every punch he threw carried the immense power of a landslide or tsunami.

Wherever the fist passed, the air exploded, as if the void itself was trembling violently.

"Fifteenth Prince, have you gone mad? How dare you start a fight in the Prince Wu's mansion? This is utter insubordination!"

An elder of the Martial King's Mansion, with gray hair and an aura at the late stage of the Array Formation Realm, roared and summoned an ancient shield, which emitted a thick, earthy-yellow light in an attempt to block Shi Zhongtian.

"Insubordination? I'll beat up a bunch of you who can't distinguish right from wrong and bully the weak while fearing the strong!"

Shi Zhongtian roared, and instead of dodging, he punched the ancient shield directly!

"—Thump!!!"

It exploded with a deafening roar!

The ancient shield, which appeared to be extremely strong, was actually dimmed by Shi Zhongtian's punch, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface.

The elder hiding behind the ancient shield was also blasted away by a violent force, crashing into a rockery behind him and coughing up blood. He lost his fighting ability for a short time.

"The fifteenth prince has gone mad with demonic possession! Everyone, quickly set up the Four Symbols Killing Formation! Suppress this fiend!"

Another elder cried out in horror.

Four experts from the Martial King's Mansion, whose cultivation levels ranged from the peak of the Inscription Realm to the early stage of the Array Formation Realm, quickly rushed out and occupied the four directions. Then, they each activated their divine power to manifest the phantom images of four ferocious beasts: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise.

The four divine beast phantoms connected their auras, instantly forming a killing formation that surrounded Shi Zhongtian at the center.

The four symbols roared, exuding a chilling killing intent, and beams of destructive light hurtled towards Shi Zhongtian.

"Hmph, a mere trick!"

Despite his flowing hair and beard, Shi Zhongtian remained fearless in the face of the four-horse siege.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, his blood and qi surging like a vast ocean, and a blurry phantom of an ancient savage dragon could be seen flashing past behind him.

"Break it for me!"

Shi Zhongtian's iron fist came straight out, without any fancy techniques, only pure and extreme power and an indomitable fighting spirit!
The fist imprint transformed into a golden dragon, roaring as it charged toward the phantoms of the Azure Dragon and the White Tiger.

"—BOOM!!!"

Two loud explosions rang out almost simultaneously.

The seemingly ferocious phantoms of the Azure Dragon and White Tiger shattered like bubbles the moment they came into contact with the golden fist dragon.

The two elders who were in charge of the two formations were struck as if by lightning, and coughed up blood.

The formation suddenly developed a gap.

Shi Zhongtian moved like lightning, taking advantage of the momentum to rush out, and with one arm, he punched the phantoms of the Vermilion Bird and the Black Tortoise once again.

The power of this punch was still devastating.

The Vermilion Bird cries out in anguish, and the Black Tortoise crumbles!

The Four Symbols Killing Formation was broken in an instant!
The four who set up the formation screamed as they were sent flying backward, their tendons and bones broken.

"Fifteenth Prince! Stop! What do you want?" Just then, a shout of shock and anger suddenly rang out from inside the Prince Wu's mansion.

Shi Zhongtian looked up and saw a figure fly out from the depths of the mansion, blocking his way.

The newcomer appeared to be middle-aged, dressed in a python robe, and possessed a dignified and imposing presence; he was none other than King Wu!

His cultivation had reached the peak of the Array Formation Realm, making him the strongest person in the Martial King's Mansion on the surface.

"What do I want?"

Shi Zhongtian stopped in his tracks, his bloodshot eyes fixed on King Wu, and roared, "I want to ask you, ask everyone in King Wu's mansion, where were you when my grandson Shi Hao was still an infant, when that poisonous woman dug out his supreme bone and his life was hanging by a thread?"

"Shi Yi was born with double pupils and stole my grandson's bloodline. Instead of punishing him, you treat him like a treasure and nurture him with all your might!"

"Tell me, isn't my grandson Shi Hao a descendant of the Martial King's Mansion? Isn't he a member of the Shi clan? Have you all lost your minds?"

