Chapter 306: Who Exactly

The broken sword trembled, emitting a humming sound as if craving to drink the blood of gods. The black sword body displayed patterns, one after another, both dazzling and profound.

With his final strike, Shi Hao expended all his strength. Across from him, the Rain God’s projection still had not opened its eyes but merely raised its hand, swiping in Shi Hao’s direction.

There was no way to dodge. It was a wisp of divine shadow, omnipresent. That hand covered the heavens and earth, enveloping everything, trying to capture Shi Hao in its palm.

Finally, the broken sword shone, splitting the air like a black sun striking the large hand. It then detached from Shi Hao, resembling a black dragon, singing through the nine heavens, wrapping around the large hand.

A faint sound rang out. The half-wilted lotus flower was completely obliterated, leaving nothing behind. Meanwhile, the Rain God’s projection in the void began to crack, struggling to stabilize.

Especially the large hand wrapped by the black dragon, which slowly dispersed, like a shower of light, ultimately disintegrating.

This was supposed to be a grand clash, the most intense battle. Yet, the Rain God’s projection was unstable, disintegrating on its own, failing to unleash the anticipated terrifying divine power.

Wisp after wisp of symbol light faded, the light rain dimmed, and eventually, nothing remained, vanishing from this place.

Shi Hao staggered, taking a large gulp of monkey wine. The sweet liquid was the best healing remedy under the sacred medicine. His body crackled as all his bones trembled, emitting a brilliant sheen. His flesh quivered and healed rapidly.

The street fell silent. The people were shocked, watching quietly.

The Rain Tribe members were initially stunned, their faces filled with disbelief, then angered.

“Rain God, how could this be?” they shouted, unable to accept the reality.

“Rain God, where are you? Why can’t you return?” The Rain Tribe members struggled to understand. After so many years, why had the Rain God never been heard from? Today, the projection appeared hastily but then immediately vanished, leaving communication difficult.

In the next moment, the Rain Tribe members roared, “Kill him!”

They could not give Shi Hao a chance to heal. They aimed to kill him while they had the chance, each one charging forward, treasures gleaming, weapons clashing.

The broken sword cut through the air, and the dozen or so people at the front were swept by the dark sword light, all being severed at the waist. Their upper bodies surged forward while their lower halves fell, blood pouring out.

Shi Hao remained stationary, his gaze cold and distant, watching everyone. With a gulp, he drank another large mouthful of monkey wine, his entire body radiating treasure light, his flesh rapidly restored.

At this point, the crowd on the street erupted. The Rain God’s projection had dissipated, failing to deliver the final thunderous strike, which left everyone astonished and regretful.

A mere boy was so formidable, daring to defy the heavens and battle with the incredible divine shadow.

“Even the divine projection couldn’t subdue him. He’s the one who had the last laugh,” people were deeply shocked. The street was buzzing with activity, filled with people.

At this moment, powerful figures from various factions in the imperial capital had arrived to witness the outcome.

“He is the mischievous kid from the Divine Void Realm.”

Finally, someone shouted this, revealing his identity. Many previous doubts were cleared, and they understood who he was.

“That’s right, it’s him. The broken sword came from the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, which he once wielded and used to wreak havoc in the Divine Void Realm.”

Everything became clear now. No wonder the Rain Tribe was so enraged with him. After discovering his identity, they acted recklessly, wanting to kill him.

“Good heavens, it’s that brutal kid. After years, he has grown up.”

The place was chaotic. Everyone knew about the one who had opened ten Celestial Domains in the Divine Void Realm. It had caused a huge stir.

It was because of him that a great upheaval swept through the Divine Void Realm, and no one would forget it.

As news spread, the entire imperial capital was shaken. Many wanted to see this individual, but for various reasons, it had been difficult to encounter him in the real world.

Now, his true self had entered the Shi Kingdom’s imperial capital. All the major families were startled, knowing that many had once sought him but had found nothing.

Was this going to stir up a great commotion? The mischievous kid from back then had appeared voluntarily. He couldn’t possibly come to his death willingly; he must have some plan, otherwise, why would he dare to fight?

The Rain Tribe members’ eyes reddened. Although they were intimidated by Shi Hao’s power, their killing intent remained unshaken. The Rain God was their divine patron, their source of invincibility, their sacred mark. How could they allow it to be desecrated?

Even though the projection’s weakness, due to the Rain God’s own issues, caused it to shatter, they still could not bear it. A mere boy had wielded a sword and executed the crucial strike.

“Divinity cannot be insulted.”

In the depths of the Rain Tribe, within an ancient palace, a loud shout echoed. Those who were in seclusion were disturbed and awoke from their meditation, emerging from their retreats.

Shi Hao remained indifferent, staring ahead. He admitted in his heart that the Rain Tribe was indeed powerful. The group of people had combined their powers to perform a forbidden divine technique, summoning the Rain God’s projection. It was not only extraordinary but also frightening and perilous. A moment of carelessness could lead to death.

“Is it only allowed for you to insult others?” Shi Hao asked coldly.

He sheathed the broken sword, raised his black hand, and struck forward with force. With a booming sound, the palace collapsed, the halls shattered, the beautiful gardens cracked, and a large part of the estate turned into ruins.

