Chapter 665

Finally, a figure of imperial majesty instantly enveloped the middle-aged man, reducing him to ashes in an instant.

The remaining Rain Manor knights were all filled with terror; one young knight roared: "Damn it, you're heartless! You've killed so many people—you're truly a demon king!"

"You came here to kill me, and I killed you in return, yet you dare accuse me of killing so many? Is this shamelessness taken to a certain realm, or is it simply your nature, or are you joking?"

The little guy, hearing the Rain Manor scion's words, nearly laughed himself to tears—he flicked his finger, and a blade of light shot forth, slaughtering every last Rain Manor scion.

"Our Rain Clan will never let you go—no matter where you flee, you will die!"

Someone uttered their final words in life.

"Master, your disciple has not disgraced your mission."

The little guy, Shi Hao, retracted his hand and spoke to Fang Yu.

"Well done. Now let's go to the Rain Manor. After all, no matter where we go, death is inevitable."

Fang Yu's lips curled into a faint smile—there were far too many foolish people in this world; they needed cleaning up.

The two headed straight for the Rain Manor, while many others nearby still watched in awe.

Whether the Sixteenth Princess of the Shi Kingdom, the eldest daughter of the Thunder Clan, or other royal scions, all recalled the previous scene, utterly stunned.

Since arriving in the imperial capital, this master and disciple seemed ready to pierce the heavens.

And now they were actually going to the Rain Manor?

Who knew what kind of great battle would come next?

The Rain Manor covered a vast area, filled with massive manors, towering city gates, and imposing entrances, making the whole place appear magnificent.

The walls were gray-red, the tiles pale gold, inscribed with countless runes and grand arrays carved by the Rain Clan to guard the gates.

Standing before the Rain Manor, the little guy recalled events from past years—his Supreme Bone had been ripped out by Shi Yi's mother, a woman of the Rain Clan, and transplanted onto Shi Yi; when his father fled the capital with him toward the western frontier, the Rain Clan had sent a host of experts to hunt them down, nearly wiping out his family.

Back then, the clan had invoked a divine edict, seeking to crush them utterly, exterminating them root and branch.

Many years had passed, yet the Rain Clan still refused to give up, scouring the land for them, determined to annihilate them completely.

Now, standing before the Rain Manor, memories flooded the little guy's mind, and he involuntarily clenched his fists.

"Shi Hao, strike freely—if heaven falls, your master will hold it up."

Fang Yu spoke.

"Yes, Master."

A warmth rose in the little guy's heart—in this world, his master, Liu Shen, and the people of Shi Village were his closest kin.

When he grew stronger in the future, he would surely repay his master's kindness.

"Who are you? How dare you come to our Rain Manor?"

"Bold! We're speaking to you—can't you hear? This place isn't for someone like you!"

The guards, unaware of what had happened outside, saw Fang Yu and Shi Hao arrive and stared at the manor, immediately shouting in anger.

Fang Yu's gaze fell—and a single Great Cutting Technique sliced through, reducing all the grand structures to rubble.

"What?"

The experts guarding the Rain Manor froze, stunned that Fang Yu had dared to strike, collapsing their gate tower outright.

How insane could one be?

This was the ancestral manor of an ancient noble clan!

"Kneel. You're not even worthy to be my dog—but I'm too lazy to kill trash like you."

Fang Yu's gaze fixed on the Rain Manor guards; his aura erupted, and the guards involuntarily dropped to their knees.

They struggled to rise, but above their heads, Xu Yuan Qi had coalesced into an ancient divine mountain, pinning them down.

Fang Yu stepped forward, entering the Rain Manor.

"Who dares be so audacious, causing chaos at our Rain Manor?"

As Fang Yu and the little guy entered, the cuts had already reduced the Rain Manor's buildings to ruins, revealing its cultivators.

These were still Rain Clan cultivators who had reached the Inscription realm; seeing Fang Yu and the little guy's hostile intent, they immediately summoned their magic treasures.

But the little guy struck—a fist slammed into the magic treasure, and a crisp crack echoed as the weapon shattered into pieces.

"What? So troublesome!"

"Damn it, suppress them at once!"

"You've attacked the Rain Manor—no one can save you!"

Several Inscription-realm experts solemnly withdrew a stone casket, preparing to unleash it—when a flying sword burst from the little guy's dantian, slaying all of them instantly.

"That move is quite good."

Fang Yu nodded.

The little guy's technique bore a striking resemblance to the White Emperor Golden Emperor Slash.

Blindingly fast—killing in an instant.

Those few Inscription-realm cultivators had still been preparing to combine their efforts and summon a stone casket—such slowness would have seen them dead a hundred thousand times over in Fang Yu's eyes.

In a thousandth of a breath, Fang Yu could have slain them countless times.

