Shi Yi was sent flying, shattering large swathes of pale golden foundation stones. The Sky Battlefield lay in ruins, torn asunder by the colossal forces unleashed by the two combatants.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao pursued like a golden tempest, his foot descending with devastating force—a radiant, blinding strike that grazed Shi Yi’s body before slamming into the ground. The impact shattered the terrain, sending debris flying. Shi Yi twisted like a Flood Dragon, skimming the shattered battlefield to evade the lethal strike.
Undeterred, Shi Hao advanced with ghostly speed, materializing nearby in an instant. His fist lashed out—simple, direct—yet the sheer force sent tremors through the battlefield, accompanied by a deafening roar.
*Crack!*
The Sky Battlefield fractured visibly, suspended as it was in the heavens. Massive foundation stones plummeted earthward. Distant spectators shuddered—this arena, renowned for its indestructibility, was being obliterated by two youths.
*Whoosh!*
Black flames erupted from Shi Yi’s right eye—no, not flames, but cryptic Glyphs woven into beams, sealing the sky to bar pursuit. Shi Hao sneered, arms spreading like the wings of a Roc, his limbs aglow with golden light. Twin beams shot from his eyes as he charged forward, divine and indomitable. His hands wove intricate seals, golden Glyphs multiplying like stars across the void, clashing against the black inferno.
*Boom!*
The so-called “black fire” was also composed of Glyphs. Under the titanic collision, it wavered violently, on the verge of collapse.
“Incredible! What divine ability is this, capable of rivaling the Dual-Pupils?” The crowd paled, disbelief etched on their faces.
In ancient times, the Dual-Pupils were invincible—a mark of the divine, their gaze containing unfathomable mysteries. None could oppose them. Yet today, Shi Hao had countered them. Unthinkable!
With a resonant hum, the two clashed again before recoiling. Shi Hao remained wreathed in golden patterns, unfazed. Shi Yi staggered, blood trickling from his lips—another grievous wound.
“Astounding! Is Little Stone defying the heavens? He’s wounded the Dual-Pupil bearer! Many doubted him before this battle—what say you now?” someone murmured.
“Patience. The battle isn’t over. The outcome remains uncertain,” another cautioned.
Amidst the mist, Shi Yi’s expression turned icy. His left eye brimmed with luminous liquid, cascading over his body like sacred nectar, exuding an orchid-musk fragrance. His bones crackled like roasting beans, accompanied by thunderous winds. Wounds faded, fractures mended—his body blazed with holy radiance, enveloped in divine majesty.
*Clang!*
Simultaneously, metallic harmonics reverberated, soul-shaking. Crystalline plates emerged, encasing him like armor.
“So the legends are true—the Dual-Pupils possess the power of creation, forging divine armor tailored to the wielder,” murmured the Enchantress from afar, tapping her fair brow in astonishment.
Others gasped. What was Shi Yi planning? The light from his left eye solidified into crystalline plates, shielding his vitals—crafting a peerless battle-suit.
Clad in cold metallic sheen, Shi Yi transcended mortality, his black hair whipping like a war-god resurrected from antiquity.
“Finally going all out?” Shi Hao mocked, standing firm, his body radiating with the power of the Kunpeng.
“Little brother, you’ve forced me this far. But to think I’d *desperate*? You overestimate yourself,” Shi Yi replied coolly, striding forward anew.
“Show me everything, or you’ll never get the chance,” Shi Hao challenged.
“Then prove you’re worthy of my Dual-Pupils’ full might,” Shi Yi retorted, his eyes swirling with primordial mist.
With a shout, they collided once more.
Shi Yi moved like a Golden Crow, wings of fire slashing through the air, meeting Shi Hao head-on with terrifying speed. Earlier, he’d concealed this technique within a Dao Bell, nearly tearing Shi Hao apart. Now, he unleashed it openly—a treasure art gleaned from ancient ruins, incomplete yet devastating.
