“Has the battle of the Young Supremes come to an end?!”
“What’s happening? Did Little Stone Shi Hao just suppress and kill Shi Yi? It’s too blurry—can’t see clearly! What exactly occurred there?!”
The black battlefield shattered violently, its overwhelming fluctuations annihilating everything. Waves of energy surged like a tempest, obliterating the arena’s foundation and railings. The Venerables widened their eyes, activating their supreme divine abilities to scrutinize the scene closely. This was utterly unexpected—Shi Yi, the Great Stone, had unleashed the legendary Supreme Bone, releasing the “Heavenly Tribulation Light,” said to slay all foes. Yet, the outcome was reversed.
“How could Yi’er lose? How could he die?!” Shi Yi’s uncles and elders in the Martial Prince’s Mansion trembled, their voices shaking, faces pale, as if they had lost everything. Though the battle’s details were unclear, the blurred figures and agonized roars made them realize something terrible had transpired.
“How could the Dual-Pupiled One be defeated? In ancient times, he was invincible across heaven and earth, forcing even gods and demons to retreat. He shouldn’t end like this!” The Golden Spider murmured, unwilling, a trace of ferocity flashing in its eyes.
Emperor Fire, Emperor Stone, and Emperor Wood activated their supreme divine abilities, their eyes emitting glyphs to pierce through illusions. What they saw made them gasp.
Finally, the dazzling radiance dimmed like receding tides, allowing others to see clearly.
“Ah! Shi Yi is finished! Little Stone is destined to triumph!” The crowd exclaimed in shock.
Little Stone stood tall, his long hair cascading, exuding an aura of supremacy. His body was covered in resplendent and mysterious symbols as he tore off one of Shi Yi’s legs, blood splattering everywhere.
Shi Yi staggered back. Earlier, his body had been immobilized, and he chose to sever his own leg to escape, suffering unimaginable damage. Disheveled, he now had only one arm and one leg remaining, his battle robes tattered, his face deathly pale.
This youth, once hailed as godlike, now appeared utterly defeated.
Such was the outcome. When he had relied on his Dual Pupils, the two were evenly matched, neither gaining an advantage. But after activating the Supreme Bone, disaster struck.
“No—it’s not yours! It was never yours!” Shi Hao declared from afar, his divine might awe-inspiring.
The contrast was stark: one Young Supreme brimming with vigor, the other faltering. The victor was clear.
Shi Yi’s eyes gleamed as he scrutinized Little Stone, his pupils flickering with symbols, attempting to see through him. From the start, he had sensed a mysterious aura around his opponent, one that nullified his ability to perceive origins.
Shi Yi had suspected Little Stone possessed a unique divine artifact shielding him. Thus, he too had readied his own divine treasure—the Void Battle Halberd—only to realize his grave mistake.
“A… reborn Supreme Bone?!” Shi Yi’s eyes flashed like divine lightning as he let out a roar of agony and indignation. He had misjudged.
The Great Stone now understood—his error was colossal! He had sought to use the true bone to annihilate Little Stone, severing the last connection between the Supreme Bone and Shi Hao in the cruelest way possible. Instead, he reaped bitter consequences.
Who could have imagined that Little Stone, with his heaven-defying talent, would cause the Supreme Bone to undergo nirvana? Stimulated, the reborn true bone was overwhelmingly powerful, completely suppressing the original!
Upon reflection, Shi Yi tasted bitterness. He had chosen the path to his own downfall. Had he relied solely on his Dual Pupils, the outcome might have been different.
“You stole my bone—and this is all you can do?!” Shi Hao’s icy words struck like a blade, piercing Shi Yi’s heart. The latter shuddered, coughing up blood.
Now, Shi Yi not only endured physical agony but also humiliation. As the Dual-Pupiled One, he was an undefeated legend from ancient times. How could he be inferior in this era?!
The Domain Enforcer’s expression darkened. Two arenas had been destroyed—unprecedented. With a thunderous rumble, an even more ancient and weathered battleground emerged, constructed from fragments of stars and engraved with divine and demonic glyphs, hailed as a masterpiece among divine-level arenas.
“No! The Dual-Pupiled One cannot lose. We must alter this outcome,” the Golden Spider whispered, exchanging glances with its kin.
By now, the spectators were in an uproar. Barring unforeseen circumstances, this battle was over. The Great Stone, missing an arm and a leg, stood at a severe disadvantage, unlikely to turn the tide.
The conclusion seemed inevitable.
“Shi Yi lost? Impossible! He is a disciple of our Heaven Mending Sect—he cannot fail! This cannot be the result!” Granny Xihua’s eyes gleamed with cold light.
Elsewhere, an elder appeared—tall, with flowing white hair, bronzed skin, and golden-lantern eyes. Though aged, his spirit was vigorous, his voice resonant like a bronze bell.
“We couldn’t locate his physical body’s hiding place,” the elder said.
“Granny, this has gone too far. Let it end here,” the ethereal Moon Fairy interjected, her flawless brow furrowing with displeasure.
“Young Lady, stay out of this,” Granny Xihua replied before departing to the distant sky, whispering with the elder.
Using a secret language, she said, “Elder Zhong, have you brought that forbidden artifact? Prepare to act. If Little Stone refuses to join our sect, he will become a great threat. Rather than let him grow, we must interfere now and ensure his defeat.”
“Hmm… This is the Sky Battlefield. Even with an ancient treasure from our sect, success isn’t guaranteed. There are risks,” Elder Zhong mused, golden ripples shimmering in his eyes, his voice grating like a file.
