Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"Master, I saw Grandpa! He must have thought I was dead. He looked so sad. Let's go and tell him now." Outside the mansion, the little guy pointed at Shi Zhongtian in the air, tears flashing in his eyes, and spoke to Jiang Han. His voice was childish and anxious, and his face was full of worry.

"Don't be impatient, let your grandfather kill him first." Jiang Han picked up the little guy, his mouth slightly raised, and then, like the onlookers around him, he watched the battle over the mansion with interest. There was a sly look in his eyes, as if he was planning something.

"Shi Zhongtian, have you forgotten the rules of our clan? Internal fighting and fratricide are prohibited. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed without mercy!" The old man from Shi Yi's lineage suddenly roared, with a hint of guilt and anger in his voice.

"That's right, you can't kill your own people like this anymore. Everything has to wait until King Wu comes out of seclusion!" Another old man shouted, trying to suppress Shi Zhongtian with clan rules.

"How dare you mention clan rules? Three years ago, what did you do to Hao'er? Did anyone think of clan rules?" Shi Zhongtian heard this and became even more furious. Runes all over his body were as bright as the stars, but exuding a chilling murderous intent. His figure flashed, and he slapped down one palm after another. Wherever the palm wind passed, the space was distorted. The old man who mentioned the clan rules earlier screamed one after another, and his body exploded, bringing up blood flowers in the air, dyeing half of the sky red.

In the midst of the killing, Shi Zhongtian looked down upon everyone like a demon god. Even though he only had one arm left, he was still extremely majestic and awe-inspiring. His eyes were as cold as ice as he scanned everyone present. Wherever he went, everyone avoided him and dared not look him in the eye. At that moment, everyone was terrified and dared not speak. The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, which was nauseating.

Light up the entire wilderness night sky.

Dark clouds pressed down on the Wuwang Mansion like lead blocks, and the copper bells on the eaves whimpered in the wind like they were about to die. When Shi Zhongtian's fist smashed an old man into a bloody mist again, the whole air suddenly solidified - a sound containing the sediment of time spread out from the depths of the void, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"Fifteen, stop it. You've killed enough people."

The voice seemed to come from ancient bells, and every word was wrapped in a soul-shaking pressure. The old men who were originally running away suddenly stopped, and their haggard faces instantly glowed with ecstasy of surviving a disaster.

"King Wu, you finally came out of seclusion!"

"If you don't come, I'm afraid we will all be killed by this devil!"

"Please help to suppress this demon!"

Amid the cries for help, Shi Zhongtian slowly retracted his fist. The sleeves of his one-armed robe fluttered in the strong wind. He looked up to the east, his pupils slightly contracted - a figure wrapped in thousands of rays of light was tearing through the clouds, and every step he took left a burning trail in the void.

Above the Wuwang Mansion, the figure was surrounded by a star-like divine ring, and the dazzling light made it impossible to look directly at his true appearance. The overwhelming pressure flooded the entire mansion like a tide, and the blue bricks on the ground began to crack. In the crowd in the distance, people kept kneeling on the ground, with blood oozing from their mouths and noses.

"He... is he the King of Wu?" A peddler sat down on the ground trembling, with the candied haws in his hand scattered all over the floor.

"This is the first time I've seen King Wu! This kind of pressure... is enough to crush me!"

"Did King Wu come out of seclusion to stop Master Fifteen?"

Amid the constant discussions, the kid in Jiang Han's arms suddenly clenched his fists, his tender face flushed with worry: "Master, his aura is so scary, I hope Grandpa is okay."

"Don't worry." Jiang Han gently pinched the little one's cheek, but a barely perceptible cold light flashed in his eyes, "With Master here, no one can hurt your grandfather."

The old men who supported Shi Zhongtian gathered together with solemn expressions, their robes rustling under the pressure of King Wu. One of the white-haired old men clenched the bronze sword in his hand, and the runes engraved on the sword were slightly hot due to the owner's nervousness.

King Wu's voice sounded again, calm but with a hint of thunder: "Fifteen, I'm glad you came back alive."

Shi Zhongtian's one arm trembled slightly, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish at all: "But after I came back, I was very disappointed and just wanted to kill people."

"What happened back then is a foregone conclusion." The divine ring around King Wu began to rotate slowly, and each circle caused ripples in the space. "For the prosperity of our clan, if you were in my position, would you really kill the double-pupiled person who already possessed the Supreme Bone?"

