Chapter 663

The little kid, seeing the middle-aged scholar, clutched a wooden puppet beneath his sleeve.

"I truly intend to kill you, and also him. You are indeed gifted geniuses, but understand that not all geniuses grow to maturity. I am crushing you now, in your youth, denying you the chance to grow—then all your potential is empty."

The middle-aged cultivator spoke with a cold, sinister tone, blunt and utterly unafraid, showing no fear of future retribution.

This was a master who had reached the Inscription Realm, a rank that could earn him a marquis title within the Imperial City; now seeing Shi Hao's realm was merely the Spirit Transformation Realm, he naturally held a condescending attitude.

No matter how outstanding a Spirit Transformation Realm genius might be, facing a master of the Inscription Realm, death was inevitable.

"Arrogant fool. If you seek death, come forward."

The little kid looked down upon all under heaven.

"Seek death!"

The middle-aged scholar's face turned icy; he opened his mouth and spat out a divine flame, its heat intensely scorching.

This was the middle-aged scholar's Dao Flame—once it touched a cultivator, it could burn their physical body clean to ash.

"Little kid, deal with this ant."

Fang Yu spoke now, studying the middle-aged scholar's Dao Flame, still finding it peculiar—how dare this man wield Dao Flame before him, one who mastered the Great Five Elements Art? If Fang Yu wished, he could make that flame instantly backfire.

Yet killing these creatures, no more than ants, held no meaning; so he stepped forward, standing in empty space, continuing his study of his Heavy Pupils.

"Yes, Master."

The little kid nodded—he knew this Inscription Realm fool meant nothing before his Master; the Master could kill him with a single move, but this was the Master's test.

Instantly, Shi Hao opened ten Cavernous Realms; within several dwelled Pengbirds, Suanni, and Black Turtles, while others housed weapons like bells, pagodas, and tripods, and still others contained several divine spirits.

Upon closer inspection, these divine spirits within the little kid's Cavernous Realms bore resemblance to the Green Emperor of Eternal Life Realm, the Red Emperor of Fire, the White Emperor of Metal, the Yellow Emperor of Earth, and the Black Emperor of Water—though not identical to the true Great Five Elements Art.

In the Pengbird's nest, Fang Yu manifested his Heavenly Manifestation; upon the Five Emperors' Canopy appeared ten divine spirits, and countless Five Elements beasts and sacred beasts bowed before these ten divine emperors, making Fang Yu appear like a Heavenly Emperor.

Seeing the Heavenly Manifestation, the little kid grasped a trace of the deeper mysteries of the Five Elements, and within his own Cavernous Realms, he condensed ten divine emperor spirits.

At that moment, the middle-aged scholar's Dao Flame surged forth—immediately absorbed and voraciously devoured by the Red Emperor of Fire.

"I don't believe you can devour all my Dao Flame!"

Seeing the little kid devour his Dao Flame, the middle-aged scholar's expression grew colder; in that instant, his entire body glowed, and countless rune-like Dao Flames transformed into divine light, shooting out and enveloping the surroundings, suppressing Shi Hao.

The middle-aged scholar could not believe a child could be so extraordinary.

No matter how strong one's talent, the realm stands firm—escape from annihilation is impossible.

Yet no matter how much Dao Flame surged into Shi Hao's Cavernous Realms, it vanished like water into an endless abyss, without ripple; within the little kid's realms, divine light flowed, radiating sacred brilliance, enhancing his essence and spirit.

"Break!"

The middle-aged scholar strained again, driving his physical Dao Flame to burst open the Cavernous Realms, relying on his overwhelming realm to crush the opponent.

This strategy was absolutely correct—any cultivator of higher realm could use their battle qi and divine energy to rupture the Cavernous Realms of a lower-rank cultivator.

But for the little kid, this was like a divine infusion—this middle-aged scholar was continuously feeding power to the Red Emperor of Fire.

The more the middle-aged scholar infused, the stronger the little kid grew; finally, fury surfaced on the scholar's face—he pulled forth a fan, waving it, and four-colored light shot out, endless runes descending like mountains.

This was the Four Symbols Fan, a powerful artifact famed in ancient times; though today it was nearly impossible to gather divine materials to forge a Sacred Artifact Four Symbols Fan, for an Inscription Realm cultivator, the fan he forged already possessed formidable power.

