Chapter 315: Wu Xian: If You Can

“Hahaha—!! Ancestors, lend me your power!”

The Rain King coughed up blood and laughed, appearing utterly confident, though in truth he was bluffing.

For he knew the divine edict of the Rain Clan was now incomplete, unable to unleash its full power, and uncertain whether it could even defeat that terrifying demonic child.

Thus his current arrogance was merely an attempt to instill fear in the opponent, deterring a direct assault, so he might later negotiate terms and allow the Rain Manor to survive this calamity.

Yet the Rain Clan, unaware of the true situation, truly believed their Rain God was invincible—even a fragment of the divine edict could suppress all enemies—and so they regained their confidence, shouting insults within the manor, their taunts making the Rain King tremble with dread, fearing Wu Xian might lose patience and annihilate the Rain Manor entirely.

“Heh! Divine being, I’m so scared!”

Wu Xian’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he raised his palm, a sheet of paper emitting the same earth-yellow glow hovering above it, faintly bearing the character “Fá.”

“That’s… the edict stolen from the False Divine Realm!”

Many in the Rain Clan recognized the paper, recalling how Wu Xian had long ago clashed with the Rain God’s edict in the False Divine Realm—how, in a single glance, he had forcibly seized it—and now a wave of dread washed over them.

Indeed, as Wu Xian infused a thread of spiritual power into the paper bearing the character “Fá,” blinding light erupted.

Simultaneously, fragments of the edicts within the Rain Clan, sharing the same origin, also flared with light, their spiritual energy gradually intensifying.

They seemed stronger—but lost all stability; the aurora barrier shielding the Rain Manor trembled violently, as if on the verge of collapse.

“Boom!!”

At that moment, the purple Qilin’s foot descended again, effortlessly shattering the barrier, then landing with finality before the despairing eyes of the Rain King and the Rain Clan.

“Kill!”

Some in the Rain Clan refused to wait for death; dozens of formidable figures surged skyward, each at least at the Spirit Transformation realm, with several even reaching the Inscription realm—capable of being enfeoffed as marquises—furious, determined to fight to the death.

Yet it was useless; all of them, including the Rain King, were crushed under a single footfall, their bodies exploding into blood and bone fragments, as if a rain of blood had fallen, radiating a demonic beauty.

Boom—boom—boom—!!

Finally, the Rain Manor collapsed, rubble scattered everywhere, most of its area reduced to ruins, leaving only their ancestral temple barely intact, the stone statue of the Rain God and an altar glowing, shielding the few remaining members of the Rain Clan.

The Rain Clan’s ancestral temple was vast, spanning a hundred zhang in diameter; earlier, the Rain King, fearing the worst, had ordered many young warriors and the elderly, weak, women, and children to take refuge inside.

His decision proved correct: the demonic child was too brutal, even the divine edict unable to stop him—just one stomp, and most of the Rain Clan turned to ash, sending shockwaves through the major factions silently observing nearby.

Brutal! Too brutal!

Hummm—hummm—hummm—

As the remaining Rain Clan members fell into despair, the stone statue within the ancestral temple began emitting mysterious light, dissolving into fine mist in midair, as if stars rotated and suns and moons flickered—utterly eerie.

Seeing this, Wu Xian slightly raised an eyebrow but made no move, curious to see what other tricks the Rain Clan had.

Soon, a faint, translucent figure appeared before the statue, seated cross-legged, surrounded by mist and stars.

Its facial features were blurred, indiscernible, yet it radiated an aura of solemn authority, as if a god had descended.

At that moment, not only did the various factions in the imperial capital freeze in shock—even the Rain Clan themselves were stunned; they had worshipped this temple for generations, yet never in the face of any enemy had they witnessed such a sight, their hearts trembling with awe.

“Heaven has mercy! The Rain God is not dead—he still lives!”

Finally, a member of the Rain Clan screamed, his face filled with the look of one who had escaped death, seeing a glimmer of hope.

“Hahaha! He truly lives! Our Rain God ancestor still exists! Though separated by infinite time and space, he still endures in this world.”

The surviving Rain Clan members went mad, weeping and laughing uncontrollably, as if possessed.

The other factions were equally astonished; though they had long known the Rain Clan’s ancestor was a god, they assumed he had perished long ago—now it seemed otherwise, and they began to speculate whether he might yet return.

“Where is the Rain God trapped? If he lives, is he enduring endless torment? After such vast ages, he has once again manifested a trace of spiritual energy—truly unfathomable.”

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

Boom—

A terrifying fist imprint surged forward, pushing back space, dispelling darkness, collapsing space instantly reassembling, while the translucent seated figure shattered instantly, leaving not even a shadow.

Crack! The altar and stone statue dedicated to the Rain God simultaneously emitted a crisp sound, cracks spreading across their surfaces before they crumbled into dust, vanishing into the air.

Heaven and earth fell silent again, deathly still.

“What are you laughing at? Just a projection. Even if your ancestor’s true body descended, I’d still beat him to death.”

Wu Xian snorted, clenching his fist, preparing to strike again.

“Aaaahhh—!”

From within the ancestral temple of the Rain Clan, a flood of wailing erupted—they had finally snapped out of their shock.

The Rain God’s projection and statue were gone; they had lost their last shield, and now faced only death.

They screamed in anguish—grieving for their fallen kin, terrified of their own impending end—many knelt, begging, even offering to swear fealty to Wu Xian, pleading only for mercy.

Yet seeing Wu Xian’s cold, unmoved face, an elder of the clan broke down: “Demonic child… no! Lord Du Gu, didn’t you say you were the scourge of evil? Yes, some among us truly deserve death—but others are innocent!”

“Like the women, children, and elders—they didn’t even know what happened back then… Heaven favors life. Please, at least spare them.”

Hearing this, the Rain Clan members, though despairing, joined in pleading, begging for even a single spark to survive—so the clan might one day rise again.

“You make a fair point. As the scourge of evil, how could I stand by and let the innocent suffer?”

Facing their moral blackmail, Wu Xian feigned “trouble”: “But I also said I’d eradicate them completely. To break my word would be wrong… How to resolve this? Ah! I’ve got an idea.”

Suddenly, Wu Xian’s eyes lit up, a smile spreading across his face; in the hopeful gazes of the Rain Clan, he raised his other hand to cover his eyes and said: “If you can’t see it, then it doesn’t matter.”

Everyone: “…”

Boom!!!

The next instant, golden light erupted, expanding at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the Rain Clan’s ancestral temple was instantly erased by the violent heatwave.

The power was controlled with terrifying precision—not a single iota leaked; the surrounding space remained utterly calm, not a ripple in the void.

When the golden light faded, the final traces of the Rain Clan vanished forever from the river of time.

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