"Kill!" Shi Zhongtian's answer was like the collision of metal and stone, shaking the trees within a hundred meters to drop leaves one after another. An illusory shadow of a demon god appeared behind him, with dark red pupils burning with rage.

King Wu's divine ring suddenly swelled, and the brilliant light completely enveloped Shi Zhongtian's figure: "As the head of the clan, I urge you to forgive Yi'er's lineage, is that feasible?"

"No!" Shi Zhongtian punched out with one fist, and the fist wind collided with the divine ring, erupting with a deafening roar. Spider-web-like cracks began to appear on the walls of the entire Wuwang Mansion, and tiles fell like raindrops. "You are forcing me to take action!" The aura around Wuwang suddenly surged, and the divine ring turned into nine dragons of light hovering behind him. His true appearance was revealed in the light - his face looked only forty years old, but it revealed the vicissitudes of having experienced hundreds of battles.

Shi Zhongtian laughed loudly towards the sky, his laughter carrying an endless sadness: "The older you get, the more confused you become! If you don't want to sit in this position, get down!" As he roared, the blood vessels on his one arm bulged, and black thunder began to condense in the air.

The crowd of onlookers exclaimed one after another: "Oh my God, Master Fifteen is going to fight King Wu!"

"The Great Demon God is indeed worthy of his reputation. He actually dares to challenge the King of Martial Arts!"

"But King Wu swept across the world when he was young. This battle..."

At this moment, King Wu suddenly raised his hand, and a rune containing great truths fell from the sky: "I will use you to warn the people of the clan when I leave today!"

Shi Zhongtian waved his arm, and countless dark red runes shot up into the sky. The two forces collided in mid-air, and the burst of light dyed the entire sky purple. Thunder exploded, shattering windows within a ten-mile radius.

"I didn't expect you to have come this far!" A trace of surprise flashed in King Wu's eyes, and as he waved his hand, a gray ancient dragon emerged from the void. The ancient dragon opened its bloody mouth, and the breath it spewed out actually corroded the ground into a bottomless gully.

The shadow of the demon behind Shi Zhongtian roared and turned into a golden roc that soared into the sky. Its golden feathers fell like meteors, and each one could easily penetrate a house.

Just as the two terrifying forces were about to collide again, heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. This rain was extremely strange - it was pouring down over the Wuwang Mansion, and the raindrops hitting the ground made a sound like metal collision.

"Look! There's another one coming!"

The crowd cried out in surprise. In the rain, a figure surrounded by a crystal rain slowly emerged. She was emitting a holy light, and every drop of rain around her turned into suspended crystals.

"The Rain King!" someone shouted in horror, "The King of the Rain Tribe has arrived in person!"

Behind the Rain King, two figures loomed. Little Bit suddenly struggled violently, tears of anger welling up in his eyes: "Master! It's her! She is the one who dug out my Supreme Bone! And him... the one who stole my bone!"

Jiang Han's eyes instantly turned cold, and the little one in his arms began to emit a faint golden light. The Rain King sneered, and when he raised his hand, thousands of raindrops turned into sharp water blades, forming a deadly vortex around her.

Above the Wuwang Mansion, three forces confronted each other, and the pressure in the air almost solidified. The rainstorm washed away the blood on the ground, dyeing the blue bricks into a strange dark red. A war that could shake the foundation of the Stone Kingdom was about to break out...

The heavy rain poured down, casting the Wuwang Mansion like a Shura field soaked in blood. The broken glazed tiles glowed coldly in the mud, the dark red blood flowed along the gullies of the bluestone slabs, and the air was filled with a strange smell of blood and the fishy smell of rain. Shi Zhongtian stood in the rain, his one arm trembling slightly, the rain slid down his pale hair and condensed into water droplets between his clenched teeth. When he saw the two figures in the rain, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes burst into anger that could burn everything - the child Shi Yi, who was led by the black-clothed woman, and the double pupils on his forehead formed an extremely glaring contrast with the innocent and lovely grandson Shi Hao in his memory, who was cruelly killed and had his supreme bones dug out.

