Chapter 274: Divine Artifact

Chapter 274: Divine Artifact

With a single slap, the sky was blotted out. The Demon God’s hand was enormous, turning pitch black, resembling a black Five-Finger Mountain pressing downward.

The scene was terrifying, like a great demon descending upon the world. Dark clouds rolled, and the giant hand covered the sky, its overwhelming pressure and grand aura truly heart-stopping.

King of Rain roared, struggling to resist. Torrential rain poured from the clouds above, with lightning flashing across the heavens, a manifestation of thunder after the rain clouds had reached their peak strength.

He fought against the black hand, enveloped in electric light. The clash was intense, with endless sparks erupting between the two forces.

"Boom!"

In the end, the King of Rain coughed up blood and was thrown backward. The electric light surrounding him was dispersed, extinguished under the black Five-Finger Mountain, and various runes dimmed.

The heavens seemed to crack open. The Fifteenth Lord’s expression was cold as he stepped forward, resembling a colossal demon. His presence exerted immense pressure on the people of the imperial capital.

This was the embodiment of the Demon God’s “demon” aspect—fierce and powerful. Though he had only one arm, he was unstoppable, slamming downwards.

The King of Rain took a heavy blow, unable to bear such immense force. His body trembled as he staggered backward, stepping on the void, with clusters of runes blooming and then vanishing.

The Fifteenth Lord remained indifferent, uttering no words, only launching a relentless assault to kill the King of Rain who had entered the mansion and provoked him.

The black hand descended, shaking the void. The King of Rain resisted, his arms creaking, on the verge of breaking, and more blood flowed from his mouth.

"Enough!"

He shouted loudly, deliberately spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. The blood that had fallen earlier surged up, reappearing in the sky as a blood rain.

"Eh?" The Fifteenth Lord was astonished. The power of this blood rain was immense, with divine energy astonishingly strong.

This was the Blood Rain, with each raindrop containing the King of Rain’s life essence. This was intentional—blood spat out from injuries was calculated and not wasted.

“Blood Rain Grand Formation!” Someone in the distance exclaimed, realizing the truth.

At this moment, everything changed. The world was shrouded in a crimson haze, with more and more red light rain flooding the area, infinitely transforming and magnifying.

At the same time, nine small gourds appeared, all crimson in color, floating and sinking in the blood rain. They looked eerie and mysterious, with a strange power spreading.

The gourd mouths emitted rays of light, all in the form of sword blades, slashing towards the Fifteenth Lord. All the blood rain transformed into runes, constantly flashing.

This was the Blood Rain Grand Formation, with the nine small gourds submerged within it, rapidly enhancing its power, altering the wind and clouds of the world.

Sword lights surged, no longer mere beams but becoming waves of red tide, rolling endlessly, enveloping the entire world.

Everyone was astonished. The ancestral formation of the Rain Clan was indeed formidable. Such a technique, if used by an ordinary person, would instantly shatter them into blood mist.

The sword lights were boundless, transforming into waves. Some residual waves flew out of the imperial capital, hitting distant mountain peaks and causing them to explode.

It was only a portion of the red tide, not the whole. People were horrified, realizing that if the entire formation were unleashed, it could obliterate a giant city and destroy hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

This was a true slaughter formation, not merely a trap for one person.

The people of the Martial King’s mansion were terrified, worried for the Fifteenth Lord. The opponent had prepared thoroughly, initially pretending to be weak, but now showing their true strength.

"Boom!"

In the Blood Rain Grand Formation, there was a tremendous explosion. Light orbs flew up, and the black hand rose, shattering the blood-colored light. The sword blades and waves clashed with the hand, ringing out with a clang.

“Demon’s Hand!”

Someone exclaimed. Indeed, the name of the Demon God had merit. Having mastered such great divine power, the black light flickered, frightening beyond measure. The endless sword blades could not cut through it.

Boom!

The black hand fell, scattering the blood rain, leaving only the nine gourds, still glowing, with runes swirling.

“Shi Zhongtian, stop your madness!” The King of Rain roared. The nine crimson gourds began to burn, with dense runes and a dazzling, surging aura, and the killing light intensified.

