The Martial King coughed up blood? On the ground, Shi Yuan and the others turned deathly pale at the sight, utterly terrified. Just how powerful had the Great Demon God become, to wound the Martial King?! Chills ran down their spines, their breaths turning icy from head to toe. They had initially hoped the Martial King would suppress the Fifteenth Master and avenge them, but never had they expected such an outcome.
In the distance, experts from other great clans also gasped in shock. The Great Demon God was terrifyingly strong—after over a decade of absence, he had returned to shake the imperial capital once more.
Though the Martial King spat blood, he did not retreat. Instead, he laughed, the blood in the air spreading and expanding, transforming into a vast crimson lake. His eyes were cold, his smile chilling. With a clap of his hands, the blood lake surged toward the Fifteenth Master with a deafening roar.
The crowd was stunned—this was a divine ability! A mere mouthful of blood had turned into a lake, dense with runes. Did this mean a single drop of his blood could slaughter countless?
The Fifteenth Master showed no fear. With a palm strike, a true tide of blood erupted, rolling forward and dispersing the crimson lake. The Martial King’s gaze grew even colder as he clapped again, summoning another raging wave of blood, this one even more violent, its runes dazzling and suffused with overwhelming killing intent, engulfing the Fifteenth Master.
This time, the blood tide surged endlessly, drawing in the essence of the heavens, intent on refining the Fifteenth Master where he stood.
The Great Demon God snorted coldly. His single arm blazed with light as he manifested a massive cauldron from runes, pressing it downward to swallow the endless blood. Seated cross-legged, he began refining it.
“A furnace of flesh and blood treasure—who wants it?” the Fifteenth Master declared.
The cauldron boiled, the blood lake evaporating swiftly into a single pill, radiant with crimson light and brimming with essence.
The Martial King’s expression darkened further. This was mockery. Today’s injury had indeed caught him off guard—he hadn’t expected his opponent to be so formidable.
“Fifteenth, you’ve done well,” the Martial King growled.
His voice was like a mountain flood—deep, vast, and far-reaching. Above his head, the ancient bronze furnace, once covered in green rust, shed its aged patina. Golden crows emerged from its surface, lifelike and surrounded by intricate patterns, transforming the furnace into something grand and exquisite.
The true form of the treasure furnace was revealed. Flames roared within, while countless ancient and mysterious symbols adorned its exterior, as if it possessed a life of its own.
With a deafening boom, the furnace blazed with light, outshining even the sun in the sky. No longer dull, it gleamed with vitality.
From its surface, blinding radiance erupted as a golden crow took flight, its wings ablaze, its body gleaming like pure gold, sharp and unstoppable.
Then another followed, its golden wings so dazzling they made hearts tremble—so lifelike, so terrifying.
A third emerged, its golden eyes locking onto the Fifteenth Master, radiating overwhelming killing intent.
One after another, six golden crows soared forth, circling the furnace like stars around the moon, all blazing with light.
The Fifteenth Master had long since risen to his feet, casually tossing the blood pill aside. A massive bow materialized before his single arm as he faced the Martial King coldly.
**Boom!**
At last, the furnace descended, radiant and translucent, the six golden crows even more formidable, their flames surging as they flapped their wings around it—a breathtaking sight.
The sky was drowned in fire, divine light everywhere. The furnace had shed all traces of antiquity, now a terrifying weapon pulsing with mysterious runes, cascading divine waterfalls of power. With the golden crows in tow, it had become a weapon of mass destruction.
The very air rippled as if on the verge of collapse, trembling violently. Those below were paralyzed with fear, their legs weak.
With a thunderous crash, the furnace bore down on the Fifteenth Master, its light intensifying like a falling sun.
**Clang!**
Amidst the gasps and terror of the onlookers, the Great Demon God did not defend. Instead, he attacked—swinging his massive bow to strike the furnace.
The sound was crisp and resonant, as if splitting souls. Many screamed, their eyes glazed, their heads near bursting.
The bow, though plain, clashed with the ancient furnace without a scratch, sending the deadly weapon flying.
“Incredible!”
“Using the bow like this doesn’t unleash its true power,” someone sighed from afar.
The Martial King’s expression was icy. With a chant, the furnace trembled, its lid flying open as endless flames surged forth like an ocean. The furnace was horrifying—though not large, its mouth gushed flames that could annihilate an entire city, yet here it was, focused on a single man.
The Great Demon God spun his bow, forming a golden vortex that devoured the sea of flames, absorbing it all.
“What?!”
Runes on the bow flared as it absorbed the inferno, growing increasingly radiant until it became nearly transparent—a sign of accumulated divine power.
The Martial King’s face changed. With a wave, the furnace soared again, now fiercer than ever. The golden crows frantically absorbed flames, their bodies swelling before all six lunged at the Fifteenth Master.
“Fifteenth, what a pity—once famed for your divine arrows, now with only one arm, how will you draw your bow?” the Martial King sneered.