“Little Stone cannot win. Shi Yi has joined our sect—regardless of the future, he must not lose today!” Granny Xihua’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness, her tone unyielding.
At the horizon, divine flames surged. A man stood at their center, his pupils flickering with crimson fire, visions of burning stars swirling within. Gazing down at the battlefield, he murmured, “Both Young Supremes are formidable. Truly astonishing.”
“My Lord, shall we intervene?” asked one of the pure-blooded creatures behind him.
“These two cannot coexist peacefully. Moreover, unforeseen events may soon unfold. Let us wait!” the “Lord” replied.
The gray-brown arena loomed grandly in the void, shrouded in faint mist. The Great Stone and Little Stone stood apart, their auras terrifying.
In truth, the battle’s conclusion was foregone.
“End this!” Shi Hao roared.
Shi Yi remained silent. Could he still fight? His body was broken, his spirit depleted, his potential nearly exhausted.
“Unacceptable!” he muttered. The ultimate secret of the Dual Pupils—his greatest trump card—remained unused. But did he still have the strength?
Regret gnawed at him. Why had he relied on the Supreme Bone? It had led him to ruin. Had he not, the outcome might have differed.
Regardless, he would resist. If he could unleash the Dual Pupils’ supreme might, victory might still be possible. With a roar, Shi Yi erupted with light, fighting desperately.
His eyes became terrifying—visions of falling suns and crumbling stars flickered within, alongside scenes of creation itself.
Blood streamed from the Great Stone’s eyes as he strained to activate his pupils’ full power. But his exhaustion made it agonizingly difficult, deepening his remorse.
“I refuse! I, Shi Yi, have never been inferior to anyone!” he bellowed.
“Defeat is defeat. You stole my power—this is your retribution!” Shi Hao’s cold words struck like a hammer blow.
“Boom!”
Light erupted from Little Stone’s chest, flooding the world with symbols and chanting. A golden figure seemed to sit cross-legged within, murmuring incantations.
The heavens split, the earth shattered. Ghosts wailed, gods mourned. Mystical symbols flew from Shi Hao’s chest, their power so immense that even spectators trembled, their legs giving way.
Venerables shuddered, unable to comprehend this force. It wasn’t the Heavenly Tribulation Light—something far beyond their understanding.
“Die!” Shi Yi charged forth, mustering his last strength to counter his cousin’s assault. He would not accept defeat.
Yet, fate was sealed. Little Stone was unstoppable, divine energy cascading from him, crushing all resistance.
“Pfft!”
A single strike split Shi Yi’s body in half, his flesh unable to withstand the pressure.
“Ahhh—!”
Amid the blinding radiance, Shi Hao resembled a primordial Supreme reborn. His fist pierced through the Great Stone’s torso, leaving a bloody hole.
“Slay!”
From the Demon Spirit Lake, the Golden Spider whispered. A few golden spider threads—relics of their ancestral deity—streaked invisibly toward Shi Hao.
“Hum!”
The Sky Battlefield trembled as the threads, refined over eons, slipped past all defenses, nearing Shi Hao’s body.
Thin as silk, undetectable, these threads were ancient assassination tools—soft yet deadly, especially when wielded by a true deity’s remnants.
Shi Hao’s skin prickled with pain. With a roar, symbols surged from his chest, shielding him. He turned, his gaze icy as it locked onto the Demon Spirit Lake.
“Pfft!”
Simultaneously, he jerked violently, tearing off half of Shi Yi’s remaining body—his last arm falling away.
The crowd was stunned. Shi Hao, unstoppable as a demon god, slaughtered all foes before him.
At the Demon Spirit Lake, the Golden Spider and its kin stiffened under Shi Hao’s gaze, their scalps tingling with dread. Their interference had failed.
“Who dares disrupt the battlefield?” The Domain Enforcer’s face darkened as he strode toward the lake.
“Act now!” Granny Xihua urged.
Elder Zhong’s pupils shimmered with golden runes. Standing midair, he activated an ancient forbidden artifact. A wisp of invisible, lethal power seeped into the arena.
“A curse—formless, traceless, fatal. But will it work on a divine-level stage?” Elder Zhong frowned.
Suddenly, Shi Hao staggered, his eyes glazing over as if his soul had been severed.
“It worked!” Granny Xihua clenched her fist in triumph.
This was the advantage of a supreme sect—spanning realms, wielding esoteric treasures. Even the Sky Battlefield couldn’t thwart them.
“Impossible! Little Stone is faltering—will the tide turn?” The crowd gasped in disbelief.
At the same time, the shattered Shi Yi let out a low growl, his pupils glowing as he prepared a final, lethal strike. He rose.
“Boom!”
But Shi Hao moved. His eyes regained focus, blazing with fury as he glared at Granny Xihua’s direction.
His chest radiated light, shrouded in supreme power. The Supreme Bone’s might immobilized Shi Yi.
“End this,” Shi Hao whispered.
Shi Yi struggled, his eyes flaring as he fought to unleash his pupils’ ultimate secret. But his strength was spent.
“I refuse! I, Shi Yi, have never been inferior!” he howled. One mistake had doomed him.
“Thud!”
Shi Hao’s palm struck. The pressure made Shi Yi’s eyes bleed—one pupil even ruptured and fell out.
“Slay!”
Without hesitation, Shi Hao unleashed the Supreme Bone’s full power. In his left hand, Soul-Severing Needles; in his right, a Soul-Suppressing Pagoda. Combined with the Supreme Bone’s force, they crushed downward.
With a deafening crash, Shi Yi’s body exploded, annihilated on the spot.
The Young Supreme had fallen.
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