Shi Hao stood atop the magical artifact, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. This wasn’t an act—he wasn’t trying to deceive anyone—his injuries were truly severe. His battle with Shi Yi had left him half-crippled, with both internal and external wounds. The power of the dual-pupiled one was terrifying; even Shi Hao’s formidable physique had been shattered. Beyond the grievous wounds inflicted by his foe, there was another peculiar injury—a deep gash across his chest, nearly splitting him open, with several ribs broken. His Supreme Bone had been stimulated into awakening, slaying enemies but also harming himself. The true bone hadn’t fully matured yet, remaining uncontrollable, leading to dire consequences.
Frowning, Shi Hao wanted to return to the real world, but he could only exit this spiritual realm from specific fixed locations. Breaking through the crowd now would be no easy task. He could sense numerous hostile gazes upon him, among them more than one Venerable. Leaving here would inevitably mean more bloodshed.
The only silver lining was the vast divine energy he had gained from slaying the Golden Spider, accelerating his recovery. Had it not been for Shi Yi’s overwhelming methods, his vitality should have been brimming by now. True recovery required more than just fleshly treasures—it needed time for his own essence to slowly nourish his body back to peak condition.
Above the sky, the battle still raged. The Lunar Grace Goddess and the man cloaked in divine flames had unleashed devastating destruction, repeatedly surpassing the limits of power allowed in this domain, disrupting its natural laws. The Domain Enforcer’s expression shifted—this was damaging the Void God Realm, risking chaos in its order.
That day, it was precisely because the battle between the two Shi’s had disrupted the domain’s rules that the Domain Enforcer had intervened, ordering them to duel in the Sky Battlefield a month later. Now, he considered stopping the current fight but hesitated, thinking the two might soon settle their contest. At the same time, he was awed—not only were the two Shi’s astonishing, but now there was another pair of young prodigies, as if the golden age of antiquity had returned.
Shi Hao stepped onto the Lion-Dragon Mirror, moving cautiously as he prepared to leave.
“Whoosh!”
A streak of green light shot from the crowd like a massive seal descending, wreathed in mist and pulsing with immense power. Shi Hao flicked a finger, and the green light exploded, revealing nine ancient characters that intertwined like lightning, forming a prison.
With so many people around, he couldn’t pinpoint the attacker, but it was undoubtedly a Venerable—such techniques weren’t for ordinary cultivators. Shi Hao opened his palm, where stars materialized like a miniature cosmos, connected by arcs of lightning. He flipped his hand, covering the nine-character prison with his palm-world.
A thunderous collision followed, lightning flashing as the void trembled. The star-like orbs of lightning shattered the prison and erased the nine characters, even extracting a trace of the attacker’s imprint.
“Still want to fight? Come at me openly—I’ll give you one arm,” Shi Hao said coldly, the green imprint flickering in his grasp.
The crowd gasped—this was no ordinary feat. The youth truly had an invincible aura here, capable of extracting an imprint from a spell to track its caster. It was a warning—any further attacks would need to be cautious.
But Shi Hao didn’t pursue the hidden foe. He wanted to leave quickly.
Yet the path ahead was fraught with danger. No sooner had he moved than another treasure appeared to suppress him—a beast hide inscribed with six golden ancient characters, gleaming like miniature suns and resonating like swords.
“Sage’s Sword Intent!” someone exclaimed.
This hide was a priceless relic, left behind by an ancient sage, containing profound sword intent. Normally, it was used for enlightenment, but it could also be wielded as a weapon—equivalent to a strike from an ancient sage.
Now, with Shi Hao grievously wounded, this was a lethal threat.
The six characters glowed, chanting like scriptures before unleashing a blinding sword light. The crowd shuddered—this was no ordinary sage.
Shi Hao countered with the Vermilion Bird’s Four Strikes, clashing with the sword light in a tremor that shook the void. It was a duel across time, both restricted to the same realm, yet the sage’s brilliance still shone.
“Definitely not some nobody!” someone murmured.
The impact reopened Shi Hao’s wounds, blood seeping from his lips.
“He’s injured, yet he can still fight like this?”
“Exactly—they’re exploiting his weakness to wear him down,” another whispered.
The beast hide flared again, this time releasing a storm of symbols, engulfing Shi Hao and dragging him toward it.
“Such terrifying sword intent—how was this even imprinted?”
The hide wasn’t just a weapon—it was a supreme treasure, its runes binding Shi Hao, attempting to imprison him within.
The hidden assailant had grand ambitions, willing to expend such a treasure to capture Shi Hao and seize the Kun Peng Art and the Bronze Book.
At the last moment, Shi Hao sensed something—the hide contained a miniature world.
“Six Paths?” he glimpsed before forcing himself free, coughing blood as he suppressed the sword intent and seized the hide.
Above, the mysterious man battling the Lunar Grace Goddess frowned. “That hide… it feels connected to me.”
A nearby rogue cultivator, the hide’s original owner, was equally baffled—why had it never displayed such power for him?
“Now’s the time—he’s coughing blood again!” someone urged.
Multiple beams shot toward Shi Hao, all from Venerables, none daring to approach directly. They sought to whittle him down safely.
Suddenly, Shi Hao’s mind blanked—his soul nearly split by a curse. His ten heavenly passages and physical passage erupted, forming a radiant shield that repelled the attacks.
Blood gushed from his mouth as his gaze turned icy. This was the same curse used against him during his duel with Shi Yi.
With a roar, golden runes and black spots covered his body as he transformed into a humanoid Kun Peng.
“Boom!”
He charged, the crowd scattering in panic. The Flower-Cherishing Matriach paled—she hadn’t acted, yet Shi Hao was coming straight for her.
“Audacity! What are you doing?” she shrieked, dodging.
But even the shockwave from his passing sent her flying, a golden palm manifesting from the gale to slap her face.
“Ah!”
Teeth flew as she crashed, humiliated and enraged.
This was the Kun Peng’s might—ever-changing, unstoppable.
The battle was far from over.
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