Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

The Rain Clan leader Yu Hong seized the opportunity, and the nine-headed water snake phantom suddenly pounced on the little one. Wherever the poisonous fog reached, the blue bricks on the ground melted instantly. Jiang Han sneered, tapped his fingertips, and a blue light flashed. The water snake phantom collapsed, and the poisonous fog condensed into ice crystals in the air, falling down one after another: "Bullying a child, what kind of ability is that?"

Yu Hong looked up and met Jiang Han's gaze, feeling as if he had fallen into an icy cave. The man in front of him was surrounded by three completely different auras: the mercy of the ancient Bodhi tree, the vicissitudes of the enlightenment tree, and the mystery of the devil fruit tree, interweaving into a suffocating pressure. "Who are you?" He trembled and stepped back, a fishy sweetness rising in his throat.

The little guy suddenly broke free from Jiang Han's hand and walked in front of Shi Zhongtian. The old man knelt on one knee, trembling and stretched out his one arm, wanting to touch his grandson, but was afraid that the blood on his hand would stain the child: "Hao'er, Grandpa failed to protect you"

Shi Hao looked at the scar on his grandfather's sleeve and suddenly remembered the scene in the picture where his grandfather fought with the real beast in the restricted area. He gently grasped the old man's fingers, and the blue light in his palm flowed into Shi Zhongtian's body, helping him repair the meridian injury: "Grandpa, Hao'er doesn't blame you. Master said that my bones will be reborn in the vibration and be stronger than before."

Shi Zhongtian was stunned. He looked at the blue light flowing in his grandson's palm, and at his own reflection in his eyes. He suddenly laughed out loud. As he laughed, the shadow of the True Hound appeared behind him, echoing the blue light in the little guy's palm. The blood in the courtyard suddenly condensed into golden raindrops, which fell on Shi Hao and turned into tiny bone pieces, merging into his chest - that was the wonderful resonance of the True Hound's blood and the Zhenzhen Fruit.

"Okay! Okay!" Shi Zhongtian stood up and looked at Jiang Han, with gratitude and shock in his eyes. "Who are you? Why are you so concerned about my Shi family?"

Jiang Han smiled and shook his head: "I'm just a guide. The real legend belongs to this child." He looked outside the courtyard, which was already surrounded by the royal guards, led by Shi Feng, the third prince of the Shi Kingdom. "But now, we have more important things to do - for example, let the entire Shi Kingdom know that whoever takes away Shi Hao's supreme bone will eventually pay the price."

Shi Feng stood on the steps, looking at the bloody scene in the courtyard, the imperial seal in his hand was slightly hot. He knew that after today, the Shi Kingdom would face an unprecedented storm. The collision of the three forces, the Fifteenth Master of the Wu Palace, the mysterious Green Shirker, and the little Shi Hao who possessed the Zhenzhen Fruit, would surely rewrite the pattern of the entire Great Wilderness.

"Third Prince, do you want to take action?" the counselor beside him asked in a low voice.

Shi Feng stared at the little guy, watching the blue light beating in his palm, and suddenly remembered the prophecy recorded in the ancestral temple: "The lion will shake the earth, and the desolate sky will rise." He took a deep breath, clasped his hands and said: "Fifteenth Master, the royal family is willing to uphold justice for Haoer. None of the branches of the Rain Clan and the Stone Clan who participated in the bone snatching will be spared."

Shi Zhongtian snorted coldly, "Fairness? I, Shi Zhongtian, am fair only in my fists." But seeing that the little guy was looking at Shi Feng with curiosity rather than fear, he finally slowed down his tone, "But if the royal family is really sincere, why not take us to see Shi Yi first - I want to see how far the stolen supreme bone can take him."

Outside the courtyard, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on Shi Hao, stretching his shadow very long. He looked at the palace in the distance, at those who had hurt him, and suddenly remembered what his master said: "Vibration is not only destruction, but also rebirth." He gently squeezed his palm, and the blue bricks on the ground suddenly rippled. A small space crack appeared at his fingertips. Deep in the crack, the outline of the ancient sacred mountain could be vaguely seen.

That night, the starry sky of the Imperial Capital of the Stone Kingdom was particularly bright. In the courtyard of the Wuwang Mansion, Shi Zhongtian was telling Xiaobudian the story of shooting down the golden eagle, while Jiang Han stood on the eaves, looking at the southeast sky - there, the fate star of Shi Ziling and his wife was rapidly approaching, carrying the breath of the ancient sacred mountain and the fragrance of the holy medicine.

