The arena built from celestial meteorites was shrouded in bands of gray mist, its atmosphere tense and eerie, as if a greater conflict could erupt at any moment. Shi Hao, severely wounded, staggered forward, gripping three bronze pieces in his hand. Sensing the murderous intent around him, he silently adjusted his condition to brace for any sudden changes.
“The battle of the Twin Stones was truly spectacular, a sight unseen for centuries. It warms our old hearts—who knows when we’ll witness such a duel again?” someone broke the silence, voicing such words.
The names of these two youths were destined to be etched into history. Even if the “Great Stone” fell in battle, his brilliance would not be overshadowed—he was truly a marvel of this era. As for the “Little Stone,” he was already a living myth, unrivaled among his peers in the Desolate Wasteland, unmatched under the heavens!
“Yet, heaven envies genius. Though the Little Stone reigns supreme in the Desolate Wasteland, who knows if he’ll live to adulthood?” A discordant voice arose, casting a chill over the scene.
“Since ancient times, few prodigies who ascend to the Sky Battlefield for decisive duels meet peaceful ends,” another added, intensifying the killing aura in the air.
Shi Hao stood silently, seizing every moment to heal. Divine radiance within him transformed into furnaces—countless golden furnaces flowing like a river, slowly circulating. At this moment, his entire body shone like an immortal divine furnace, blazing with golden light as his divine power surged to its limits, unlocking his full potential.
No matter when or where, facing countless foes, his greatest reliance was himself—he could not place hope in others.
**”Boom!”**
Suddenly, divine flames erupted, illuminating the nine heavens, stretching across the firmament, setting the sky ablaze with dazzling brilliance, dimming even the sun, moon, and stars.
What was this? Everyone froze. Such terrifying flames—so powerful they made one tremble involuntarily, every hair standing on end.
“Is this the sealed divine-level arena? Not the highest tier, but sturdy enough for battle,” a calm voice remarked.
To everyone’s shock, a figure had appeared on the Sky Battlefield, the source of the endless divine flames. The flames condensed around him, enveloping him in their center.
What kind of person was this? His mere presence exuded overwhelming dominance, making hearts race as if facing an ancient, primordial beast.
In the next instant, he struck—a massive hand reaching toward Shi Hao like a crimson-gold millstone, capable of grinding all enemies to dust. The sheer force of his aura was tyrannical, so overwhelming that many felt their bodies might shatter.
Shi Hao’s brows furrowed sharply. He, too, extended a hand, his fingers morphing into a blazing copper furnace, rapidly expanding, its radiant runes ready to smelt all adversaries.
Gasps filled the air. Even after such a fierce battle, he remained unyielding, refusing to retreat, unleashing boundless divine might.
**”Boom!”**
A surge of power like a raging sea erupted, shaking the entire Sky Battlefield as if struck by an earthquake. Every foundation stone and railing trembled in resonance.
Yet, their palms never clashed. At the critical moment, the mysterious man withdrew, stepping aside, his eyes blazing with divine light.
This was not fear—it was delight upon finding prey. He had no interest in fighting a wounded opponent. With arrogance and dominance, he nodded approvingly. “Not bad.”
What did this mean? The crowd was puzzled.
“Come with me,” he uttered four simple words, carrying both admiration and the predatory joy of a hunter.
Shock rippled through the onlookers, especially among the Venerables. The “Little Stone” possessed eight bronze pieces—a veritable divine treasure trove. How could they allow this stranger to seize him first?
“Why should I go with you?” Shi Hao asked calmly.
“Follow me, and I’ll grant you a vaster sky,” the man replied, unleashing a surge of supreme power that ravaged the surroundings.
Though human in form, his natural aura and overwhelming might made him seem like a demonic deity, oppressive and terrifying.
For him to appear right after the Twin Stones’ battle and speak such words—he was no ordinary figure!
Shi Hao’s expression turned icy, readying himself for battle.
“I have two passions in life,” the man within the divine flames mused, his voice carrying across the battlefield. “One is collecting peerless beauties of the world, the other is gathering renowned divine techniques.”
Shi Hao’s heart tightened. The man’s gaze burned with greed, as if he were staring at a priceless treasure. It wasn’t just the bronze scriptures he coveted—he likely sensed the Kun Peng Art within Shi Hao.
The man exuded arrogance—or perhaps confidence—as he stared at Shi Hao. “I suppose I have a third passion: collecting renowned warriors.”
