Shi Hao swiftly dodged as the blood-colored halberd, swift as lightning and immensely heavy, swept through the air, stirring a hurricane that stung faces with its force. With a resounding *hum*, Shi Zi Teng struck again, crimson radiance flooding the sky like a tide of blood. The murderous aura of this halberd was overwhelming—its mere presence was enough to make weaker cultivators tremble in fear.
Shi Hao sidestepped the gleaming halberd blade and charged forward, unleashing the *Lion-Dragon Treasure Technique*. This time, it wasn’t just one Lion-Dragon—but ten, each as towering as a small mountain, rampaging forward with unparalleled ferocity.
“*Thunder Sea, Beast Mountain?!*” someone gasped in shock. To manifest the technique to this extent was astonishing—equivalent to ten layers of Lion-Dragon power, with lightning forming a sea and the beasts crashing down like mountains.
Shi Zi Teng’s expression shifted. Instead of wielding the halberd, he let out a long roar, spewing forth endless streams of divine chains—rivers of starlike runes, the treasure technique of the *Demon Spider lineage*. He used them to block the onslaught of Lion-Dragons.
*BOOM!*
The chains shattered as the massive Lion-Dragons trampled them underfoot, lightning crisscrossing the battlefield in a dazzling, scorching display.
Shi Zi Teng retaliated with another technique. Though his arms were clad in crimson battle armor, they transformed into vast sleeves that enveloped all ten Lion-Dragons in one sweeping motion.
*Sleeve Cosmos!*
This supreme divine ability wasn’t about the sleeves themselves—they were mere illusions. It manipulated *space itself*.
Thunder roared within the sleeves as the Lion-Dragons raged, until—*BOOM!*—the rune-formed fabric exploded into motes of light, dissipating into the air.
Shi Zi Teng staggered but quickly steadied himself. With a *swish*, the blood-colored halberd slashed again, this time pulsing with runes as a dragon’s roar shook the heavens.
Shi Hao’s eyes widened. He parried the halberd’s shaft with his palm, avoiding the blade, only for a crimson dragon to burst forth from the weapon, lunging at him with terrifying realism.
This was no mere Flood Dragon—it carried the majesty of a *true dragon*, like a sovereign gazing down upon its subjects.
Shi Hao’s hands shifted rapidly, finally forming the *Leviathan Roc Seal* and blasting it forward with earth-shaking force, dispersing the dragon.
“*Dragon-Blood Divine Weapon!*” The crowd gasped, realizing the halberd’s uniqueness. No wonder its aura was so overwhelming—it had been *tempered in dragon blood*!
“A legendary weapon indeed,” murmured an elder from afar. “I’ve heard tales—this halberd was once graced by a drop of dragon’s blood, staining it crimson and granting it unparalleled might.”
The battle resumed, but to everyone’s shock, Shi Hao pulled out a *simple clay bowl*, dull and unremarkable, cradling it in his palm as he charged forward.
The contrast was absurd—Shi Zi Teng, majestic and battle-clad, against a youth wielding a bowl. Yet none dared underestimate it; treasures often hid in plain sight.
*CLANG!*
The halberd struck, space trembling as the blood dragon surged forth once more, its roar shaking the skies.
Shi Hao raised the bowl, which spun rapidly, wreathed in auspicious light. Its mouth transformed into a black hole, voraciously devouring the dragon.
*POP!*
The runes shattered, the dragon dispersing again. The bowl had *absorbed* it!
Shi Hao grinned. Ever since he’d broken the seal at its base with the broken sword, the bowl had revealed its true nature—crafted from divine materials, brimming with unfathomable power.
*DING DING DANG!*
Sparks flew as halberd and bowl clashed repeatedly, the latter always intercepting, its maw glowing hungrily, threatening to *devour and refine* the weapon itself.
A weaponsmith watching from afar clutched his chest in regret—*he* had sold that bowl to Shi Hao, never realizing its true worth.