Deep inside the palace, Shi Yi was meditating when the Supreme Bone in his body suddenly made a strange sound. He opened his eyes, and the tiny figure was reflected in his pupils. An inexplicable fear surged in his heart. The cousin whose bones he had taken away was now walking towards him step by step with the power of the Zhenzhen Fruit, the gift from the God of Willow, and the expectations of his grandfather, heading towards their fateful battle.

The mountain wind swept through the imperial capital, making the Suanni lanterns in front of the Wuwang Mansion rustle. Shi Hao lay in his grandfather's one arm, listening to the wolf howling in the distance, and suddenly smiled. He knew that his legend had just begun. And the beginning of this legend was accompanied by the roar of vibration, rebirth and blood, just like the blue light in his palm, which would eventually shine on the north wind of late autumn, carrying gravel, and slapping the red lacquer door of the Wuwang Mansion. The copper bells under the eaves rang, startling several jackdaws, whose black wings swept across the blue-gray sky, like an ominous omen. On the streets in the distance, pedestrians wrapped in cloaks hurried by, but outside the Wuwang Mansion, dozens of people stood on tiptoe and raised their heads, their necks stretched long, staring at the closed red door.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang like thunder in a drought, which made everyone's eardrums hurt, and the teacups in the street teahouses began to dance. Dust fell from the heavy brick walls of the palace, and the copper rust on the door nails also fell off. A commotion broke out in the crowd, some people staggered, some stood on tiptoes and tried to look around, and discussions rose and fell.

"What on earth happened in the mansion?" an old man wearing a felt hat shouted at the top of his voice, his cloudy eyes full of curiosity.

"Shouldn't it be a happy thing that the Fifteenth Master is back? Why does the noise inside seem like a chaotic battle?" A woman in luxurious clothes frowned, tapping her palm lightly with the round fan in her hand, her face full of confusion.

Everyone was talking at once, but no one could make a clear statement. Everyone's eyes were focused on the tightly closed red door, as if they wanted to see the secret inside.

At the same time, deep in the Wuwang Mansion, in a dark dungeon, the smell of mold and blood intertwined, making people sick. On the damp walls, moss grew wantonly, like a series of strange human faces. In the center of the dungeon, a cage made of black iron glowed with a cold light, and the chains dragged long blood marks on the ground.

With a loud roar, the cage exploded, and several figures rushed out like arrows. The youngest of these figures was in his fifties or sixties, and the oldest had white hair and ragged clothes, with whip marks and sword wounds all over his body, and blood dyed the torn clothes dark red.

"Hahaha, it turns out that you're back, Old Fifteen!" The golden-haired old man in the lead laughed loudly. His voice was filled with the joy of surviving a calamity, and tears welled up in his turbid old eyes.

"No wonder those old guys suddenly attacked us and imprisoned us here!" Another old man with a cane said gritting his teeth, and slammed the cane in his hand heavily on the ground, shaking up a cloud of dust.

"Brother Fifteen, you still have one arm? You must have suffered a lot in the past three years." A hunchbacked old man walked forward tremblingly, his eyes fell on the sleeves of Shi Zhongtian that were dangling in the sky, his voice choked with sobs.

Everyone was excited at first, their faces filled with joy of reunion. However, when their eyes fell on Shi Zhongtian's one arm, their faces suddenly dimmed, and they all lowered their heads, sighing continuously.

Shi Zhongtian stood tall like a pine tree, and despite having only one arm, he still exuded a chilling pressure. His eyes were full of fatigue and vicissitudes, and the years had carved deep wrinkles on his face. His white hair was like snow, but it could not hide the burning anger in his eyes.

"I want to know where Ziling and Yining are, and where is my Haoer? Is he still alive?" Shi Zhongtian spoke in a low voice, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and uneasiness. "Those guys just kept making excuses to me!"

After hearing the one-armed old man's question, the old men looked at each other and fell silent. There was a sense of oppression in the air, as if even breathing had become difficult.

Finally, one of them sighed and said, "Old Fifteen, we were not in the mansion three years ago. When we got the news and came back, it was too late." His voice was low and hoarse, as if carrying endless regret and pain.

"It's all my fault. I didn't protect Hao'er." The golden-haired old man blamed himself, clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his eyes were full of guilt. "Tell me, what happened!" Shi Zhongtian seemed to have a premonition of something, his face was extremely gloomy, and his aura suddenly burst out, shaking the air around him.

