Gray light descended.
Shi Hou appeared, his right hand still gripping the Purple Thunder Stone Knife, his palm slightly numb.
The instant the Black Pot swallowed the Rain God Decree, a layer of cold sweat had sprung up along his back.
That thing had not fully unfurled.
If it had truly exploded, it might... have injured him.
Shi Hou stared at the mouth of the pot, the smile that had lingered on his lips slowly fading.
He had been getting a little too cocky lately.
This world ran far deeper than he had imagined. The Rain Clan had casually pulled out a decree and nearly made him eat dirt. What if he ran into a real old monster?
The only one who could truly swagger through this world unchallenged was Little One beside him.
As for himself, he had better stick to being a cook.
Only by lying low could he survive to the final episode.
The Rain Clan members lay sprawled every which way across the sand.
Shi Hao had struck with blistering speed. One sweep of lightning, then a few finishing cuts with the golden shears-swift and clean, without leaving room for more than a handful of screams.
Big Red beat its fiery wings and forced the last few who were trying to crawl away back into the sand.
Yu Wencheng knelt in the sand, blood streaming from both severed wrists.
His aged face turned ashen at once. His lips trembled several times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"You... you're trying to sever the very roots of my Rain Clan!"
Shi Hao approached with the golden shears in hand. He said nothing, his gaze icy.
Yu Wencheng tried to say something else, but his chest suddenly heaved. Blood poured from his mouth, and a strange