There was a burst of light, and runes flickered, but it could not change the fact that the grand formation failed to protect the palace. Another piece of ancient architecture was destroyed.

It was as if yesterday was repeating itself. Hadn’t the great demon god done the same thing? Today, a boy was doing it again, demolishing the Rain Tribe’s ancient palace and toppling layers of courtyards.

Nothing could anger them more. It was akin to tearing open old wounds and scratching them again, a fresh and painful injury.

At this moment, a group of elders from deep within the buildings stepped forward. They were the sect leaders and ancestors, the most powerful members of the Rain Tribe, finally revealing themselves.

At this time, Shi Hao’s radiance also faded, revealing his true form. However, he had not removed his black indestructible golden body, calmly facing them.

“Indeed, it is him.”

Not only the Rain Tribe but also people on the street and in the sky could see Shi Hao’s true appearance. It was the same brutal boy from years ago, now thoroughly confirmed.

Not only were the Rain Tribe members unsettled, but others also felt complex emotions. This was a person who had opened ten Celestial Domains, now appearing here.

The area was filled with people from the four major families, practitioners from the Tuoba ancient family, and other forces that Shi Hao had slaughtered in the Divine Void Realm. All were seething with anger.

However, no one acted recklessly. Shi Hao’s earlier display had been truly terrifying, exhibiting the power of a prince.

Many focused on his black armor, sensing that it was related to the situation.

Without using the Kunpeng treasure technique or absorbing the Rain Path’s nine-layer divine aura, Shi Hao had lost the fierce battle aura he had displayed earlier. Now, he was calm, with a touch of returning to simplicity.

In reality, the Rain Tribe’s sect leaders had also noticed something. The blossoming lotus seemed to have empowered this boy, and the treasure technique was restrained.

“You’ve gone too far, young man. You slaughtered our people in the Divine Void Realm, and now you come to our estate to cause trouble. Do you think our tribe has no one?” an elder scolded.

“So arrogant, must be punished.”

The Rain Tribe’s powerful figures echoed in agreement. Many of them had personally experienced the events in the Divine Void Realm, remembering how this young man had once decapitated them. They had spent a long time recovering in the real world, making it hard to forget.

The pain and life-and-death struggles felt no different from what had actually happened.

“It is not that I am too harsh, but rather that you are too forgetful. Don’t you remember what you did? I came here merely to resist. You have committed many sins, and perhaps you only remember how others targeted you, never reflecting on your own mistakes,” Shi Hao replied.

“Who exactly are you?” At that moment, a middle-aged man suddenly shouted, his eyes gleaming, trying to discern something from Shi Hao’s face.

Some in the tribe suspected that this brutal child might be the “calamity” who should have died years ago, the son of Shi Ziling.

“Hahaha!” Shi Hao laughed heartily, facing them. He neither confirmed nor denied it. His nearly mocking and disdainful laughter made the Rain Tribe members feel particularly irritated. Anyone who knew about the past would be unsettled.

“Bring the Bone Mirror,” an elder whispered, his eyes fixed on Shi Hao. His thoughts were troubled, and his expression grew increasingly serious. The feeling was unsettling.

“What do you think?” another important figure asked, inquiring of those around him. He found that the corners of Shi Hao’s eyes and brows bore a resemblance to Shi Ziling and even carried a hint of the Great Demon God’s divine aura.

This made the important figures’ faces look grim and unnatural. Their hearts raced. Could this child really have survived?

Initially, they had only been speculating, their conjectures based on intuition and imagination. They had not taken it seriously, but repeated encounters had deepened their suspicions.

“The Bone Mirror has arrived.” Someone whispered, presenting a gray stone box, which seemed to be covered in dust, dull and weathered.

“What are the Rain Tribe doing? It seems they have brought out an extraordinary ancient treasure,” someone outside the estate murmured, peering into the ruins.

The stone box was opened, revealing a layer of animal skin inside. A middle-aged man quickly opened it, retrieving a bone mirror made from primitive bone, translucent and glossy.

With a “shh” sound, the bone mirror revived, swirling with colorful clouds and emitting a series of runes, filled with mysterious power.

“Hmm, is this the legendary Bone Mirror, capable of revealing the soul, and displaying the bloodline and bone origin?” A noble in the distant sky exclaimed.

“The Rain Tribe is indeed impressive. No wonder they have produced gods; they possess such ancient sacred objects. Truly remarkable,” someone marveled.

The auspicious clouds arranged into special symbols, and the entire mirror surface resembled an eye, emitting strange beams of light, startling the noble figures who recognized it.

The Bone Mirror could trace bloodline origins and more, akin to the Demon-Repelling Mirror, revealing the identity of those reflected.

Waves of strange light radiated toward Shi Hao. He had heard of the Bone Mirror, knowing it lacked combat power and only revealed certain “truths,” far less powerful than the Demon-Repelling Mirror.

Therefore, he was not afraid, his lips curled into a cold smile, and he surveyed the Rain Tribe members openly.

“What is this? Is it really him?” The middle-aged man controlling the Bone Mirror shouted, his hand trembling, nearly dropping the precious mirror. His face was filled with shock and a hint of fear.