The four-colored light, like heavenly thunder and Daoist Gang Qi, was invincible, aiming to obliterate the little kid.

This was an extremely potent attack—when an Inscription Realm master wielded the Four Symbols Fan to crush, ordinary Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators would shatter on the spot.

The little kid flickered away; from one Cavernous Realm, the spectral image of the Red Emperor of Fire burst forth, instantly shattering the four-colored light, then engulfing the middle-aged scholar—terrible, blazing flames instantly turned him to ash.

The Four Symbols Fan itself exploded.

"What?"

"That child's realm is only Spirit Transformation—yet he just slew an Inscription Realm master!"

"A peerless genius! A peerless genius!"

"Unimaginable—he actually killed an Inscription Realm master!"

All onlookers stared in disbelief; today's events surpassed their wildest imagination.

An Inscription Realm cultivator was unquestionably a master among humans; reaching this realm meant the sea was wide for fish to leap, the sky boundless for birds to fly—freedom and ease, respect wherever one went, and among the elite, even marquis titles awaited.

This realm was excruciatingly difficult—requiring runes to be inscribed upon one's bones and Cavernous Realms, while one began truly arranging Dao principles and patterns, each step arduous.

Yet now, an Inscription Realm master had been slain before everyone's eyes; regardless of which faction this middle-aged scholar belonged to, that faction would be devastated.

This was an unbearable loss!

"He seems to be a retainer of the Rain Clan—not of their blood, but hired at great cost."

Someone in the Imperial City, well-traveled and knowledgeable, recognized the middle-aged man's identity.

Yet neither the little kid nor Fang Yu had come here merely to watch—they were waiting for something.

"There are always events that begin over trivial matters, yet ultimately swell into matters that stir the thoughts of all."

Fang Yu stood in empty space, sensing every movement within a hundred thousand li—Wang Fu, Rain Fu, and others—but he made no move.

The people of Wang Fu bore the surname Shi; the people of Rain Fu bore the surname Yu.

The woman who stole the little kid's Supreme Bone was Shi Shi Ziteng's wife—she was from the Rain Fu.

Thus, this minor conflict now entangled the people of the past; if so, let the matter grow larger.

Perhaps the little kid could finally seek revenge.

Soon, chaos erupted in the distance—beasts roared, iron cavalry thundered down the streets; all passersby gasped and scattered.

The Rain Clan moved—a group of elites arrived, surrounding the little kid.

They were the finest warriors, called the elite of Rain Fu, all clad in iron armor, mounted on ferocious beasts, radiating murderous intent.

"The matter has truly escalated—the Rain Fu has come!"

"The Rain Fu must come—a disciple grievously wounded, a retainer slain—if they do nothing, how can they keep face in the Imperial City?"

"Can this child withstand the Rain Fu's assault?"

"No one knows—and besides, this child has angered not only the Rain Fu, but also the Wang Fu and the Demon Spirit Lake!"

While they whispered among themselves, a pair of riders who had barged into the Rain King's Residence wore cold, grim expressions, their killing intent fully exposed.

"So it was you who gravely wounded the disciples of our residence?"

"Won't you even ask the reason?"

Little Dot sized up these people—every one of them was clearly a powerhouse who had been through a baptism of blood, carrying a faint stench of gore.

"No need. You've offended our Rain King's Residence—no matter the reason, you're dead for sure!"

One of the young men said coldly, a black demonic blade in his hand, its tip aimed between Little Dot's brows.

"Having offended my Rain Clan, you truly should die. This is you seeking death yourself!"

Another young man spoke with an icy tone, as if pronouncing Little Dot's fate.

"Let's make our move. Offend our Rain King's Residence, and even if he flees to the ends of the earth, it's still a single word—death."

As another young man of the Rain King's Residence spoke, he drew a black demonic blade; a burst of runes blossomed as he brought it down in a vertical slash aimed at Shi Hao's skull.

The words of the three men seemed to truly pronounce Little Dot's fate, and they went straight to action.

"'Even if he flees to the ends of the earth, it's still a single word—death'? Still not as domineering as the Rutaiyi Sect's 'No one in heaven or on earth can save you.'"

High in the sky, Fang Yu listened to the Rain King's Residence villains spouting their boasts and clicked his tongue in admiration.