“Would you like to see?” the Fifteenth Master replied, unflinching before the oncoming crows.
“There are many ways to draw a bow, but none as astonishing as when you had both arms,” the Martial King scoffed.
“You’re afraid,” the Great Demon God retorted coldly.
At that moment, an arrow sprang from his back, caught by his sleeve and nocked to the bowstring.
The crowd gaped.
**“Kill!”**
The Martial King erupted, his blood energy surging like a primordial beast, shrouded in divine light as he drove the furnace and crows toward the Fifteenth Master.
**“Kill!”**
The Fifteenth Master roared in response, gripping the bow with one hand, his missing arm replaced by a sleeve as he drew the divine bow, his body ablaze with light.
In that instant, he became a radiant war god, the bow drawn to a full moon, an arrow gleaming like crystal.
**Twang!**
The bowstring’s hum distorted the void, sending out terrifying ripples as the arrow shot forth, wrapped in divine might.
**Swoosh!**
The divine arrow streaked across the sky, its long tail forming a rainbow as it pierced a golden crow’s chest. The crow shrieked like a living thing, blood spraying as it plummeted.
A second arrow was nocked and loosed, piercing another crow’s skull—it exploded without a sound.
The Great Demon God fired six arrows in succession, each striking true, felling all six crows—manifestations of the furnace’s terrifying runes.
In the blink of an eye, three more arrows shot forth, clanging against the furnace and sending it reeling, flames scattering everywhere.
The Martial King was enraged. Though the furnace was unharmed, the six runes had dimmed. He could no longer endure being at a disadvantage.
**“Kill!”**
His entire body blazed, a pillar of blood energy erupting from his crown, piercing the clouds. Like a primordial beast, he recalled the furnace and charged the Fifteenth Master, intent on close combat.
Around him, spectral beasts emerged—a gray ancient flood dragon, a golden divine crow, a purple Suan Ni roaring—all manifestations of his power, surging forward with him at full strength.
The Great Demon God remained expressionless, but his aura skyrocketed. A golden-winged peng took flight above him, a roaring Bixie charging forth—his own spirit manifestations, ready for the final clash.
**“Kill!”**
The two collided.
The Fifteenth Master drew his bow to full moon, this time aiming at the Martial King himself.
**Clang!**
The furnace shuddered as the Martial King blocked the lethal arrow, a blinding light erupting.
**Clang! Clang! Clang!**
The Fifteenth Master loosed arrow after arrow, each deflected by the furnace. Though an ancient weapon, it dented under the relentless assault—every arrow striking the same spot with flawless precision.
“Fifteenth, is shooting arrows all you can do?” the Martial King bellowed, furious at the damage to his treasured artifact.
Finally, he closed the distance.
**Thud!**
Blood sprayed as the Fifteenth Master’s arrow pierced one of his spirit manifestations through the forehead.
**“Die!”**
The Martial King roared, his body burning, divine power surging as if a seal had been broken—his strength surged.
“What?! He was holding back!”
“He suppressed his power to cultivate—now he’s unleashed it! The Fifteenth Master is in danger!”
Spectators gasped as the battle shook the imperial capital, drawing the attention of all its powerhouses.
The Martial King struck with full force, determined to crush the Fifteenth Master.
**Boom!**
The impact was cataclysmic. The Fifteenth Master staggered back, blood trickling from his lips—wounded in the first exchange.
**“Again!”**
The Martial King’s power swelled further as he swung the furnace like a hammer.
The Fifteenth Master dodged.
From his feet, two opposing lights erupted—one pure and serene, rising from his left sole; the other dark and sinister, climbing from his right.
**Boom!**
The white and black beams intertwined, enveloping his entire body.
**“Great Demon God!”**
The crowd cried out.
Rumors had long swirled in the capital—the Fifteenth Master’s title wasn’t just for his deeds, but his cultivation. Now it was confirmed.
Divine and demonic power fused within him, his aura terrifyingly amplified as he met the Martial King head-on.
**Thud!**
His palm struck the furnace, denting it—what monstrous strength could damage an ancient artifact?!
The two clashed in a brutal melee, their spirit manifestations also locked in combat.
Like two savage dragons, they fought from sky to earth, from the capital to the mountains, then back into the clouds.
Blood spilled from both their lips.
Finally, the Great Demon God’s palm sent the furnace flying, the shockwave hurling the Martial King back, coughing blood.
**“Martial King, do you yield?”** the Great Demon God demanded.
**“Never!”**
The Martial King’s eyes blazed with defiance.
The Great Demon God drew his bow once more, his expression graver than ever.
A black-and-white arrow flew with a mournful wail.
The Martial King fought back, runes weaving as he dodged—but it was futile.
**Thud!**
Blood sprayed as the arrow pierced his ribs, shattering bones. Only his dense runes saved him from exploding outright.
**Crash!**
The Martial King plummeted, crashing into his estate.
The battle was over.
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