Too slow!

"What? Those Rain Manor experts hadn't even activated their ultimate treasures—and they were already slain?"

Outside the Rain Manor, many people watched, unable to enter but still seeing what transpired inside.

They saw several Inscription-realm Rain Manor experts preparing to unleash their ultimate weapons—yet before the weapons could be activated, the experts themselves perished, and the Rain Manor's treasures fell into the little guy's hands.

The little guy had acquired a set of fine treasures—a sword array, with eight flying swords emerging, each only a palm's length, radiating fierce killing intent.

Each flying sword was forged from the bones of a progenitor beast, with additional runes etched upon them—decent magic treasures.

But before they could unleash their power, the little guy seized them.

Their speed in activating divine techniques and magic treasures was far too slow—this was a fatal flaw in combat.

"You've eaten the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard—who dares to come stir up trouble at my clan's residence?!"

More people were startled, and once again the same questioning voice rang out.

"The Eight Fiend Swords have fallen into your hands."

The faces of those who had appeared from the Rain Clan were extremely ugly, especially upon seeing the great killing weapon of their clan fall into the hands of the little one without exerting any power whatsoever—their killing intent grew solemn.

The true Eight Fiend Swords had shaken the world in the primordial era, forged from the original symbol-bones of eight divine birds and pure-blooded fiend beasts, and later paired with a great divine-ability formation, capable of slaying saints and executing demons.

Only, the original symbol-bone of any primordial fiend beast was a supreme treasure—how could it fall into another's hands.

Therefore, with the strength of the Rain King's Residence, they could only make do with substitutes. In the world today, who could slaughter eight adult divine birds or pure-blooded fiend beasts?

And the little one, seeing the incantations upon the stone casket, showed a look of joy on his face—perhaps one day he could refine a true Eight Fiend Sword Formation.

"The Eight Fiend Sword Formation, eh."

Fang Yu's gaze also turned to the incantations upon the stone casket. He, on the other hand, had enough materials to refine this Eight Fiend Sword Formation—last time he went to the seas beyond the Eternal Life Realm and packed up Fan Qingying's clan-protecting grand formation, which contained a great many Taotie teeth.

Each tooth was a tooth left behind by a primordial fiend beast Taotie of the Longevity Secret Realm; using them to refine a complete Eight Fiend Sword Formation in this world would pose no problem whatsoever.

But compared to the Eight Fiend Sword Formation, it would be better to use the grand formation refined by the Hate Heaven Divine Emperor—the might was greater.

And at this moment, the Rain Clan's cultivators once again issued vicious words.

"There's nothing to say. No matter where you've come from today, having committed such a crime today, all of you must die."

An elder, seeing such a scene, let out a wild roar.

Indeed there was nothing to say. Four people walked out from the Rain King's Residence, all war-generals of the Rain Clan, who had once tempered themselves abroad for a long time and had only recently returned to the clan, and they immediately surrounded the little one.

One of them took out a pouch and shouted fiercely: "Receive your death!"

Once this pouch came out, a gale rose violently, with flying sand and stones everywhere, and the tiles of some distant houses were even blown up.

Within this wind-pouch there were not only hurricanes, but also wind blades.

Another person took out a drum and began to beat it—boom, boom—boom—and in an instant bolts of lightning burst forth, slashing toward the little one.

The remaining two, amid great roars, sent black clouds churning and a downpour pouring down.

The four striking together brought about such strange phenomena.

Here gales howled, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, rain poured down in torrents—worthy of the Rain Clan; the moment they struck, they seized control of the heavens here, conjuring up a thunderstorm.

"The Rain Clan is indeed powerful. The moment these four great war-generals struck, that little child is now in some difficulty."

"Truly a primordial tribe, a clan that once produced gods. With this one strike, an ordinary person would have long since died a violent death."

"That wind and rain are all transformed from runes, penetrating every crevice—not to mention those bolts of lightning, which are all real. Who could withstand them?"

The young men and women in the Imperial City all showed solemn expressions; if it were someone else in the storm at this moment, their physical body would have long since collapsed.

Fang Yu, however, calmly observed the divine abilities unleashed by the Rain Clan's four generals. He shook his head—the Daoist arts and divine abilities of the lower realm of the Perfect World were indeed far, far inferior to those of the Eternal Life Realm. Such petty tricks, such a small scene, wouldn't even count as a minor divine ability in the Eternal Life Realm, yet here in the Imperial City they received so much praise.

At this moment, even if Hua Tiandu had arrived he would have shaken his head. Back in the day, when he went to the Great Xu Dynasty, he caused a snowfall—snow drifting for eight thousand li, the great snow three chi deep.

The four people of the Rain Clan combining their strength to produce such a paltry display couldn't even compare to a cultivator at the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities—truly worthless.