"Old Fifteen, Hao'er is a natural supreme being..." The golden-haired old man spoke slowly, with a hint of reminiscence and regret in his voice. "Hao'er is very cute, intelligent, with big, bright eyes. He learned to speak shortly after he was born, and he is very sensible..."

Listening to these old friends praising Hao'er, Shi Zhongtian first showed a gratified smile, the wrinkles on his face were stretched out, and his eyes were full of love. However, when he heard that his grandson was tied to a cold iron bed, the Supreme Bone was dug out alive, and his body was covered in blood, his face turned pale in an instant, as if all the vitality was taken away.

At this moment, Shi Zhongtian's eyes turned bloodshot, as if he was possessed by a demon. He roared, and the terrifying sound waves spread out like a substance, directly shattering the glazed tiles of the main hall. Rubble flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky.

"Hao'er, Grandpa is sorry for you. If Grandpa hadn't left, how could they dare to treat you like this! Everything is Grandpa's fault, it's all Grandpa's fault!" Shi Zhongtian's eyes suddenly filled with tears. He has always been strong and domineering. When killing enemies on the battlefield, he always strikes with thunder and kills, thus earning the title of Demon God. But such a great Demon God who frightened the enemy could not help crying at this moment, like an old man, clenching his fists, shaking slightly, and feeling unbearable pain in his heart.

"Brother Fifteen, don't blame yourself. Didn't you leave at that time to find the blood of the True Lion for Hao'er?"

"Yes, you almost lost your life for Hao'er. If Hao'er were here, he wouldn't blame you because he is sensible."

The old men who were on good terms with Shi Zhongtian spoke up to comfort him one after another, their eyes full of concern and heartache.

"The Shi Yuan clan actually treated my grandson like this. Don't they take me seriously? Poor child, my poor Hao'er! Grandpa will avenge you now and let everyone in their clan be buried with you!" Shi Zhongtian roared to the sky, his voice full of despair and anger. With every step he took, the ground would tremble violently, as if the earth was shaking with his anger.

"Old Fifteen, what do you want to do? What happened back then is in the past!"

"That's right, this matter is irreversible! Yi'er has double pupils and supreme bones. He has now shown a talent far beyond that of ordinary people. He can be called the best among his peers!"

"Zi Ling and his wife, as well as Hao Er, are missing. It wasn't like we left before them back then."

"Shi Zhongtian, don't forget that this is the Wu Wang Mansion! Are you trying to disobey the Wu Wang?"

……

Looking at Shi Zhongtian approaching step by step, a group of old men not far away had fear in their eyes, and then they soared into the sky one by one, hovering in the air, with vigilant expressions on their faces. They knew how terrifying this great demon was, especially since he was already in a rampage state, which made them even more terrified.

"Fourth Brother, who were the people who protected that kid with double pupils three years ago?" Shi Zhongtian asked coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

After the golden-haired old man called out a series of names, Shi Zhongtian's figure moved, and instantly turned into a residual image, appearing in the air, appearing in front of an old man with a scar like a ghost.

Boom!

Shi Zhongtian punched out, the wind whistled, and the air made a sharp explosion. First, he broke the old man's fist that was blocking, and the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, and then he slammed hard into the face of the scarred old man. With a dull bang, the scarred old man's head exploded directly, blood and brains splattered everywhere, and his body hit the wall not far away like a kite with a broken string, and the rubble rolled down, deader than dead.

"A fight has broken out. A fight has really broken out. How could this happen?!"

"Master Fifteen killed someone right after he came back. Looking at his appearance, is he possessed by a demon?"

"Although the Fifteenth Master is known as the Great Demon God, he only kills those who should be killed. These people from the Wuwang Mansion must have done something they shouldn't have done!"

"He seemed to be seeking revenge. I heard him calling for Hao'er."

"Hao'er? I seem to have some impression of him! Oh, he's Shi Ziling's son, but there was no news about him three years ago."

"Could it be that these guys did something to hurt Shi Hao? Master Fifteen is here to collect his debt!"

……

At this moment, the main roads around the Wuwang Mansion were already crowded with people, three layers inside and three layers outside, and everyone looked up at the sky above the mansion. Everyone stretched their necks, their faces full of shock and curiosity, whispering and discussing.

In the air, dozens of figures gathered together, their faces were filled with fear, runes flashing on their bodies, and they took a defensive stance; opposite them, Shi Zhongtian's face was exposed with veins, and he roared and rushed into the crowd. Wherever his figure passed, runes exploded, and waves of air surged. Wherever he went, there was a mess. (End of this chapter)