"I haven't looked for you two yet, but you two appeared in front of me. Good, very good!" Shi Zhongtian's laughter mixed with the sound of rain, like the howling of evil spirits from the underworld, full of long-suppressed hatred and madness. The runes around him suddenly surged, and the dark red murderous intent condensed into substance, turning into hideous blood mist, evaporating the rain within a radius of ten feet into rolling blood mist. The blood mist condensed into twisted ghost faces in the air, as if cheering for the upcoming revenge. The past scenes surged in his mind like a tide: three years ago, in order to find the blood of the real beast for his grandson Shi Hao, he went deep into the dangerous restricted area and survived a narrow escape. But when he returned, what awaited him was the bad news that his grandson was cruelly persecuted. Shi Hao's small body was tied to the cold iron bed, the supreme bone was dug out alive, and the blood soaked the sheets. The miserable scene became a wound in his heart that could never heal. At this moment, the enemy was so close that the flames of hatred completely devoured his sanity.

The young woman in black behind King Yu smiled coldly, and her nails instantly turned into three-inch-long bone blades, emitting a cold and dim light in the rain. The jade bracelet on her wrist emitted a faint blue light, which was the murder weapon that had taken out Shi Hao's Supreme Bone. "Uncle Fifteen, I can't believe you're still alive!" Her words were full of contempt and ridicule, as if Shi Zhongtian's return was just a joke. She stroked Shi Yi's head gently, her eyes full of pride, completely ignoring the anger in Shi Zhongtian's eyes that was almost swallowing her.

Shi Zhongtian's hair stood on end, and the blood gushing out of his broken arm condensed into a translucent fist shadow in the air, which contained his overwhelming hatred and powerful strength. "If I don't kill you two today, I will never be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!" Before he finished speaking, he swung his arm violently, and a fist wind containing the power of a mountain tore through the rain curtain and rushed towards Shi Yi and his son. Wherever the fist wind passed, the rain was shattered, leaving a deep gully on the ground.

"Fifteen, don't force me to kill you on the spot!" The divine ring around King Wu suddenly burst out, and nine dragons of light circled and rushed towards Shi Zhongtian. He looked at Shi Yi with a hint of barely perceptible relief in his eyes - the boy's double pupils could already vaguely see through Shi Zhongtian's attack trajectory. In King Wu's heart, Shi Yi was gifted, with double pupils and supreme bones, and was the hope for the future rise of the Shi clan. For the sake of the family's interests, he did not hesitate to acquiesce or even support Shi Yi's lineage to seize Shi Hao's supreme bones. At this moment, he must not let Shi Zhongtian destroy this carefully laid out plan.

"Today, no one can stop me!" Shi Zhongtian stamped his foot on the ground, and the foundation of the entire Wuwang Mansion exploded. The violent vibration caused the surrounding buildings to collapse one after another, and smoke and dust filled the air. A huge shadow of the demon god appeared behind him. The shadow held a huge axe, and his eyes were red, like an evil ghost from hell. The one-armed man slowly pulled open a divine bow condensed from the void. The runes on the divine bow flickered, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

King Wu shouted angrily, his voice like a bell, shaking the air. A copper furnace with green rust spots appeared above his head, and lifelike golden crows were engraved on the furnace. The inside of this treasure furnace was flaming, and the ancient and mysterious symbols on the outside seemed to have their own life, constantly flickering under the reflection of the flames. "Kill!" As King Wu's cold command fell, the copper furnace glowed, and a golden crow spread its wings and rushed out, blazing with fire and golden all over, fierce and unmatched. Then, the second and third golden crows flew out one after another, and as their golden wings flapped, a terrible aura spread out, and wherever they went, the space was rippling. Six golden crows circled around the copper furnace, making deafening cries that seemed to penetrate a person's soul. The copper furnace was surrounded by these six golden crows, and they pressed down towards Shi Zhongtian like stars holding the moon. Wherever they passed, the space was distorted and deformed, as if it was about to be torn apart by this terrifying force.

"You have made a name for yourself as a demon with your divine bow, but now, you only have one hand. How can you draw the bow?" King Wu's eyes were cold, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. In his opinion, Shi Zhongtian, who had lost one arm, was now just a spent force, even if he was once famous.

"Then I'll let you see it!" Shi Zhongtian's voice was low and firm, without the slightest fear. Facing the copper furnace surrounded by six golden crows, his face was calm, and his indifferent eyes were fixed on King Wu. Then, his body trembled slightly, and an arrow feather engraved with ancient runes automatically popped out from behind him. The blood gushing out of the broken arm turned into an invisible bowstring, and the arrow was steadily placed on the string. The runes on the arrow feathers flashed with mysterious light, as if containing the most powerful power in the world. (End of this chapter)