The battle intensified. Suddenly, Shi Zi Teng’s armor *sprouted metallic spider legs*, turning him into a frenzied, humanoid arachnid, radiant and deadly.
Shi Hao barely dodged, the legs grazing him, leaving bloody trails.
“Nephew, *be careful*,” Shi Zi Teng taunted.
*BOOM!*
Shi Hao’s *Ten Heavenly Caverns* erupted, forming a divine halo around him. His aura skyrocketed, *freezing space itself* for an instant.
He lunged, sweeping a kick toward Shi Zi Teng’s head—a blow that would shatter skulls.
With a roar, Shi Zi Teng *forced himself free*, the dragon-blood halberd’s power aiding his retreat. But not fast enough—
*THUD!*
Shi Hao’s kick landed on his shoulder, sending him flying.
“Uncle, *mind your step*,” Shi Hao called, though inwardly shocked—breaking his spatial lock was no small feat.
Shi Zi Teng spat blood, his shoulder screaming in pain. Enraged, he summoned *manifestations*—Golden Crows, Flood Dragons, Lion-Dragons, Demon Spiders—all orbiting him like a dark sovereign.
Shi Hao responded in kind—Black Tortoise, Lion-Dragon, even a *suppressed Leviathan Roc* (revealing it fully would make him the world’s enemy). Lacking enough techniques, he *forged weapons from runes*—swords, towers, cauldrons—to fill the gaps.
“*DIE!*” Shi Zi Teng roared, the halberd descending with apocalyptic force.
Shi Hao’s ten caverns *blazed like a sun* as his rune-weapons met the strike.
*BOOM!*
Bloodlight erupted. Shi Zi Teng *burned with crimson aura*, clashing head-on.
Then—Shi Hao *shifted*. Drawing upon the *Primordial True Scripture*, his movements entered a *Dao rhythm*, syncing with the world’s pulse. Visions of *Golden-Winged Rocs slaying gods*, *True Hou’s moon-shattering roars* flashed in his mind.
His aura transformed—*primordial, tyrannical*, as if he could *crush mountains with a roar, pluck stars from the sky*.
The ten caverns *reactivated their lockdown*. Shi Zi Teng *struggled*, trapped in invisible quicksand as Shi Hao’s fist *smashed* into him.
*CRACK!*
The halberd *dropped* as Shi Zi Teng was sent flying, blood gushing.
In a flash, Shi Hao *seized the weapon*, already purging its previous owner’s mark.
“*Thanks, Uncle.*”
The crowd *erupted*. A *king-level expert* disarmed and bleeding—by a *youth*?!
Shi Zi Teng *snarled*, his demeanor shifting completely. Now, he *was* the Demon Spider—crimson light swirling, eyes piercing, spider-legs lancing like spears.
His *Sleeve Cosmos* and other techniques *erupted* in tandem. This was *the* Shi Zi Teng who had *slaughtered all challengers*—a *true demon* unleashed.
The battle *raged*—sky to earth, clouds to dust. Shi Hao *matched him*, but this was no easy fight. His uncle was a *monster*.
“*DIE!*” Shi Hao bellowed, swinging the halberd like a war god, *slashing apart two manifestations*, wounding the main body.
*CRUNCH!*
A spider-leg *sheared off* the armor—*not* dragon-blooded like the halberd.
Finally, Shi Hao *overpowered* him. The halberd *nearly split Shi Zi Teng in half*, leaving him bloodied, armor in tatters.
*THUD!*
A kick to the chest *shattered* the remaining defenses, sending him crashing down.
Yet he *rose again*, only for Shi Hao to summon a *gigantic black hand*—a crushing shadow—that *slammed* him back into the earth.
“*Shi Zi Teng… has lost.*”
The crowd sighed. A *genius*, defeated by his own nephew—the *young supreme*.
As Shi Hao raised the halberd for the final strike—
*The world trembled.*
A *demonic pressure* descended, shaking the *entire Martial Palace*.
The *Ancient Demon Spider* had arrived.
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