Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"So, Shi Hao came back today to collect the debt from three years ago!" A young cultivator clenched his fists, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He had seen Shi Zhongtian's demeanor on the battlefield of the Hundred Races, and he admired this iron-blooded god of war very much. Now that he saw his grandson return, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

Several old men from the Wuwang Mansion surrounded the little one, their eyes full of guilt and joy. The blond old man stared at the little one, tears streaming down his face: "Hao'er, it's really Hao'er, your facial features are exactly the same as when you were a child! Hao'er, Fourth Grandpa was so sorry for you back then! If I hadn't failed to take good care of you, you wouldn't have had your Supreme Bone dug out by that evil woman." His voice was choked with sobs, full of regret and hatred.

"Fourth brother, don't blame yourself. Didn't Hao'er come back? Who of us could have expected something like this?" Another old man patted the blond old man's shoulder gently and consoled him.

"My dear grandfathers, I am living well in Shi Village, and my master has given me an opportunity. Even if I don't have the Supreme Bone, I can become a Supreme in the future." The little boy raised his head, and his childish voice was firm. He thought of the old people in Shi Village and those carefree days, and his heart was warm.

Not far away, the young woman in black had a vicious look in her eyes, staring at the little guy as if she wanted to pierce him through: "I didn't expect he is so lucky that he didn't die even after all this!"

"Mother, there is a spiral-shaped fruit in his body. It is very unusual." Shi Yi's eyes were blazing, like two magic lamps lit, and his little face was full of greed.

"A spiral-shaped fruit?" The young woman in black frowned, a hint of cruelty flashing in her eyes, "If King Wu and Grandpa Yu can take them down, I will dig it out for you."

At this time, King Yu staggered out of the deep pit, his face covered in blood and his eyes filled with murderous intent: "It was you who hurt me just now!" He stared at Jiang Han, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.

Jiang Han stood with his hands behind his back, his calm gaze swept over King Yu, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a hint of amusement.

"You deserve to die!" King Yu roared, and nine vermilion gourds appeared behind him. The surface of the gourds was covered with runes, dazzling and killing.

"open!"

King Yu roared, and nine scarlet gourds broke apart at the same time. The crisp sound of crackling echoed over the martial arts arena. Various ancient characters emerged from the broken gourd pieces, emitting a frightening pressure.

“This aura of power…” King Wu’s face changed, with a flash of shock in his eyes, “King Yu is offering sacrifices, he is guiding!”

"The breath of the gods!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, with fear in his voice. Everyone felt an invisible pressure coming towards them, and they couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground.

The Great Demon God Shi Zhongtian raised his bow again, feeling the aura on the fragments, his face extremely solemn. However, just as he was about to shoot the arrow, he saw Jiang Han's gaze, which was as calm as water, but made him feel inexplicably at ease. After a slight hesitation, he put down the bow and stared at the strange fragments.

"King Yu, I really made you bleed heavily this time." King Wu shook his head and sighed, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Resurrect!" King Yu glanced at King Wu, expressionless. Countless drops of blood flew out of his body, passing through the fragments like red silk threads, stringing them together and gathering them together. As the blood continued to flow, King Yu's face became paler, but the fragments gradually melted into a black long sword.

clang--

With a metallic tremor, the strange black sword fell into the hands of King Yu. In an instant, King Yu was wrapped in black light, and his aura rose wildly, reaching a new height. Holding the black sword, he stepped towards Jiang Han step by step. Every step made the void collapse, and the black light on the sword blade became deeper and deeper.

"Shi Yi, where is his weakness?" King Yu tilted his head to look at Shi Yi, his voice low.

Shi Yi's eyes moved as he stared at Jiang Han, but his expression suddenly changed: "Grandfather, this..."

"What did you see?" King Yu asked in a deep voice.

"Light, all light, a dazzling light, I can't see anything!" Shi Yi exclaimed, his face full of surprise. His double pupils could see through everything, but he only saw a bright light on Jiang Han, as if he was the incarnation of the sun.

King Yu frowned, but he no longer hesitated, and shouted: "Die!" He slashed out with the black sword in his hand, and a thousand-foot sword light tore through the void, carrying the breath of destruction, and slashed towards Jiang Han. Wherever the sword light passed, black rain poured down, and the air was filled with the breath of death.

