“When shall we battle?” Shi Hao asked, his words instantly drawing everyone’s rapt attention. The crowd held their breath.
“Now, or in the future—it makes no difference. I stand here in the Glyph Realm. Come, and we shall fight,” Shi Yi responded, his tone brimming with confidence and an unshakable dominance.
The onlookers trembled inwardly. After this battle, one of them would surely fall, vanishing from this world forever.
“Then let us fight in the Spirit Transformation Realm. I, too, stand here, waiting for you,” Shi Hao declared.
“Spirit Transformation? Too trivial. That is but a memory of youth. If you have yet to reach the Glyph Realm, I shall grant you time. I will wait,” Shi Yi replied calmly, his words laced with arrogance and superiority. He had no intention of lowering himself, preferring to face his opponent from his lofty position.
“Bragging about the Glyph Realm? It won’t be long before I master it completely. What’s the big deal?” Shi Hao retorted.
His words silenced many. Countless cultivators struggled to even enter the Glyph Realm, and many elders remained trapped there for life, unable to advance. His statement struck a blow to their confidence. Yet, they knew he spoke no idle boast—his talent was undeniable. Soon, the world would witness the rise of a young prodigy, not by title, but by sheer might.
“My dear brother, your words are too bold. In life, one must remember humility,” Shi Yi chided.
“Do I need your lessons? Keep them for yourself,” Shi Hao shot back.
The tension between them thickened, stoking the crowd’s anticipation for their inevitable clash.
Shi Hao spoke again, “You were incomplete in the Spirit Transformation Realm. Since you preach humility, return, and I shall teach you how to grow stronger.”
The crowd was speechless. Despite losing his Supreme Bone, this youth remained fiercely unyielding. They sensed his defiance—his refusal to bow before the famed Double-Pupiled prodigy, determined to face divinity with mortal flesh.
“You are still a child. I will wait for you,” Shi Yi said, his calm tone laced with condescension, treating Shi Hao as beneath him.
“One sentence: In any realm I reach, I am invincible,” Shi Hao declared softly.
Though his voice was quiet, the impact was thunderous. Every gaze locked onto him, hearts trembling. His audacity surpassed even Shi Yi’s—claiming invincibility within his own realm. The implication was clear: if Shi Yi dared face him on equal footing, he would lose.
“Is this a self-proclaimed title? Yi’er ignores your childishness, waiting for you in the Glyph Realm, granting you time to cultivate. Yet you show no gratitude,” muttered a middle-aged man from the Rain Clan, his voice low but caught by Shi Hao’s sharp ears.
“Tell him to come back and fight, then,” Shi Hao said coldly.
The Rain Clan elder paled, fearing retaliation. The last thing they needed was this calamity uprooting their foundation in the Spirit Transformation Realm.
“My dear brother, you are too arrogant. Even a true deity would not claim invincibility,” Shi Yi responded icily.
“I dare to say it!” Shi Hao countered without hesitation.
The crowd was stunned. This young Shi was fearless, his words unrestrained—was this sheer audacity, or unshakable belief?
“An invincible conviction has been with me since birth. I almost wish to fight you now,” Shi Yi murmured.
“Then what are you waiting for? Come and fight,” Shi Hao challenged.
“Fight? A mere Spirit Transformation cultivator like you is not worth my time. It would be bullying,” Shi Yi sneered.
Without another word, Shi Hao strode into the Rain Clan’s estate—a grand sanctuary brimming with spiritual energy, adorned with radiant light and rare herbs. He moved like a storm, unhindered, his gaze sweeping dismissively. The Rain Clan members recoiled, too traumatized from past encounters to oppose him.
“Fetch your divine decree, or summon Shi Yi,” Shi Hao demanded.
His intent was clear—he had come for vengeance. The Rain Clan seethed, their faces darkening at the mention of the divine decree, which this “holy terror” had gnawed on twice before.
“Do not go too far!” a youth snapped.
“Too far? Did you ask yourselves that when you committed your atrocities?” Shi Hao retorted, slamming his palm down.
The central monument of the Rain Clan’s legacy shattered, its inscribed glories reduced to dust. The clan members trembled with rage, yet none dared step forward.
“Fight or not?” Shi Hao carved into the remnants of the monument, leaving behind a challenge for Shi Yi.
The virtual realm fell silent. War loomed.
Soon, Shi Yi responded—not with words, but by shattering a record. A crystalline stele materialized, bearing his disdain:
“Should I return to play with a child? What qualifies you to fight me?”
The insult was blatant.
With a thunderous roar, Shi Hao stomped. The earth split, palaces crumbled, and the Rain Clan’s sacred grounds collapsed into ruin. A new stele emerged—his own record-breaking feat.
“Am I qualified now?” he inscribed in reply.
The crowd was awestruck. These two were conversing through shattered records, a display of power beyond comprehension.
Another stele appeared as Shi Yi broke yet another record in the Glyph Realm:
“Are you provoking me?!”
Shi Hao’s body blazed with energy. He punched forward, his aura shaking heaven and earth. A new stele materialized, bearing a single word:
**”Yes.”**
The spectators were dumbfounded. This was a dialogue of legends, a clash of titans.
News spread like wildfire, drawing crowds from the real world into the virtual realm to witness this historic confrontation.
Then, Shi Hao departed, stepping onto a teleportation platform toward a forbidden zone—the domain of the ancient Divine Mountains, a place humans dared not tread.
The crowd hesitated but followed, curiosity overpowering fear.
They arrived at a serene lake, its waters shimmering with spiritual light. On its shore stood an ancient temple, exuding divine majesty. Above its colossal gate hung a plaque:
**”Devil Spirit Lake.”**
Without hesitation, Shi Hao shattered the gates and tore down the plaque.
The plaque resisted, radiating divine energy, but Shi Hao unleashed his full power—Ten Heavenly Passageways, the might of the Kun Peng—grinding the bronze relic to dust.
A new stele emerged, marking his desecration of a divine artifact.
He inscribed two words:
**”Fight now?”**
A response came swiftly—another stele from the Glyph Realm, bearing a single character:
**”Fight.”**
Silence. Then uproar.
Shi Yi had accepted. He would descend to the Spirit Transformation Realm for their long-awaited duel.
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