The Demon God launched a fierce attack, slapping out nine times, each strike landing on one of the nine gourds, with sounds that shook the heavens.

“Break!” The Fifteenth Lord roared.

“Open!” The King of Rain also shouted.

In the end, the crackling sounds were unending as the nine crimson gourds split apart, their intricate patterns covered with cracks, on the verge of destruction.

“Boom!”

Ultimately, the red haze filled the sky as the nine treasure gourds exploded into fragments, flying towards the Fifteenth Lord.

“Annihilate!” The King of Rain roared.

The power of the explosion was immense, causing all major forces in the imperial capital to shudder. If it spread, many lives could be lost.

As for the Martial King’s mansion, there was no need to say more. The Fifteenth Lord’s old allies were anxious, fearing for his safety. The power was overwhelming.

Suddenly, the Demon God’s hand changed color. The dark light faded, and it began to turn white as jade, completely different.

“God’s Hand!”

Everyone was shocked again, stunned. This was the legendary divine power, its might causing tremors. The God’s Hand had not appeared for many years.

The Demon God’s name had significance. It was said that he followed the path of gods and demons, now embodied in the form of the Demon’s Hand, and then the God’s Hand.

This divine power was immense. The white hand extended forward, and the fragments of the crimson gourds exploded, turning to dust, and various energy storms vanished.

The world was peaceful once more. The torrential rain disappeared, the blood mist vanished, and the nine crimson gourds were completely shattered.

The God’s Hand truly had the power of a deity, causing awe and trepidation.

The King of Rain flew backward, blood once again flowing from the corner of his mouth. His body staggered as he moved in the void.

In the imperial capital, discussions erupted. The Demon God’s triumphant return showcased his invincible side—crushing everything in his path, with no one able to stop him.

“King of Rain, you overestimate yourself by provoking my Martial King’s mansion. This is your punishment!” A senior elder from below roared, displeased with the King of Rain’s provocation and interference in the chaos.

“Hehe, hahaha!” The King of Rain laughed, showing no sign of despair. Instead, his face grew colder.

“This is a ritual. This is a summoning. Let’s begin!” The King of Rain’s smile faded, becoming more indifferent.

In the void, one light orb after another appeared, fragments glowing, with various characters floating, emitting an immense pressure that made people’s souls tremble.

“What is this?”

Many people looked up at the glowing fragments, feeling an indescribable oppression, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts, their bodies almost bowing down.

“Divine aura,” the Demon God murmured. Earlier, his arrow had been blocked by such artifacts, which were terrifying.

“Awaken!” The King of Rain shouted.

The powerful divine energy emitted by the earlier blood rain and the shattered nine gourds had not truly vanished; they were absorbed by these fragments hidden in the void.

“Divine Relics!” Many people exclaimed. The imperial capital was filled with gasps. The situation had become dire.

The King of Rain had been performing a ritual on these fragments, using the energy generated from the battle to revive them, now finally revealing their true power.

“Divine Mandate of the Rain God!”

Someone shouted, their face paling. Many were horrified. This was the divine mandate left by an ancient deity, engraved with glowing characters, exuding extreme pressure.

If Shi Hao were here, he would be astonished. He once ate a fragment of a divine mandate, but that was not in the real world—it was in the Void Realm.

The Rain Clan had been enraged about this matter and had cursed repeatedly. Such a powerful divine mandate, when brought into the Void Realm, was suppressed and ended up being eaten by a mischievous child.

But this was not the Void Realm; it was the real world. This divine mandate could unleash its full power. As its aura was released, it caused a chill to run through the bodies of all those present.

“Old Fifteenth, what do you have to fight with? Today, I will clear the way for the Martial King and kill you, the traitor.”

The King of Rain’s aura grew stronger. After wiping the blood from his mouth, his fighting spirit was high, and he stood tall, staring at the Fifteenth Lord with a powerful and oppressive presence.

The people of the Martial King’s mansion were furious. An outsider was so audacious, interfering in their affairs. Their anger surged.