*Boom!*
Like a golden sun, Shi Yi crashed forward, wreathed in blazing Glyphs, his body a torrent of Golden Crow flames.
“Break!” Shi Hao roared, unshaken. His arm swept out like a Kunpeng’s wing, stirring a hurricane that sent the battlefield’s remnants flying.
Divine lightning flashed as two golden meteors collided—not just Golden Crow against Kunpeng, but the unleashed secrets of the Dual-Pupils. Shi Yi’s armor burned, Glyphs detonating in unison with his technique.
Between them, golden light erupted like ten thousand volcanoes, spectral birds and primordial Kun-fish phantoms swirling in the chaos.
*Boom!*
Shi Yi was hurled backward, chest bloodied, his armor fracturing under the Kunpeng’s might. Shi Hao pursued relentlessly, covering vast distances in a step, his hand descending like a Kunpeng diving upon the earth.
“Too hasty, little brother!” Shi Yi sneered, whirling abruptly. His blood evaporated as his pupils blazed—
*Boom!*
The world split.
Chaos mist billowed from his eyes, as though cleaving creation itself. The space around them warped—they now stood in a desolate microcosm, severed from the Sky Battlefield. A ruined wasteland stretched endlessly, veiled in faint mist, silent and eerie.
Shi Hao steadied himself. Though the outside world was now a blur, he understood—this was a realm forged by the Dual-Pupils.
“Bringing me here changes nothing,” he said calmly.
“It changes *everything*,” Shi Yi intoned. “Seal!”
The desolate space contracted violently, morphing into a prison around Shi Hao while Shi Yi stepped free. The cage darkened, pulsing with sinister Glyphs and wisps of chaos—a nightmare from antiquity.
Gasps arose. Shi Yi had trapped his foe, poised to annihilate him.
Inside, Shi Hao battered the shrinking walls, but the prison’s divine might resisted. Blood sprayed from his lips.
“Show me your final tricks, or perish,” Shi Yi commanded coldly, his pupils compressing the realm further.
Cracks spiderwebbed across Shi Hao’s body. Isolated and crushed, he snarled—
*Boom!*
A Kunpeng of monstrous size erupted, wings shredding the void. The microcosm exploded.
“He broke free! He shattered a Dual-Pupil prison!” The crowd reeled. In ancient times, none escaped such a seal—yet Shi Hao had torn through it with brute force.
Emerging, Shi Hao lunged. Shi Yi met him with a frigid smile, pupils blazing—right eye spewing black annihilation, left eye white rebirth. Yin and Yang intertwined, a primal tide of creation and destruction.
“Terrifying!” Even revered elders trembled. At their level, such power could slaughter titans.
The dichotomy engulfed Shi Hao—
*Boom!*
Without hesitation, he expanded his Ten Divine Crucibles, absorbing the Yin-Yang onslaught. The crucibles fused into an immortal halo, and he surged forward, Kunpeng arts blazing.
“Wait—the Heaven-Mending Technique!” someone shrieked.
A radiant light descended, as though patching the firmament itself. Shi Yi wielded it to counter the Kunpeng, while the Yin-Yang energies assailed the crucibles.
Deadlock.
The battlefield disintegrated around them, golden rubble cascading from the sky.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao erupted, Kunpeng Glyphs manifesting as twin entities—a fish of Yin, a bird of Yang. Merged with his crucibles, their combined might was cataclysmic.
*Thud!*
Shi Yi coughed blood, stumbling back. The end neared.
Yet suddenly—his pupils blazed anew. Two golden spears shot forth, mythic and unstoppable, piercing Shi Hao’s left arm and right chest.
“Die!” Shi Yi roared, Glyphs flaring to detonate the spears.
“Lock!” Shi Hao bellowed. His crucibles flared, freezing space itself.
Then—he struck.
A golden wing’s edge whispered past Shi Yi’s throat—
*Splat!*
Blood fountained.
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