The golden bell radiated dazzling brilliance, its surface densely engraved with mystical symbols. The resonant tolling of the bell transformed into chanting scriptures, sending golden ripples outward. In the distance, many railings of the Sky Battlefield shattered under these sonic waves, yet Shi Hao stood unwavering before the bell.
*Dang!*
He struck the massive bell with punch after punch, each blow carrying immense force that shook the very earth, making the bell resonate violently.
“Look, something’s changing!” The crowd gasped, eyes widening as they stared at the battlefield.
The symbols on the bell multiplied, morphing into tangible scriptures that detached like a golden robe, descending upon Shi Hao with deafening chants.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao exerted his strength, forming hand seals to repel the scripture-robes. The sight was mystical—golden symbols peeling away, weaving into divine garments that sought to seal him within. His body erupted in flames, a mix of his own Dao fire and Vermilion Bird flames, fiercely burning against the scripture-robes that sought to engulf him.
“Adamala…”
An eerie chant arose as the bell released countless golden threads, ancient symbols flickering on its surface before launching toward Shi Hao.
“What’s happening? It truly sounds like divine chanting!” Huo Ling’er’s face darkened with worry.
In midair, the scriptures cascaded like endless ripples, detaching from the bell and forming golden symbols that enveloped Shi Hao, binding him. The chants grew deafening, louder than thunder, the radiance of the symbols drowning the heavens and earth, burying his entire body.
“He’s being refined into a weapon spirit, a soul for a divine armament!” a venerable expert sighed.
The crowd shuddered—how could someone as young as Shi Yi wield such profound methods? To refine Shi Hao into a weapon spirit was beyond what one his age should even fathom.
Shi Hao let out a cold snort, his aura shifting dramatically. The divine light within him condensed into miniature furnaces, crystalline and glowing, coursing through his flesh. His entire being transformed, as if he had become an eternal divine furnace.
At this moment, no matter how the divine weapon surged, it could not harm his core. Instead, his body absorbed external energy, converting the symbols into Dao flames to temper himself.
“Incredible! Is Little Stone defying the heavens? To forge a furnace from symbols—even among marquises, few could achieve this!”
The crowd marveled at the unfolding spectacle. The battle between the two prodigies was nothing short of astonishing.
*Dang!*
Finally, Shi Hao shot into the sky, his body morphing into a peerless immortal sword, its edge slicing through the clouds. With a metallic *clang*, he severed the scripture-formed divine robe.
*Dang!*
His sword struck the golden bell, sending violent tremors through the battlefield. Under the stunned gazes of the onlookers, Shi Hao’s flesh had become a blade, hacking relentlessly at the bell.
After dozens of strikes, both the bell and Shi Hao dimmed. The bell trembled violently as Shi Hao reverted to his true form, smashing his fists against it.
*Crack!*
Golden fissures spiderwebbed across the bell before it shattered into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.
“What?! The bell is broken! Yi’er’s divine weapon is destroyed!”
Many from the Demon Spirit Lake turned grim, their faces twisted in fury. The rest held their breaths—was this the end of the battle?
*Boom!*
Shi Hao’s final punch landed, and the bell exploded. Amid the debris, a figure was sent flying, coughing blood.
“Yi’er!” someone screamed.
“Shi Yi is heavily injured! He’s about to lose!”
The battlefield erupted into chaos.
But then—
A blinding golden light shot forth, striking Shi Hao with terrifying speed. Just as everyone believed Shi Yi was defeated, this sudden ambush took them all by surprise.
A Golden Crow, nurtured within the bell, had emerged. The shattered bell had been its cocoon, and now it struck with lethal precision.
Upon closer inspection, the “injured” figure that had flown away was merely an illusion—the blood nothing but a ruse.
“The Divine Weapon Spirit Technique!” someone exclaimed.
This was a method even marquises struggled to master, yet a mere youth had executed it flawlessly. Every attack, every feint, had been a setup for this final, fatal strike.
The bell had merely been a vessel, incubating the Golden Crow’s treasure technique until the last moment.
Shi Hao had exhausted most of his divine power to destroy the golden sun, only to face the bell. And now, after shattering the bell, the true threat emerged.
The ambush was too sudden. Just as he thought he had won, the real killing blow arrived.
