The Lunar Grace Goddess had initially worn a faint smile on her lips, her delicate face radiant with a crystalline glow, believing the battle to be over. Yet, unforeseen events unfolded, freezing her smile in place. It was all too sudden—the vast mountains and lakes had turned into scorched earth, blackened and lifeless. Who could have imagined that Shi Hao would reappear, seizing her slender, supple waist in an instant.
“Whoosh!” She reacted swiftly, her eyes blazing with brilliance as a river of stars descended, silver radiance dazzling and boundless, all crashing onto that massive hand. What kind of treasure spell was this? Shi Hao didn’t know, but he felt an excruciating pain in his palm. Had his flesh not been extraordinarily resilient, his hand would have been shattered.
In the blink of an eye, Shi Hao’s palm glowed, golden hues interwoven with dark patterns, as he channeled the Kun Peng technique. His grip tightened around that slender waist, feeling its softness. But then, an immense force surged from her—her smooth, crystalline abdomen coiled like a dragon’s body, writhing violently, nearly breaking free.
All of this happened in a flash, the two locked in fierce combat. Shi Hao’s grip remained unyielding, dragging the Lunar Grace Goddess toward the golden passage, intent on subduing her. She was at a disadvantage, teetering on the brink of defeat.
Shi Hao intensified his palm force, sensing that even with her in his grasp, she was far from subdued. She was a formidable opponent, her seemingly delicate frame hiding immense strength. In that moment, he even felt that her physical prowess surpassed that of the Western Sect’s Six-Zhang Golden Body—especially after she activated the True Dragon Treasure Spell. Now, her entire body shimmered like a dragoness, twisting to escape his grasp.
“Boom!” Without mercy, Shi Hao unleashed a torrent of radiant light from his fingers, wielding his utmost power to shatter her abdomen. If he failed, she would likely slip away, bringing unforeseen variables.
A sigh escaped the Lunar Grace Goddess. Her beautiful face glowed, growing indistinct—no fear, no scream, only serenity.
“Hmm?” Shi Hao’s brow twitched. He had clearly seized her, felt the suppleness of her skin—how could this be happening?
*Mending Heaven Technique!*
Soon, he understood. She had invoked this divine art, granting everything a chance to “repent.” Time and space distorted, swirling with iridescent light. It was as though time reversed, the void twisted, and the Lunar Grace Goddess twisted free like a water serpent, her ethereal form slipping from his grasp.
Shi Hao felt an eerie emptiness. *Why?* The Mending Heaven Technique was too bizarre—he had fallen for it, failing to capture her. He couldn’t help but marvel at its power, unmatched even by Shi Yi’s earlier attempts.
She had turned the tables at the last moment, slipping away like a slippery fish.
Retreating to safety, the Lunar Grace Goddess exhaled softly. That had been too close—had it not been for the Mending Heaven Technique, her abdomen would have been pierced.
The bronze block on the ground dimmed, the golden passage vanishing as Shi Hao leaped out. This was the World Treasure Box, a relic from ancient times, sturdy beyond compare. Without it, he would have been obliterated by the divine lightning of the God-Slaying Formation.
Gazing at the woman in white, he saw her serene beauty masking lethal cunning. She had nearly trapped him in that deadly formation.
“You’re quite the schemer,” Shi Hao remarked. “Even with absolute dominance before entering the capital, you still laid this trap as a failsafe.”
“Missed opportunity,” the Lunar Grace Goddess sighed, her flawless skin gleaming, her exposed abdomen unheeded. She regarded him with regret.
Shi Hao gritted his teeth. She lamented failing to kill him, while he seethed at narrowly missing his chance to capture this revered goddess. Now, with her escape, the odds were uncertain.
“Though it won’t be easy, I swear I’ll take you down today!” Shi Hao declared.
A faint smile curled her lips—mocking, confident, a departure from her usual saintly demeanor. Clearly, despite her composure, she was unsettled by the earlier violation of her dignity.
“Little Stone, if you fail today, you’ll pay dearly later,” she taunted.
“You’ve lost your calm, speaking like this. Defeat is near,” Shi Hao countered.
“Try me,” she retorted, her hair cascading like a waterfall as she soared, unleashing a storm of sword energy.
Shi Hao tensed. Her aura had intensified—far stronger than in the palace. Was her careless speech a ruse to lure him in?
With a burst of power, he met her onslaught, blades clashing in a battle that darkened the skies. A hundred exchanges passed in a blur.
Then, her aura shifted. A mighty True Dragon materialized behind her, elevating her like an empress. But it didn’t end there—a radiant Divine Phoenix emerged, flames surging.
Shi Hao was stunned. Both spells were incomplete, yet combined, their power was terrifying. Legends spoke of the unparalleled might when dragon and phoenix united.
Without hesitation, he summoned a Kun Peng, its presence overwhelming. Simultaneously, blades of grass materialized in the void, their sword qi piercing souls.
“Die!” The battle reached its zenith, a life-or-death struggle where the Lunar Grace Goddess held nothing back.
For over an hour, they fought, exhausting their reserves.
“Your imperial dragon qi is useless. Time for your capture,” she jeered.
Shi Hao retaliated with a blade of grass, its edge grazing her forehead, drawing blood.
As fatigue set in, Shi Hao seized the moment, lunging for the kill.
“Summon the celestial stars!” she whispered, smiling.
The sky darkened as meteors rained down, hurtling toward him.
“Damn it!” Shi Hao cursed, realizing the remnants of the God-Slaying Formation had morphed, summoning mountains from the void.
With a roar, his chest blazed—his reborn Supreme Bone unleashing its full might. The meteors shattered like fireworks.
The Lunar Grace Goddess paled. A Supreme Bone reborn was a terror beyond imagination. She unleashed ten treasure spells in desperation, but it was futile.
In the end, Shi Hao captured her, sealing her within the World Treasure Box.
Coughing blood, he marveled at the bone’s power—and its toll. Victory had come at a price.
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