Who was this man? Every powerhouse present was stunned. To speak so boldly—he was either insane or unimaginably powerful!
“I share similar tastes,” Shi Hao replied coolly, his own killing intent rising. “Why not offer me your beauties and pledge yourself to me?”
The man within the flames remained calm, though his figure was indistinct. “So we are kindred spirits?”
Tension thickened. A fierce battle seemed imminent—this mysterious figure was not only enigmatic but terrifyingly strong, capable of stirring chaos.
The Domain Enforcer would not intervene—the Twin Stones’ battle had concluded, and this was no disruption. The man had ascended the Sky Battlefield with dominance, his wild aura laced with destruction.
His eyes were peculiar, flickering with crimson flames that seemed capable of incinerating the heavens. Stars swirled within his gaze, only to crumble and fall.
Suddenly, he moved. Two strands of crimson symbols shot from his eyes, clanging like chains of order, shaking the battlefield.
“Ah, as I said, my first passion is collecting peerless beauties. A new target has appeared, forcing me to set aside my second passion for now.”
The crowd was dumbfounded. How brazen!
Shi Hao remained indifferent, a faint smirk on his lips.
The man within the flames turned, gazing into the void. “Yue Chan, since you’ve arrived, why not show yourself? I crossed domains for you—won’t you grace me with your presence?”
Silk robes fluttered as Yue Chan, the Fairy of the Moon, descended. Clad in snow-white garments, her beauty was beyond compare, so radiant it made others feel unworthy.
Many young men gazed up in awe and longing, though they knew such a woman was beyond their reach—aloof, saintly, and peerlessly talented, the supreme fairy of the Heaven Mending Sect.
“Fairy Yue Chan has arrived!” voices cried out.
Though she had only recently appeared in the Desolate Wasteland, her fame had already spread far and wide, drawing admirers wherever she went.
She landed gracefully, her black hair cascading, her eyes vivid and enchanting. Standing opposite the man within the flames, she radiated an ethereal aura.
“Yue Chan, months apart have only deepened my longing. I crossed domains just for you,” the man said, his tone softening, a stark contrast to his earlier dominance.
This was indeed a man who prized divine techniques but cherished beauties even more—a “monarch” of peculiar tastes.
“You go too far! How dare you speak so to the Fairy?” Several young men shouted in outrage.
“Silence.” The man’s voice was calm, but his gaze swept out, crimson light erupting with the resonance of the Great Dao.
“Dodge!” Elders warned, but it was too late.
The crimson radiance touched the youths’ artifacts, reducing them to ashes. The light then engulfed the young men, erasing them without even a scream.
Gasps of horror filled the air. Such terrifying power—utterly domineering!
This mysterious figure was beyond comprehension. Those youths had been elites among their peers, yet they perished in an instant.
“Your demonic nature remains unchecked. Do you not find this excessive?” Yue Chan rebuked, stepping forward.
The man within the flames chuckled warmly. “Yue Chan, what is divinity or demonic nature? True nature is the root of strength.”
“The Dao follows nature, as all know. Yet you are too extreme—do you seek to become a Demon Monarch?” Yue Chan’s flawless face was cold.
“Yue Chan, why not stay by my side? Recite scriptures for me and purge this so-called demonic nature,” the man murmured.
The crowd was stunned. Who was he to speak so casually to the Heaven Mending Sect’s supreme fairy?
“If you join my sect, someone will guide you to enlightenment,” Yue Chan replied evenly, clearly familiar with his dangerous nature.
“I dislike constraints. If you wish to enlighten me, it must be you—no one else will suffice.” His voice grew firmer. “Since our paths diverge, don’t blame me for acting.”
**”Boom!”**
Without warning, battle erupted anew. The Sky Battlefield trembled violently.
The man within the flames moved like a sovereign, disdainful of all. With a wave of his hand, six divine techniques erupted, spinning like the cycles of reincarnation, shaking the world.
His opening move was earth-shattering, a tempest of power that sent many flying, unable to withstand the pressure.
Yue Chan’s white robes fluttered, her slender figure outlined against the divine winds. With a soft cry, she summoned a radiant sword—its light illuminating heaven and earth, its runes dense as morning clouds.
Shi Hao recognized this sword—the very one she had used to escape the Demoness’s Divine-Demonic Battlefield.
For her to wield it so soon spoke volumes of her caution.
**”Swoosh!”**
Their clash was like a dance of demon and fairy, a spectacle beyond mortal comprehension.
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