Clad in gleaming silver armor, his divine aura suffusing the air, the young man stood tall and formidable, like a deity descended from the heavens, his gaze sweeping disdainfully over the mortal world.
Shi Hao’s face remained calm, but his heart surged with turbulent emotions. The boy’s features were not unfamiliar—they bore a striking resemblance to his parents in his memories, sharing the same subtle traits in the corners of his eyes and brows.
“Qin Hao…” Shi Hao murmured to himself. Why that surname? He fell silent for a moment before his eyes blazed anew, fixed upon the youth before him.
Like him, the boy bore the name “Hao,” yet their surnames differed. In that fleeting instant, countless thoughts raced through Shi Hao’s mind.
*Clang!*
Opposite him, the silver spear in the youth’s hand trembled, emitting a resonant hum like the roar of a dragon, shaking the void and striking awe into all who heard it.
Qin Hao pointed his spear at Shi Hao and declared, “Release the Qin Law.”
The silver spear’s edge gleamed with razor-sharp ferocity, a divine weapon forged by the gods, its radiance flickering with an indomitable killing intent that locked onto Shi Hao.
After a moment of silence, Shi Hao spoke softly, “You intend to fight me?”
Qin Hao did not answer, but his gaze was resolute, his heroic aura overwhelming. Clad in divine silver armor that shone like a celestial sun, he appeared even more transcendent.
“Before you strike, I must ask—have you seen a one-armed elder? His name is Shi Zhongtian, also known as the Great Demon God or the Fifteenth Grandfather. Have you spoken with him?” Shi Hao inquired.
“First, release the Qin Law. We can discuss the rest later,” the youth replied firmly, his eyes blazing with confidence.
Shi Hao sighed inwardly. This youth was likely the younger brother he had never met, and he had no desire for their first encounter to end in battle.
Turning to the two elders, Shi Hao demanded, “Are you pleased with yourselves? Tell me where my grandfather is and his current condition. Otherwise, today, even your Mount Bulao will tremble thrice—perhaps even collapse.”
The elders remained silent. Qin Hao stepped forward, challenging, “Dare you face me in battle?”
“Is it you I fight, or the divine armor you wear?” Shi Hao countered.
“I seek a battle of equals. Do you dare?” The youth’s eyes burned with fervor, his silver armor clanging as if eager for combat.
“Is this truly what you desire?” Shi Hao asked, studying him.
“You are strong—I can see that. I need such an opponent.” The silver-clad youth radiated an astonishing confidence, the kind that only arises when facing a worthy adversary.
Shi Hao’s expression remained serene as he retracted his Indestructible Golden Armor and stood plainly before him. “Then strike.”
“Good!” The youth roared like a divine phoenix, leaping forward as his silver armor dimmed, its divine power receding. He struck with a punch, relying solely on his physical might.
Shi Hao remained unshaken. He raised a single palm, intercepting the blow effortlessly. No matter how fiercely the godlike youth attacked, his fist could only collide with Shi Hao’s open hand.
*Boom!*
A muffled impact echoed as the void twisted. The silver-armored youth possessed astonishing strength, his physique capable of shaking the world, his body shimmering with the glow of an Indestructible Treasure Body.
Yet Shi Hao stood unmoved, his palm unwavering as he absorbed the strike with calm indifference.
The youth staggered back in shock, his fist trembling. The force of the counterblow sent him skidding across the shattered ground, his feet carving runes into the earth to disperse the recoil.
“Incredible!” Qin Hao gasped before bellowing, his body erupting in radiant silver light like a deity bathed in celestial flames. He charged again.
This time, he swung his fist with a deafening roar, pushing his physical might to the limit. The heavens and earth resonated with his power.
In that moment, he achieved unity with the cosmos, entering a mystical state as if wielding the very laws of heaven, his strength boundless.
For one so young, such terrifying physical prowess and limitless potential were nothing short of earth-shattering, a brilliance unmatched in this era.
*Boom!*
Yet Shi Hao merely raised his palm once more, blocking the strike as effortlessly as before.
Silver light erupted as Qin Hao’s fist collided with Shi Hao’s hand, his spirit burning like a divine furnace, unleashing immortal radiance. His eyes blazed with divine fire.
Yet, despite his overwhelming power, he could not break through. Shi Hao stood like an unshakable monolith.
With a grunt, Qin Hao stumbled back, his eyes wide with astonishment. He did not attack again.
“How… are you this strong?” he murmured. Though Shi Hao was only two years his senior, his composure was staggering.
Qin Hao had always been unrivaled, defeating opponents far older and more experienced with his peerless talent. But now, his aura of invincibility had met its match. The man before him was an insurmountable mountain.
“You are still young. At your age, your physique is unmatched—worthy of pride in this world,” Shi Hao said sincerely.
“How did you compare two years ago?” Qin Hao demanded, his silver armor gleaming as he scrutinized Shi Hao.
“Why must you measure yourself against me?”
“I must know!” Qin Hao’s silver radiance intensified as his armor reignited with divine power. He raised his spear, pointing it at Shi Hao’s brow. “Dare you fight again?”
Shi Hao frowned. “Have you not guessed my identity?”
The youth nodded. “I know. But now, I seek only a pure battle. I crave this duel—no other thoughts.”
Shi Hao studied him, sensing an unshakable belief in his own invincibility, a youthful pride and arrogance that thirsted for combat to temper itself.
“The one-armed man is your grandfather. Is there nothing more important than learning his fate?” Shi Hao pressed.
“I crave battle now!” Qin Hao declared, his spear aimed unwaveringly, divine silver light surging as his aura dominated heaven and earth.
