The heavens and earth trembled as bone scripts shimmered.
Blood splattered, radiantly crimson, accompanied by scarlet mists, dazzlingly brilliant.
“Divine blood, manifesting anomalies!” Even some of the older experts wore solemn expressions, their pupils gleaming with sharp lights.
The spilled blood emitted blazing red mists, nearly igniting, radiating terrifying fluctuations—each drop more resplendent and dazzling than a ruby.
“Boom!”
Palms and fingers clashed again, like muffled thunder.
The two young elites passed each other, their runes intertwining, divine light soaring into the sky. They retreated, fists withdrawn, standing atop separate mountain peaks.
“The Supreme Dao Field has produced a remarkable figure, actually enduring a strike from You Yu without dying, merely bleeding from his fingers,” someone murmured in awe.
The crowd saw the delicate-looking youth with one hand stained red, droplets of blood dripping. He lowered his head, staring at his palm.
“To achieve this is already impressive. Blocking You Yu’s attack—such a figure is extraordinary. How many across the realms could accomplish this?”
A descendant of the imperial clan, fused with the Heaven’s Mandate Stone, his combat prowess unfathomable. Yet now, a disciple from a declining sect had withstood him and remained alive.
On another peak, You Yu stood tall, his dense purple hair fluttering in the wind. His eyes blazed like divine lanterns, radiating terrifying light, dazzling and intimidating, exuding an invincible aura.
“You Yu is peerless—who dares challenge him?!” The young members of the Celestial Clan were exhilarated. You Yu’s strike had wounded the youth from the broken sect, filling them with excitement.
Recently, the Celestial Clan had suffered too many setbacks—their immortal treasures stolen, the Desolate One wreaking havoc, and now Yu Lun slain by a disciple of this minor sect. It was disastrous.
Now, You Yu had taken the field, sweeping through all opposition with an unrivaled demeanor, igniting the passion of the Celestial Clan’s younger generation.
“You Yu is indeed transcendent, far surpassing our expectations. How could a mere disciple from a declining sect compare to our young supreme?”
A Divine Flame Realm elder spoke, his eyes filled with approval. He was pleased—the Celestial Clan had successors, destined to reclaim their glory.
“This is only natural. Our descendant carries the ancient imperial bloodline, marked with invincibility. If he couldn’t suppress a disciple from a minor sect, how could he dominate the three thousand provinces of the Upper Realm?” Another Divine Flame elder declared proudly.
The young Celestials grew even more fervent, swelling with pride for their clan. It was clear—You Yu would lead them to resurgence, his name etched in history.
True Gods of the Celestial Clan had arrived, but their expressions were grave, devoid of the joy their disciples displayed. Instead, their eyes gleamed coldly, itching to intervene.
“You Yu is so strong—defeating the Supreme Dao Field’s heir should be effortless, taking little time.”
“A single punch from You Yu already wounded that youth.”
Amid the discussions of various clans, figures like the Golden Wolf, the Rift Sky Demon Butterfly, the Blood Sea’s Master, Feng Wu, and Jiao Tu all revealed strange expressions, their eyes gleaming as they watched the battlefield.
“Silence! What do you know? It’s not like that at all—the blood is You Yu’s!” The Golden Wolf roared, transforming into a golden-haired youth, his hair blazing like the sun, his pupils sharp as blades.
The crowd shuddered, intimidated by his terrifying aura, then gasped in shock. What did he mean? The blood wasn’t from the Supreme Dao Field’s disciple?
Everyone froze, expressions stiffening.
Many had been marveling at You Yu’s strength, believing he had wounded his opponent with a single punch. But now, this abrupt revelation left them stunned.
“You Yu’s blood?” Many swallowed hard, finding it unbelievable, their faces filled with shock as they turned to the battlefield.
You Yu stood tall on the peak like a demon god, his oppressive spiritual pressure suffocating. His robes billowed, concealing his hands.
Meanwhile, the Supreme Dao Field’s youth, though his hand was stained red with dripping blood, seemed… unharmed.
The crowd erupted. In the first exchange, You Yu had suffered a minor setback—not the disciple from the broken sect? It was hard to believe.
“This can’t be true!” The young Celestials paled, clenching their fists as they stared ahead.
The result contradicted their earlier cheers. It wasn’t what they had thought, leaving them shocked and fearful—what if You Yu lost?
Even the Divine Flame elders were stunned. They hadn’t noticed earlier, too confident in You Yu’s strength, never expecting the youth’s physique to be so terrifyingly formidable.
Distant spectators buzzed with noise.
“Hmm?”
The Celestial Clan’s True Gods’ eyes flickered, some exhaling in relief.
Meanwhile, outstanding figures from other sects widened their eyes in astonishment.
The Golden Wolf, the Sword Palace’s Holy Maiden, Feng Wu, Mu Zixiao, and the Rift Sky Demon Butterfly all wore grave expressions, watching the battlefield intently.
Shi Hao’s right hand glowed crimson, flames erupting, spreading up his arm as bone runes coiled around it, rumbling ominously.
“Blood-Mud Hand!”
Mu Zixiao, the prodigy of the Divine Cliff Academy, spoke solemnly, his voice carrying a sinister weight.
At those words, everyone’s expressions changed.
Even the elders shuddered, their brows furrowing as they scrutinized Shi Hao’s arm, then gasped in horror.
Cultivators from various sects felt chills, goosebumps rising.
The Blood-Mud Hand was a terrifying fist technique. Once mastered, a strike could drain an opponent’s flesh and essence, reducing them to bloody mud.