Shi Zhongtian's questioning was like a series of thunderclaps exploding in the dilapidated training ground, causing many of the disciples of the Martial King's Mansion who had rushed over to change their expressions, and some of the younger disciples even lowered their heads in complicated emotions.

King Wu's face was ashen, and he said in a deep voice, "The events of that year involved a competition among the clan's geniuses, and there were many hidden details... Shi Yi possessed unparalleled talent and was the future hope of our clan. For the prosperity of the clan, some sacrifices were made..."

"fart!"

Enraged, Shi Zhongtian interrupted King Wu: "Sacrifice? Why should my grandson be sacrificed to fulfill that wicked child's wishes? The clan's prosperity? You can't even protect your own bloodline, allowing others to harm you. What kind of prosperity are you talking about? I think you've been blinded by greed and dazzled by the so-called 'hope for the future'!"

"Today, I will seek justice for my poor grandson! King Wu, as the lord of the manor, you are equally culpable!"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Zhongtian pounced on King Wu like a furious lion.

He held back, his fists, palms, legs, and elbows—every part of his body became the most terrifying weapon. His moves were wide and powerful, astonishingly strong, as if he could tear a dragon apart with his bare hands!
King Wu was both shocked and furious.

He was confident in his profound cultivation, but when faced with Shi Zhongtian's angry arrival, he felt a pang of fear.

"court death……"

King Wu dared not be negligent. He immediately activated all his divine power and used the "Eight Desolate Battle Qi," the clan's treasured technique. A fierce battle intent, like the clash of swords and the thunder of horses, emanated from his body, and he directly engaged Shi Zhongtian in battle.

"—BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"

The two clashed like two prehistoric behemoths, their divine power surging, runes exploding, and shockwaves further devastating the arena.

This Martial King is indeed very strong. His Eight Desolate Battle Qi is both offensive and defensive, and is incomparably fierce. However, Shi Zhongtian's fighting style is even wilder, and his power is even more terrifying!
He seemed tireless, growing stronger with each battle. His blood and qi were like an inexhaustible volcano, and his fist imprints were as heavy as mountains. He gradually suppressed the Martial King!

"--puff!"

After several dozen rounds, King Wu was caught off guard and was hit hard in the chest by Shi Zhongtian's elbow strike. Even with his battle aura protecting him, he was shaken so badly that his blood and qi surged, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered back several steps.

"Ancestor!"

"Master of the Palace!"

The people from the surrounding Wu Wang Mansion exclaimed in surprise, but no one dared to step forward.

The combat power that Shi Zhongtian is showing at this moment is too terrifying; even the Martial King is at a disadvantage!
Who would dare to step forward?
Shi Hao, perched on a distant rooftop, took in the entire scene.

He watched his grandfather's tall and somewhat lonely figure, and watched him break with the entire Wu King's Mansion to seek justice for himself, taking ruthless action and overwhelming all the heroes, even the Wu King himself was no match for him.

An indescribable surge of warmth and bittersweetness instantly broke down his defenses.

It turns out that I wasn't unloved.

His grandfather always protected him in his own way, even at the cost of being at odds with the whole world!
Shi Hao's eyes instantly reddened, with tears welling up in them.

He couldn't help but clench his fists, his longing and respect for his grandfather reaching its peak at that moment.

But at this moment.

A cold voice suddenly came from above the Wu King's mansion:
"Hmph! What an arrogant great demon god! Does he really think my capital has no one left?"

Everyone looked up and saw a figure that had quietly appeared in mid-air.

The man was dressed in a magnificent royal robe, wearing a jade crown, with a gloomy face. He was surrounded by a misty vapor, as if a drizzle was falling around him. He was none other than the current Rain King of the Rain King's Palace!
The opponent's aura was in no way weaker than that of the Martial King, and was even stronger than that of the Martial King.

The sudden appearance of the Rain King instantly made the already tense situation even more dangerous.

...(End of chapter)