Chapter 670

But he could not act.

"Kill kill kill kill kill! When I get out, every single person watching will be killed!"

In the Rain Wang Fu, a young man's heart surged with boundless killing intent; he was nearly furious enough to burst through his seven orifices.

"When you dug out my supreme bone back then, you showed no such rage; when you unleashed the divine edict to hunt down my parents, you showed no such rage; when you surrounded and tried to kill me just now, you showed no such rage—yet now you're furious?"

The little one's voice rang out in the courtyard, and the words he spoke caused some in the Rain Wang Fu to turn pale.

"It's him—it's that child from back then! He… he's still alive!"

An elder's face turned ashen, his gaze blank, as if he could not believe this little child was the one whose supreme bone had been surgically removed by the Rain Clan.

How could this be?

After all, losing the supreme bone meant losing all essence and blood; according to their estimates, the child would have died of illness within one or two years and vanished from the world.

But now, this little child was still alive—and had come to the Rain Wang Fu with such a powerful master.

Several elders roared inwardly, filled with unbearable regret—they should have slaughtered him with the full might of their clan back then, should have torn all pretense away, killed him immediately after removing his supreme bone!

How could this disaster have come to pass?

"Disciple, look at these people—they don't regret not acting against you; they regret not killing you on the spot."

Fang Yu also sensed the logic of these Rain Clan members—they never believed they were wrong; the reason they now suffered this outcome was not because they regretted digging out a child's supreme bone, but because they hadn't eradicated him completely back then.

"If so, then let it be destroyed."

The Three Thousand Dao Paths, Great Entanglement Art—slightly stirred, the entangling Daoist Gang Qi instantly obliterated those elders.

More than a dozen elders and several middle-aged men all met unnatural deaths.

Everyone was stunned at this moment, as if they had not expected this divine being to kill again.

And some doubts arose in their minds.

What exactly had happened back then? When had the Rain Clan hunted down this child's parents?

What had truly occurred in the past?

"Let's go. Next, we head to the Martial Wang Fu."

Fang Yu's voice rang out.

The little one, Shi Hao, nodded and headed straight toward the Martial Wang Fu.

The Martial Wang Fu covered an enormous area; its entrance stairs were made of white marble, flanked by massive auspicious beasts crouching, with vermilion-red gates and a grand mansion.

This mansion appeared even more imposing and majestic than the Rain Wang Fu, but to Fang Yu, it meant nothing.

The little one's gaze scanned the mansion—this place had left him only sickness and wounds; back then, his father had carved a bloody path through it to escape, and even now, recalling it filled him with coldness.

"Ah, you've truly come to my Martial Wang Fu! What have we done to deserve your visit, Elder!"

As Fang Yu and the little one studied the Martial Wang Fu before them, the returning Martial Wang Fu disciples turned pale.

Earlier, when they heard that divine being say he was coming to the Martial Wang Fu, they hadn't reacted—because the death of the Rain Wang Fu's patriarchs had shaken their minds; now that they realized it, they were utterly stunned.

"Your arrival at my Martial Wang Fu truly brings honor to our humble abode."

From within the Martial Wang Fu, a man stepped forward and bowed to Fang Yu.

He was a black-haired man with snow-white, luminous skin, strikingly handsome, almost uncannily beautiful, as if he weren't truly human.

And precisely because of this peculiar aura, one could not forget him upon seeing him.

"My arrival will not bring honor to your Martial Wang Fu, for your clan owes my disciple an explanation."

Fang Yu spoke calmly, his gaze fixed on the man before him—this was Shi Ziteng, father of Shi Yi.

Back then, it was Shi Ziteng's lowly concubine who dug out the little one's supreme bone and grafted it onto Shi Yi.

"I don't know what connection your disciple has with my Martial Wang Fu."

Shi Ziteng's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the little one beside Fang Yu.

"My name is Shi Hao!"

Shi Hao declared his name openly, without concealment, his voice thunderous—it shook the Martial Wang Fu and reverberated beyond its walls.

My name is Shi Hao.

Just those four words caused some in the Martial Wang Fu to instantly change expression, step back several paces, pupils contracting, eyes locked on him.

Some of the Martial Wang Fu members were bewildered—certain younger disciples and servants who had joined later knew nothing of the past events.

Those outside also heard it; some were confused by "My name is Shi Hao," but others, hearing the surname "Shi," recalled that the Martial Wang Fu was also of the Shi clan—meaning something major was about to happen.

"What? You… you're Shi Hao?"

An elder felt his blood surge, so excited he nearly screamed, unable to believe this little child was the Shi Hao of old. "By age, if little Hao was still alive, he'd indeed be this size!"

Those of Shi Yi's lineage, however, all stared in shock, as if seeing ghosts, fixed on the little one—none could believe the name Shi Hao had reappeared.

That name was too shocking—they felt a storm was coming.

Even Shi Ziteng himself now shifted expression repeatedly, losing his former calm and poise; his eyes flashed like lightning as he scrutinized the child before him.