This sinister art was considered forbidden, having slain many Heavenly Gods and even sect masters in the past—a “demon hand” that slaughtered great figures.
Extremely difficult to master, it wasn’t a secret technique of any sect. With enough effort and sacrifice, one could obtain its complete scripture. But few succeeded, as failure risked exhausting one’s own blood essence.
No one expected You Yu to wield this technique, using his own blood to unleash the Blood-Mud Hand!
Clearly, the Supreme Dao Field’s heir was in grave danger.
Shi Hao’s entire arm burned as if melting—an unpleasant sensation. The Blood-Mud Hand was one of the Upper Realm’s most vicious fist techniques.
“Break!”
He roared, his breath like thunder, lightning crackling in the void. His arm erupted with auspicious light as he summoned his mighty treasure technique to purge the bloody runes.
But this technique was insidious, clinging like a parasite, nearly fused with his flesh.
This was the horror of the Blood-Mud Hand—turning flesh to mud, a process nearly unstoppable!
“Bang!”
Shi Hao shifted from defense to offense. His arm’s flesh pulsed, blood surging, transforming into a divine sword that unleashed blazing sword energy.
Ssshh!
His pores glowed, expelling a mist of blood. The bone runes dimmed, his burning arm returning to normal, its fluctuations gone.
“The Supreme Dao Field’s senior disciple is incredible—he actually countered the Blood-Mud Hand!”
Not just the youths, even elders widened their eyes in shock.
In the past, why had so many Heavenly Gods and sect masters fallen to this technique? Because once struck, it was nearly impossible to dispel.
“Boom!”
The battlefield erupted with blinding light as the two young powerhouses clashed again, colliding like two towering mountains, the impact earth-shaking.
They moved like phantoms, surrounded by divine radiance, exchanging hundreds of blows in moments.
This was astonishing. Many had expected the battle to end in dozens of moves, but the Supreme Dao Field’s senior disciple proved far stronger than imagined, matching You Yu blow for blow.
This overturned many pre-battle predictions. A clash of titans, shifting the winds of fate—this would be an unpredictable duel.
You Yu was aggressive from the start, unleashing relentless killing techniques—now leaping like a Vermilion Bird, now diving like a Roc.
“Bang!”
He formed seals with both hands, shaking the void. One hand like a tiger, the other like a dragon, accompanied by deafening roars, the two beasts manifested and pounced.
“Shhh!”
Shi Hao’s fists blazed with radiant light, distorting the sky, his divine might shocking the world as he met the dragon and tiger head-on.
The collision erupted in blinding light, like lightning, their divine power clashing, beams soaring.
Anyone caught in the aftermath would instantly explode into bloody mist.
Shi Hao blocked the attack, then his body erupted with multicolored light. His leg lashed out like a dragon’s tail, striking with immense force.
This was the Golden Serpent Leg, a treasure technique from the Yuan Heaven Secret Realm. Despite its plain name, its power was terrifying—like a whip formed from a dragon-serpent, shaking the void.
You Yu was formidable. With a wave, he summoned a mountain peak and hurled it at Shi Hao.
Crack!
Shi Hao’s Golden Serpent Leg left a golden afterimage as it struck the mountain, shattering it into rubble and dust. The leg’s momentum unbroken, it locked onto You Yu, resonating with draconic force.
“Bam!”
You Yu crossed his arms to block, his blood churning, purple hair whipping wildly. His eyes blazed as two radiant spears shot from his pupils.
“Clang!”
Shi Hao spat lightning, shattering the spears into dissipating runes.
Simultaneously, Shi Hao’s right palm descended, encased in a sphere of light that expanded into a thunderbolt the size of a mountain, crashing toward You Yu.
This was the application of the Thunder Emperor’s Treasure Technique—Lightning Palm, erupting instantaneously.
“Roar—!”
You Yu bellowed, unleashing heavenly sound waves. The runes from his mouth rippled outward, transforming into tidal surges of symbols.
Similar to the Lion’s Roar divine ability, this was “Celestial Howl,” devastatingly violent, shaking the void and reducing several mountains below to rubble.
Shi Hao waved a hand, summoning a barrier of bone runes to block the sound waves. Meanwhile, a golden spear materialized in his grip—forged from lightning—and thrust straight at You Yu’s brow.
“Boom!”
The heavens and earth quaked as You Yu clasped his hands together, catching the spear’s tip. Infinite light erupted, his demeanor solemn and majestic.
Many trembled—this was the Heavenly Seal, a forbidden art of the Celestial Clan, said to sever all tangible substances in the world!
True enough, the spear’s tip exploded into a storm of lightning, flooding the area with arcs of golden energy, terrifying as a raging sea.
But sharp-eyed observers noticed a drop of blood fall from You Yu’s fingers—a wound.
“So it’s true. In their first clash, You Yu injured his hand, shedding blood, hence his immediate use of the Blood-Mud Hand.”
The crowd was awed, realizing Shi Hao’s physique was monstrous to wound You Yu in the first exchange—unthinkable!
How had a declining sect silently nurtured such a young supreme? Previously unknown, it was baffling!
Many stared at Shi Hao, some with strange expressions.
The Heavenly Seal clashed again. You Yu, cold and ruthless, brought his hands together like two colliding heavens, dispersing Shi Hao’s runes and shaking the firmament.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao’s body blazed, dense with bone runes. The Heaven-Calamity Light emerged, apocalyptic in its intensity, flooding the battlefield—a treasure technique born from his former supreme bone.
The battlefield erupted in chaos!
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