The confrontation erupted suddenly, the battle fierce and intense. Divine flames surged and danced, distorting the void as the mysterious man unleashed six dazzling treasure spells. Legend had it that mastering six of the ten ancient supreme beast techniques and executing them simultaneously would evoke the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation—a spectacle beyond description. No matter how mighty the opponent, they would be reduced to ashes, unable to withstand a single strike from the Six Paths. Alas, it remained but a legend, never witnessed, for even mastering four or five of those techniques was akin to myth. Throughout history, though tales abounded, none had been proven true.
The man within the divine flames was formidable, yet it was impossible for him to possess six of the supreme beast techniques. Instead, he wielded a terrifying divine ability that simulated their power, manifesting six rotating microcosms—a sight both awe-inspiring and dreadful. Even this mere imitation was enough to send shivers down one’s spine. This “method” was not something just anyone with treasure spells could execute. Merging six techniques risked catastrophic backlash, capable of annihilating even the caster. Not even a supreme expert would dare attempt it recklessly. Yet, he wielded it with terrifying mastery, forcing the Lunar Grace Goddess to draw upon her divine sword and unleash the most intricate secret art of the Heaven-Mending Sect.
Ancient glyphs filled the space between them, shimmering like stars and resonating with metallic clarity. Their battle had long since transcended the sky arena, soaring into the heavens, for this ashen colosseum was not meant for them. The spectators were stunned—barely had the duel of the Twin Stones concluded when these two clashed, defying all expectations. The sheer intensity of their combat, the boundless sea of runes, rivaled the previous battle in ferocity and terror.
“If this is just the beginning, what horrors await if they fight to the death?” someone gasped.
“Not inferior to the Twin Stones’ battle!” declared a supreme expert, drawing all eyes to the spectacle. The mysterious man’s audacity was staggering—he sought to claim the Heaven-Mending Sect’s goddess as his own! Such an act, if spread, would shake the world. Who was this brazen figure?
As the powers of the Wasteland searched for answers among foreign cultivators, they found only whispers—this man was like a reborn deity, his origins shrouded in mystery. Some claimed he was a reincarnated being, wielding supreme enlightenment that allowed him to scorn mortal bounds. Others spoke of his infamous exploits, including the abduction of a peerless saintess from a renowned sect. Despite relentless pursuit, he thrived in blood and fire, roaming the world unchallenged.
Amid the chaos, Shi Hao remained composed, meditating on the battlefield to heal his wounds. Yet peace was fleeting—the battle soon encroached upon him once more.
“This is not your arena!” the Realm Enforcer declared. “If you wish to fight, choose another day!”
To everyone’s shock, the combatants ignored him. Chains of order intertwined with sword energy, and a pillar of divine fire even lashed toward the Enforcer himself.
“Is he insane?!” the crowd gasped.
The Enforcer’s expression darkened, but he merely withdrew the sky arena without retaliation.
“Strange… why doesn’t the Enforcer punish him?”
“The Enforcer is but a wisp of the Void God Realm’s will—a lawkeeper bound by rules. He cannot act without cause.”
Meanwhile, at the horizon, pure-blooded beings tensed. They knew their master’s nature—this was no mere skirmish. A storm was coming.
“We must withdraw. He intends to overturn the heavens this time,” one murmured.
Shi Hao, still recovering, sensed the danger. Many eyes lingered on him—supreme experts coveting his treasures. The bronze scripture and rumored Kun Peng technique were enough to drive men to madness.
A burst of flame descended, incinerating a group of cultivators. The mysterious man was deliberately sowing chaos. Even a supreme expert was provoked when his descendants perished in the blaze, igniting further conflict.
Soon, multiple experts joined the fray, their attacks indiscriminate. Shi Hao found himself targeted—someone sought to exploit the turmoil.
“Now is the time!” the Golden Spider transmitted secretly, rallying others. “Kill him while he’s weak!”
Though wary of Shi Hao’s lethal potential, greed overpowered caution. The bronze scripture and Kun Peng art were worth any risk.
Amid the storm of attacks, Shi Hao summoned a tortoise-shell shield, the Xuanwu technique deflecting incoming spells. Yet the ambush was relentless.
“Since I cannot identify all my enemies, I’ll start from the source,” Shi Hao growled, locking onto the Golden Spider.
The spider, realizing his exposure, fled without hesitation—a supreme expert, retreating from a youth! The crowd erupted.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” Shi Hao roared, transforming into a blazing Vermilion Bird, streaking across the sky.
The Golden Spider’s retreat marked a pivotal moment—Shi Hao’s dominance was undeniable. Even supreme experts feared him.
As the battle raged, the world trembled. A storm of blood and fire had only just begun.
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