"All these years have passed… you're still alive?!"

Another elder trembled.

"I am Shi Hao!"

Shi Hao spoke openly, his voice shaking the courtyard.

"Impossible! That man died long ago! Tell me—who are you? Why come here pretending to be him? Are you trying to deliberately disrupt our Martial Wang Fu?"

A senior from Shi Yi's lineage spoke, a flash of cold light in his eyes.

"Indeed audacious! Impersonating someone—what are you trying to accomplish?"

Another young man shouted out.

"Oh? So you mean I brought my disciple here to deliberately disturb your Martial Wang Fu?"

At that moment, Fang Yu's voice rang out; his gaze turned toward them, and instantly, the elder and the youth who had spoken felt an unimaginable pressure—as if an ancient divine mountain had crushed their hearts, as if a divine being who ruled all heavens had addressed them.

This ancient deity embodied the boundless principles of the Dao, representing creation, truth, calamity, destruction, epic, myth...

In that instant, both men felt their own insignificance, their own humility, and an endless awe stirred within their hearts.

Fang Yu's gaze shifted away, and only then did the two men catch their breath, realizing they had not died.

Both immediately shuddered and knelt down.

"Of course the Elder would never do such a thing—it was truly our mistake, our mistake. The Elder's beloved disciple is undoubtedly Shi Hao, that Shi Hao of long ago."

"Elder, I was wrong, utterly wrong. This entire folly was the work of that vile woman from the Yu clan. It has nothing to do with us! Back then, that vile woman, because Shi Hao was born with the Supreme Bone, foolishly conceived the idea of grafting it onto Shi Yi—and it was the Yu clan who carried out the act. It has nothing to do with us! For our Wu Wang Fu to produce one Rebirth Eye and one Supreme Bone—that is what true glory! Why would we cut off our own arm?"

The old man who had previously slandered Shi Hao now wept and sniveled, frantically confessing.

"What?"

When the old man from Shi Yi's line exposed the tragedy of long ago, the truth laid bare before the world—and at this moment, every corner of the imperial capital was shaken.

As soon as this news spread, it swept through the entire great city; every major faction was utterly stunned.

Though rumors had long circulated, they were vague—until today, when a divine spirit arrived with his disciple, igniting a colossal upheaval.

"That brat from the Void God Realm, who had wandered lost for years, was taken in by that divine spirit—who could have imagined he had such a past?"

"Heavens! That cruel child of the Void God Realm—his true name is Shi Hao, from the Wu Wang Fu—and he endured such a horrific ordeal?"

"Shi Hao was born with the Supreme Bone—he was naturally destined for supremacy—yet that vile woman ripped out his Supreme Bone and grafted it onto her son Shi Yi, forging Shi Yi's fame?"

"It was meant to be two Supremes in one family—but because of one poison woman, it became this!"

"A Supreme Bone born by heaven's will—that is a being destined to become a Supreme! Yet a poison woman reduced him to this! No wonder that divine spirit went straight to the Yu Wang Fu after arriving in the imperial capital—to seek vengeance on the Yu clan! Such a poison woman deserves death for targeting a child!"

"What shocks me even more is that Shi Hao was still a child when he lost his Supreme Bone—yet he survived, and grew into what he is today. Could this be because he encountered that divine spirit?"

The imperial capital erupted in chaos; everyone stood stunned. Once this news spread, it was like a meteor crashing into the Wang Yang—stirring a colossal storm.

"What are you saying?"

The elders of Shi Yi's line in the Wu Wang Fu stared in disbelief at the kneeling old man—this old man was Shi Ziteng's father, and yet he had knelt.

No one had expected the taboo of long ago to be exposed so suddenly—this revelation carried too great a peril.

"Heavenly Saint Supreme! The heavens favor the Wu Wang Fu too greatly! One Rebirth Eye was enough—but now a naturally born Supreme? If the Heavenly Saint Supreme had been born in our house, we would have spared no effort to nurture him—his future would surely have been emperor!"

The noble families of the imperial capital all wore expressions of shock, then shook their heads.

A naturally born Supreme, ruined by a poison woman—this filled them with sorrow and confusion, yet also brought a faint relief.

Within the Wu Wang Fu, all of Shi Yi's line turned pale—they knew they could not defend themselves, for the one who knelt and revealed these secrets was Shi Ziteng's father, Shi Yi's grandfather.

The matter was now sealed in stone. No one could imagine what the divine spirit had done to cause Shi Ziteng's father to turn against them.

"You are of the same Wu Wang Fu lineage, a descendant of the Shi clan. Even if our kin wronged you, why expose this so publicly? Today's actions—how can our clan ever stand again in the imperial capital?"

One old man trembled for a moment before speaking.

"Hao'er, we truly did wrong back then—but the deed is done. Talking of the past changes nothing. Now we must unite, and make our lineage flourish even more."

A middle-aged man stood beside Shi Ziteng and spoke.