Behind him, the two elders nodded in approval, admiring his unwavering confidence.
“He is your grandfather!” Shi Hao’s gaze deepened. Without another word, a massive black halberd materialized in his grip. With a mighty shake, it erupted in golden radiance, its dark blade and shaft transforming into resplendent gold.
Divine power surged like an ocean, sweeping outward in all directions. This was the Shi Clan’s Divine Halberd, a weapon of boundless terror, capable of shaking entire domains.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao drove the halberd into the ground, triggering a cataclysmic collapse. Even the protective formations shattered as boulders exploded skyward and the earth trembled.
This was the might of a god—an aura of immortality!
His target was not Qin Hao but the two elders, whom he sought to crush with overwhelming force.
In an instant, the area was reduced to ruin. Though clad in divine armor, Qin Hao was still young and was sent flying, the silver light flickering as it shielded him from the shockwave.
The two elders, however, retreated swiftly, dragging Qin Hao with them as they vanished into the horizon, their expressions grave.
“Do you know the consequences of wielding such power within the Qin Clan’s domain?” one elder hissed.
“Suppress him!” the other barked, activating the mountain’s grand formation. A pillar of light erupted, enveloping the area.
Shi Hao’s eyes narrowed as the Divine Halberd in his hand trembled violently, threatening to tear free and fly toward the Five Elements Peaks.
With a swift motion, he recalled the golden weapon.
Legends spoke of a peerless figure sealed beneath those peaks—perhaps not mere myth, for the mountains themselves seemed to be a formidable treasure.
High above, Qin Hao’s silver armor gleamed as he panted, awed by Shi Hao’s might. A single strike of the halberd had forced their retreat.
One elder smiled reassuringly. “You are already extraordinary. Age is your only limitation. In a battle of equals, none in this world could rival you.”
“Release the Qin Law.” A new voice cut through the tension—a tall, broad-shouldered man with snow-white hair and piercing eyes strode forward.
Though his appearance was that of a middle-aged man, the depth of his gaze betrayed centuries of experience.
The commotion had drawn the attention of many within Mount Bulao.
The white-haired man’s cold eyes bore down on Shi Hao. “I was the one who struck down Shi Zhongtian years ago—right here, where he coughed up blood.”
Shi Hao’s fury ignited like wildfire.
Shi Zhongtian—the Great Demon God, his grandfather, a man of indomitable might—had been humiliated here, forced to his knees. The thought set Shi Hao’s blood ablaze.
“You, with centuries of cultivation, boast of defeating my grandfather? Today, I, Shi Hao, will wash his shame with your blood!” he roared.
Never had he been so enraged. His hair whipped wildly, generating a force field that sent boulders hurtling skyward in a terrifying display.
Though furious, Shi Hao recognized the man’s extraordinary power—his blood energy was overwhelming, his body brimming with runes like a surging sea.
“Qin Zhan is a madman, consumed by his pursuit of power. Do not emulate him,” the elders warned Qin Hao from afar.
The white-haired man, Qin Zhan, loomed like a mountain, his gaze icy. “So-called geniuses exist only to be crushed. Show me your full strength—do not disappoint me.”
*Boom!*
Shi Hao needed no prompting. Merged with his Indestructible Golden Armor, he erupted with wrath and battle intent, his aura shaking the heavens.
His grandfather held a sacred place in his heart. To learn of his humiliation here, forced to spit blood in defeat, was like tearing at Shi Hao’s very soul.
A golden Kunpeng spread its wings, threatening to split the skies as Shi Hao transformed and soared, clashing with Qin Zhan in midair.
Blood sprayed instantly—Qin Zhan’s shoulder nearly shattered under Shi Hao’s strike, while Shi Hao himself coughed up a mouthful of blood from the counterblow.
The battle was ferocious. In mere moments, they exchanged hundreds of blows, their figures flashing like intertwined lightning bolts across the sky.
Shi Hao was stunned. This man was monstrously powerful, unrivaled among the Supreme Realm!
“Little Stone is formidable indeed, to fight Qin Zhan to this extent. That madman has swept through countless foes in his lifetime, suffering only a handful of defeats,” the elders remarked from afar.
Though enraged, Shi Hao’s combat instincts sharpened. This foe was the strongest he had ever faced—a true test, especially since he was not yet a full Supreme.
“Ahhh!” Shi Hao howled, his fury over his grandfather’s suffering driving him into a berserk state. His hair lashed wildly as his latent power surged, amplifying his strength.
*Boom!*
A golden Roc blazed across the heavens, its radiance filling the sky. Below, a black Kun fish swam through an endless dark sea.
The world split into two—gold and black, sun and moon, an awe-inspiring duality of destruction.
“Break!” Shi Hao roared, shaking the mountains. Mount Bulao itself trembled as he unleashed his full power without restraint.
The golden Roc and black Kun intertwined, forming a yin-yang symbol—a divine Tai Chi that crashed down upon Qin Zhan.
After countless exchanges, this single strike shattered Qin Zhan’s defenses.
*Boom!*
He was sent flying, his body a mangled wreck, drenched in blood.
Shi Hao spat blood but advanced like a demon god, seizing Qin Zhan and hurling him into the distance.
*Crash!*
Qin Zhan slammed into a cliff, his broken body leaving a bloody smear on the stone.
At the same moment, a deafening rumble echoed as the valley split open, its walls parting to reveal a vast immortal gorge.
Eyes blazing, Shi Hao strode forward, dragging Qin Zhan with him as he entered the newfound sanctuary.
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