Shi Zhongtian clenched the divine bow tightly, his palms were full of sweat. He could feel the power of this sword, even with his strength, he might not be able to escape unscathed. However, just as the sword was about to strike Jiang Han, a strange scene occurred -

The void in front of Jiang Han suddenly rippled, like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, and the ripples contained a terrifying force of space. The ripples spread, and the black sword light that could destroy the world was annihilated silently.

"What's going on!" King Yu's eyes widened, his face full of shock. However, before he could react, a piercing sense of crisis rose from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to dodge, but found that his body could not move at all. He could only watch the ripples brush past him like a breeze.

Suddenly, the whole place was silent. Everyone stared at the battlefield with eyes wide open in disbelief. The Rain King was gone, and only the black sword was left floating in the air, emitting a strange light.

"No... No..., the Rain King's soul lamp is extinguished!" The cry of the Rain Clan elder broke the silence, his voice full of fear and despair. Everyone realized that the Rain King had disappeared in front of everyone, and even his soul was completely annihilated.

In the martial arts arena, Jiang Han stood with his hands behind his back. Little Dot stood beside him, looking at the black sword curiously. Shi Zhongtian and others looked at each other in shock. They finally understood how powerful the mysterious man in front of them was. The seemingly ordinary ripples could easily wipe out a half-step supreme. The young woman in black looked pale, and she took a few steps back involuntarily while pulling Shi Yi's hand. She finally realized that she had provoked a being that should not be provoked. Shi Yi lowered his head, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he no longer had the arrogance and domineering attitude he had before.

King Wu looked at Jiang Han and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Today's events will surely shake the entire Stone Kingdom, and this mysterious Jiang Han will probably become the most legendary existence in the history of the Stone Kingdom.

As the dusk deepened, the crowd outside the Wuwang Mansion gradually dispersed, but they did not know that a bigger storm was brewing in secret. Shi Hao's return, Jiang Han's appearance, and the mysterious spiral fruit would all become the starting point of this storm, setting off a storm in the Stone Kingdom and even the entire Great Wilderness...

The moment the Rain King's soul lamp suddenly went out, the air in the martial arts arena of the Martial King's Palace seemed to be sucked away, and everyone's breathing stagnated. The exclamation of the Rain Clan elder was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, making their eardrums ache. The Rain King, who was still so aggressive just now, now only had the strange black sword floating in the air, and the sword reflected everyone's terrified faces.

"Dead, King Yu is really dead!" A monk stumbled back, knocking over the weapon rack behind him with a harsh sound. His voice trembled with disbelief, as if he was questioning the reality before him.

"How did he die? What did that man do?" Someone in the crowd shouted, his voice full of fear of unknown forces. Everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Han, but he was standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering without wind, and his expression was as calm as watching an ant.

The Rain King, the overlord of the Stone Country, an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, disappeared without a sound. The Great Demon God Shi Zhongtian held the little one in his arms and stared at Jiang Han with a burning gaze, full of surprise and confusion. He had experienced the bloody storms of the battlefields of hundreds of races and had seen countless strange methods, but he had never seen such a terrifying force - the invisible space ripples were even more terrifying than the sharpest sword.

King Wu stood there in a daze, looking at the place where King Yu disappeared, and felt a chill on his back. He was at the same level as King Yu, and thought that even if he was defeated, he could still fight back, but he didn't expect that the other party couldn't even make a move, and wiped out King Yu with just a ripple. This gap made him feel a sense of powerlessness and fear.

"Three years ago, that evil woman dug out the supreme bone of my disciple, and your lineage tried its best to protect her. Today, I came to your door to collect the debt for my disciple." Jiang Han's voice was as refreshing as a spring, but it exploded in the minds of everyone present. He glanced at the vicious young woman with a knife-like gaze, and then turned to Shi Yuan.

The moment Shi Yuan and Jiang Han's eyes met, he felt a chill running up from his feet to his head. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. He was horrified to find that his body was being eroded by an invisible force, and his consciousness gradually blurred. The next moment, he dissipated like smoke, leaving no trace of his soul.

"Elder Shi Yuan... he also disappeared!" someone exclaimed, his voice full of shock. Everyone then realized that Jiang Han's revenge had already begun, and his methods were far more terrifying than they had imagined.

