“Take them all away!” the Martial King commanded, his voice thunderous as he ordered the servants to carry off the deposed elders. A radiant, blazing light enveloped the scene, as if it were the dwelling of deities. Standing at its center, the Martial King was bathed in resplendent brilliance, exuding an aura of unattainable majesty. The Great Demon God was not one for indiscriminate slaughter, and thus, the casualties were few. The Martial King, however, still saw a glimmer of hope—if he could break through his current realm, perhaps he could restore these people.
The Great Demon God’s gaze was icy, devoid of any intervention, for he did not regard these individuals as adversaries worthy of his attention. In a way, today was not solely about vengeance; it was also about purging the deep-seated maladies of his own clan. These people would no longer pose a threat in the future.
Shi Yuan and the others wore expressions of despair. They realized that the Great Demon God had spared their lives only to bear witness—to see whether Shi Yi would truly ascend to rule the Desolate Wasteland.
“Old Fifteen, the path lies beneath your feet. I ask you once more—will you turn back?” The Martial King’s voice was frigid, stripped of its former calm, now laced with a murderous intent.
The response came in the form of a palm strike from the Fifteenth Master. A surge of runes erupted like towering waves crashing against the shore, vast and magnificent, engulfing the heavens and earth. No words were needed—the Great Demon God’s actions spoke louder than any declaration, revealing the unshakable resolve that left no room for further discourse.
“Good!” roared the Martial King. His bellow echoed like thunder from the heavens, accompanied by a storm of shattered golden light that seared the eyes. He extended a colossal hand, vast beyond measure, leaving the onlookers in awe.
“Palm World!” Many gasped in shock. This was a supreme divine ability, one that only the most formidable experts could wield, demanding immense cultivation. The Fifteenth Master’s old comrades felt their scalps tingle, their faces paling—the Martial King had grown even more formidable after years of seclusion, a testament to his former dominance in the Stone Kingdom.
With a deafening crash, the enormous hand descended, shrouding the Fifteenth Master beneath its shadow. Mist billowed endlessly from its grasp, expanding boundlessly. The Fifteenth Master soared into the sky, his body wreathed in blazing radiance, like a deity poised to sunder the heavens.
The Martial King remained rooted in place, yet his colossal hand pursued relentlessly, eclipsing the sky. The five fingers swelled, each turning golden, exuding an earthy aura—like five pillars holding up the firmament.
“Boom!” The hand closed in, seeking to trap the Fifteenth Master within its grasp. Yet the latter surged upward, only for the palm to expand further, mirroring his movements, transforming into a world unto itself. Within its confines, suns and moons orbited the colossal fingers, their rotation thunderous and terrifying.
This spectacle was beyond anything the spectators had ever witnessed. The Palm World should not have manifested celestial bodies—clearly, these were runes given form, veiled in mist to ensnare the foe. The deafening resonance of the rotating stars shook the imperial capital, drawing the attention of countless powerful figures.
“Boom!” The Great Demon God struck out, aiming to shatter the Palm World and break free. Yet the Martial King proved formidable—each star flared with runes, converging to block his escape. The world within the palm constricted, the stars descending to suppress and refine him. Layer upon layer of divine light cascaded, seeking to incinerate him into ash.
The onlookers trembled. Even the mere fluctuations of this power were enough to terrify the strongest among them—had they been caught within that palm, they would have been reduced to nothingness.
Unfazed, the Fifteenth Master remained composed even within the Palm World. His fists lashed out, shattering star after star. The heavens trembled as divine power surged like rivers, the void boiling under his onslaught.
“Transform!” The Martial King bellowed. The Palm World shifted—the river of stars vanished, replaced by roaring flames. His fingers clenched, morphing into a blazing furnace meant to refine the Great Demon God.
The crowd recoiled. The bronze furnace was the Martial King’s weapon, now fused with his palm—a terrifying union. The sky quaked as the ancient furnace materialized, its verdigris surface glowing with inner fire.
“Break!” The Fifteenth Master’s voice thundered. A resounding clang echoed as the furnace shuddered violently. The Martial King staggered, releasing his grip. The furnace dissipated, revealing the Great Demon God standing firm, a massive bow hovering before him.
This was the first clash of their weapons—like the tolling of a celestial bell. The bow had collided with the furnace, producing that deafening resonance.
The Great Demon God emerged unscathed, his expression serene. The spectators marveled—he had grown far stronger, now standing as the Martial King’s equal.
With a roar, the Fifteenth Master struck. A spiraling force erupted from his fist, morphing into a golden Bi’an, its body etched with radiant patterns, as if it could prop up the heavens.
“Boom!” The punch was devastating. The golden Bi’an charged forth, its power threatening to rend the world. The Martial King’s eyes flashed as he conjured a barrier of runes, his sleeves billowing with dark wind.
“Black Divine Wind!” Gasps arose from afar. This was a divine ability—a deceptively gentle yet devastating gale capable of grinding mountains to dust.
The Bi’an coughed blood as the wind struck, its internal organs shattered. Though a construct of treasure techniques, its realism was chilling—a testament to the Martial King’s mastery.
The Martial King ascended, his sleeves unleashing a tide of black wind toward the Fifteenth Master.
“Ha!” The Great Demon God exhaled a misty breath, dispersing the dark gale with a single utterance.
“Chaos Grand Qi Art?!” Many were stunned. This near-lost technique was rare even in the Stone Kingdom—yet the Fifteenth Master had mastered it.
“Old Fifteen of the Martial King’s Manor is truly formidable,” murmured distant observers.
The Martial King’s gaze sharpened. Suddenly, a vertical eye opened on his forehead, unleashing a barrage of runic sword beams toward the Fifteenth Master.
“Clang! Clang!” The latter’s right arm transformed into a radiant dragon claw, deflecting every strike. The spectators shuddered—both combatants wielded multiple divine abilities, their exchange dizzying in its intensity.
Like twin divine flames igniting the sky, the Martial King and the Great Demon God clashed. Their battle shook the heavens, their movements a blur of light and force.
“Who is the Martial King? A peerless powerhouse who once dominated the land—yet now, he has met his match!”
Treasure techniques flew, their brilliance dazzling. The sky seemed to host two entwined dragons, their struggle raging from the heavens to the earth and back.
“The Fifteenth Master has returned!” Even commoners received the news, awestruck. The Great Demon God, absent for over a decade, had come back to challenge the Martial King.
A bronze furnace materialized above the Martial King’s head, its verdigris surface glowing as divine cascades shielded him. He strode forward like a deity, wielding suns and moons in his hands.
“Old Fifteen, you’ve grown stronger—but you are crippled, missing an arm. Even at this realm, you are inherently lacking!” the Martial King declared, advancing with fists that conjured stars, eclipsing the sun itself.
“Boom!” The heavens shattered as his palm harnessed the power of ten thousand stars. Mythical beasts—Teng Snakes, Gray Flood Dragons, Suanni Lions—swirled around him, amplifying his might.
“Martial King, are you afraid? Do you seek courage in words?” The Fifteenth Master’s voice was calm. With a single arm, he pushed forward—no brilliance, no stars—yet his momentum shattered the celestial bodies one by one, as if ending the world itself.
The Great Demon God surged forward, his lone arm striking relentlessly. Each blow reduced the Martial King’s stars to dust.
“Pah!” The Martial King spat blood, staggered by the Fifteenth Master’s relentless assault. He stumbled back, his dominance challenged for the first time in years.
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