Blocks of yellowish divine mandate fragments appeared in the sky, quickly becoming dazzling and turning into golden chunks. Each piece bore runes as glaring as the sun, causing pain to the eyes of those who looked.

The aura was increasingly powerful, making countless people on the ground kneel involuntarily, as if facing an ancient deity.

The imperial capital was silent. People were terrified, unable to resist the divine aura and the fluctuations of power.

“Old Fifteenth, surrender now!” the King of Rain shouted.

The golden chunks fell, far more terrifying than the nobility, completely unresisting. At this moment, the people of the Martial King’s mansion were dumbfounded, horrified. Was the invincible Demon God about to be defeated?

The divine mandate was unique and extraordinary, recording divine will and containing the intent to slaughter. Thus, its appearance was earth-shattering.

In the presence of the Demon God, the void twisted. He was being suppressed and dragged downward. How could human power counteract divine strength when it was being crushed? It was a grave disaster.

Many sighed. The Rain Clan had produced deities, and this divine mandate was too special, containing the will to fight. It was like the collapse of heaven and earth.

The void seemed ready to explode. The Fifteenth Lord sank continuously, blood dripping from his mouth, his body shaking violently.

“Indeed strong. Compared to gods, my path is still long,” the Fifteenth Lord said, then his expression tightened. He drew a massive bow and shot a bright light from his mouth, forming an arrow feather.

This arrow was special—almost transparent, shimmering with a faint silver light. As soon as it appeared, it dimmed the sun and moon, changing the wind and clouds, with a murderous aura.

The Demon God’s expression was indifferent. He placed the special arrow feather on the bowstring and drew it back forcefully, saying, “The Rain God’s mandate carries the will to fight. It is strong, but it is not his true form. Watch the arrow.”

The silver light intertwined and shot out rapidly, causing the void to collapse with a thunderous roar. Golden divine mandate fragments swayed.

Several of the fragments were struck by the divine arrow, and with a loud boom, the runes were erased, completely darkening.

“What? What is that?” Many were astonished.

“That’s an arrow feather left by an ancient deity!” Some nobles were shocked. They hadn’t expected the Demon God to use such an item at the final moment. No wonder he was so composed.

“Impossible!” The King of Rain shouted. Nothing could be worse than this—his clan’s divine artifact had encountered an opponent, and the enemy had brought out such an arrow. It was terrifying.

The golden divine mandates flickered. Fragments trembled and quickly surged, enveloping the King of Rain and retreating into the distance. He dared not fight anymore.

The divine mandate was his strongest trump card, but it was useless now, leading to a complete defeat. He was filled with great fear. The Demon God was too terrifying.

“The Martial King’s mansion is not a place for you to wreak havoc. Have you forgotten what I told you?” the Fifteenth Lord said coldly.

He gestured, bending his bow again and drawing another arrow. The silver arrow feather flew out, piercing the heavens, hitting the golden light. Many divine mandate fragments trembled and then exploded, with radiant light scattering and runes dimming, quickly extinguishing.

The King of Rain screamed in agony. Although the silver arrow feather was temporarily blocked and did not hit his flesh, the immense pressure penetrated and struck him.

“Boom!”

His body was struck as if hit by a mountain, nearly torn apart, and he fell to the ground.

The divine arrow feather and the divine mandate fragments were in a standoff. The King of Rain struggled desperately, even trying to seize the arrow feather. Otherwise, he might die here.

The Demon God, cold and ruthless, drew another arrow from his back. Although it was not a divine arrow, it was still fearsome.

“Whoosh!”

The long arrow soared through the sky, piercing the cosmos. The two divine artifacts faced off, and this arrow quickly traversed the void, piercing the King of Rain.

“Ah!”

The King of Rain screamed in agony. Despite his best efforts to avoid it, the arrow struck his lower body, causing it to explode instantly, leaving only a mess of flesh and mud.

This was a powerful noble, yet he could not withstand a single arrow from the Demon God.

His upper body, covered in blood, fell to the ground with a thud. Looking up, he saw a grand mansion with the words “Rain King’s Mansion” written in large characters.

The King of Rain’s expression turned pale. The Demon God had arrived, right in front of their mansion, bringing real disaster.