The void rippled again, like the sickle of the god of death, slashing through the elders of Shi Yi's lineage one by one. The third, fourth, fifth... In a few breaths, most of the old men behind King Wu were gone. The old man who survived was sweating profusely, slumped on the ground, looking at Jiang Han with eyes full of gratitude and fear.

"All those who died are from Shi Yuan's lineage!" Those who knew the secret from three years ago sighed, "Back then they tried their best to protect Shi Yi and his mother, and now they finally paid the price." There was awe and anger in the eyes of everyone looking at Jiang Han.

"Hao'er, what is the origin of your master?" Shi Zhongtian swallowed his saliva and asked the little one in a low voice. He could feel Jiang Han's unfathomable strength, but he couldn't guess his background.

"I don't know, anyway, the master is very strong, even the Willow God suffered at the hands of the master." The little guy looked up, with pride in his childish words. Shi Zhongtian was shocked, he had heard of the reputation of the Willow God, how terrifying could the existence that could make the Willow God suffer?
King Wu looked at Jiang Han and instinctively took a few steps back, not daring to breathe. He knew that any resistance at this moment would be futile, and he could only pray that Jiang Han's anger would not burn him.

Jiang Han glanced at King Wu, and finally stopped his gaze at the vicious young woman. Meeting his gaze, the young woman was struck by lightning, collapsed in the air, trembling all over: "Devil, you...what do you want to do..."

"Devil? Are you mocking me or talking about yourself?" Jiang Han sneered, raised his hand and a picture appeared in the air.

In the picture, two beds stood side by side. On the left bed, three or four-year-old Shi Yi bit the cork, sweating profusely, with divine light flashing in his double pupils. On the right bed, seven or eight-month-old Shi Hao curled up in a ball, his face pale, blood staining the bed board red. The vicious young woman hugged Shi Yi's arm, her eyes full of crazy joy: "Yier, you are my mother's pride. With the supreme bone and the natural double pupils, no one can stop you from now on, and this land will surrender to your feet!"

The baby's weak call was heard: "Auntie...Hao'er is cold..." But the young woman turned a deaf ear to it, and instead used a secret method to collect Shi Hao's blood: "Your real blood can also nourish the supreme bone in Yi'er's body, so it can't be wasted." In the end, Shi Hao fainted from the cold and severe pain, his little body still shivering.

The scene froze on Shi Hao's pale face, and the martial arts arena fell into silence. Everyone looked at the scene, and felt a surge of anger burning from the bottom of their hearts. Their eyes were full of murderous intent as they looked at the vicious young woman.

"Ah! Evil woman, I want you to live a life worse than death!" Shi Zhongtian's roar broke the silence, his face full of tears, veins bulging, like a demon descending to the earth, striding towards the vicious young woman. He had waited for this day for three years, and now that he had seen the tragedy of that year with his own eyes, the grief and anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

The vicious young woman screamed and tried to escape, but was held in place by an invisible force. She looked at Shi Zhongtian approaching in horror, her eyes full of despair. Shi Zhongtian raised his hand and slapped her. The young woman's cheek swelled up instantly, and her teeth spurted out with blood.

"How could you have the heart to do that? He is your own nephew!" Shi Zhongtian roared, "You dug out his supreme bone and sucked his true blood. You are not worthy of being a human being!" As he spoke, he condensed a rune in his hand and injected it into the young woman's body. The young woman screamed miserably, and her body began to shrink and her skin aged rapidly. In just a few breaths, she became an old woman with wrinkles all over her face.

"This is a blood curse. It will make you suffer the pain of aging and make your life worse than death." Shi Zhongtian said coldly, "But you can't die yet. I want you to watch Shi Yi lose everything, just like Hao'er lost the Supreme Bone!"

Shi Yi, who was standing by, had already turned pale with fear. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Grandpa, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again! Please forgive me!"

Jiang Han watched all this and turned his gaze to Xiaobudian. Xiaobudian bit his lower lip, with anger and a hint of pity in his eyes. He thought of the warmth of Shicun and those who loved him, and whispered, "Master, I don't want her to die, but I don't want to forgive her either."

Jiang Han nodded, waved his hand to remove the power that was restraining the young woman: "I can spare your life, but you must kneel on the most prosperous street in Shi Country for three days and confess your sins to the people of the world. If you disobey, I will take your soul." (End of this chapter)