Shi Hao’s heart pounded. Even his formidable reflexes were caught off guard. He barely dodged the Golden Crow’s lethal strike aimed at his skull, but its claws tore into his shoulder, spraying blood.
He retreated swiftly, but the Golden Crow pressed its advantage, its beak darting toward his eyes.
*Bang!*
Crossing his arms, Shi Hao blocked the golden beak, but his left arm was nearly shattered, flesh torn to the bone.
*Whoosh!*
The Golden Crow’s wings whipped up a tempest, striking relentlessly.
*Thud!*
Shi Hao’s chest was struck, blood gushing from his mouth as he was sent flying. Enraged, he spat out a stream of symbols in retaliation.
*Boom!*
The Golden Crow transformed, revealing Shi Yi’s true form. His foot slammed into Shi Hao’s chest, accelerating his flight until he crashed through the battlefield’s railings.
The crowd was stunned. The chain of lethal strikes had been nothing but a setup for this moment.
Shi Yi charged, aiming to deliver the final blow.
Shi Hao’s eyes turned icy. As Shi Yi neared, he silently prepared to unleash his Ten Heavenly Caverns, intending to freeze his opponent for a killing strike.
Yet Shi Yi suddenly halted mid-charge, retreating just in time.
“Little brother, I’ll give you another chance,” Shi Yi said, his pupils aching—a warning of impending danger.
Shi Hao dispersed his power without a word, rising from the wreckage, his face cold.
“Enough talk.”
He was furious. His chest burned with pain—this “brother” of his was truly formidable.
Shi Yi, too, was shaken. Even pure-blooded creatures would have perished under those strikes, yet his younger cousin still stood.
“The younger generation is fearsome indeed,” the Stone Emperor murmured from his chariot.
The other venerables exchanged glances. In their youth, none could have matched these two. Regardless of the outcome, the names of the Twin Stones would echo throughout the wastelands for generations.
In the next instant, the two clashed once more.
*Boom!*
The void trembled as stars materialized around Shi Hao, as if he stood amidst the cosmos.
“What’s happening?!”
The Sky Battlefield transformed into a sea of stars, Shi Hao striding forward like a divine king, pushing celestial bodies toward Shi Yi.
“Fascinating. A mere inherited treasure technique, refined to this level—even pure-blooded beings would be awed.”
A figure wreathed in divine flames observed from afar, his crimson eyes blazing.
Shi Hao had elevated the Suan Ni technique to its zenith, manifesting a universe of lightning. Each star was a sphere of crackling electricity, and he reigned as its sovereign.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao propelled the stars forward, detonating a sea of thunder. The spectacle was terrifying—an absolute killing move.
Even the Sky Battlefield’s guardian grimaced, knowing the arena would be ruined.
Shi Yi, despite his dual-pupiled foresight, was too late. Encircled by exploding stars, he had no escape.
“Twin Pupils—World Creation!”
He carved out a sanctuary, a one-zhang radius of absolute peace where lightning could not penetrate.
But Shi Hao’s assault was relentless. Stars detonated against the sanctuary, while a Vermilion Bird soared overhead, breaching its defenses.
A tiny crimson bird darted inside, morphing into a black fish that darted like lightning.
*Slap!*
The fish’s tail struck Shi Yi’s chest, sending him flying with a spray of blood and the sound of cracking bones.
“Kun Peng!” Shi Yi growled under his breath. “You’ve mastered the complete technique?!”
Outside his sanctuary, lightning invaded his body as stars exploded around him.
Shi Hao moved, his body gleaming gold with black speckles—a humanoid Kun Peng. He closed the distance in an instant.
“Here’s your technique!”
His fist, imbued with Kun Peng force, aimed for Shi Yi’s brow.
*Sizzle!*
Shi Yi’s right pupil darkened, unleashing a beam of black fire—ancient symbols of absolute destruction.
Shi Hao twisted aside, but the beam grazed his ribs, nearly cleaving him in two. His punch still landed, shattering Shi Yi’s arm.
With Kun Peng speed, Shi Hao pursued, driving a kick into Shi Yi’s chest.
*Crunch!*
Ribs fractured as Shi Yi crashed through the battlefield’s foundation, coughing blood.
The battle raged on—neither willing to yield.
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