He stood there with an eerie calm, as if dwelling at the heart of the sun, radiating endless golden light. His mere presence sent tremors through all who witnessed it, leaving them powerless to resist, forcing them to kneel in trembling submission.
“Human Emperor, do you intend to make us cease our battle?” the green-haired man asked mid-fight, his clash with the Fifteenth Master growing fiercer by the moment. Blood blossomed on his body, stripping away his earlier composure. The Fifteenth Master, too, faced a true adversary, his body marred by grievous wounds, his robes drenched in crimson. His injuries were severe, stirring concern among onlookers.
“You have overstepped, warrior of the Demon Spirit Lake. You should not have come to my imperial capital,” the Human Emperor declared. The crowd murmured in shock—Demon Spirit Lake was a place of dread, akin to the ancient divine mountains, home to sacred birds and pure-blooded beasts.
“I am but a remnant, not my true self. Surely this is no transgression,” the green-haired man replied calmly.
Silence fell. If a mere remnant could battle the Fifteenth Master to such an extent, how terrifying must his true form be? One could only imagine the dominion he would wield if unleashed upon the world.
“Leave,” the Human Emperor commanded, his voice heavy with authority. In his youth, he had fought for supremacy in the ancient kingdoms, facing rivals of his own. But now, as the Human Emperor, he had transcended them all—those past foes destined to be forgotten.
“Spare him if you will, but he must acknowledge his wrongs and be expelled from the Martial King’s Manor,” the green-haired man insisted. He had been summoned by Shi Ziteng and thus had to make his stance clear.
“An outsider dares to dictate terms here? Who do you think you are?” the Great Demon God roared, his injuries doing nothing to diminish his ferocity.
“You see for yourself—he seeks his own death. Blame falls not on me,” the warrior from Demon Spirit Lake sneered, his emerald locks whipping wildly as he turned to the Human Emperor.
“After a century of cultivation, this is all you amount to? What pride do you have before me? Who falls first remains to be seen,” the Fifteenth Master retorted, unshaken despite facing such a foe. His battle spirit burned fiercely, ready to fight to the end.
“Stone Emperor, you witness this—this battle must continue. Blame me not!” The green-haired man’s expression darkened, his eyes turning pitch-black, brimming with menace.
“Very well! Then let it be fought to the end!” the Fifteenth Master roared.
The Human Emperor stood silently, watching as they clashed. Only when blood sprayed and gasps erupted from the Martial King’s Manor did he finally nod. The Fifteenth Master was wounded—his sole remaining arm nearly pierced through at the shoulder.
“After this battle, it ends. Life and death lie in fate’s hands,” the Human Emperor decreed.
“Agreed!” the green-haired man laughed.
“Then let us fight!” the Fifteenth Master declared.
The battle ignited the capital. Leaders of every clan arrived, drawn by the Human Emperor’s presence. No longer content to watch from afar, they gathered near—only to find the manor sealed by the green-haired man’s eight bones. Only the Human Emperor, with his supreme power, could breach the barrier.
None dared force their way in, unwilling to provoke the warrior of Demon Spirit Lake or offend the Martial King’s Manor.
With a resonant hum, the green-haired man sealed the void itself, summoning bones to form a colossal barrier—lest the Fifteenth Master attempt escape.
The Great Demon God’s eyes turned icy. Without a word, he fought on, his body riddled with wounds, some carved by runes that refused to heal. Yet he battled relentlessly, unyielding.
Spells clashed, divine light flooded the skies. Their battle reached a fever pitch, both drenched in blood. The crowd shuddered—not only was the warrior from Demon Spirit Lake formidable, but the Fifteenth Master’s defiance was equally staggering.
The stronger the Demon Spirit Lake’s creature proved, the more terrifying the Great Demon God’s resilience became.
Bronze pagoda clashed against black-and-white arrows, their collisions unending. The two combatants closed in, locked in a brutal melee.
“Die!” The green-haired man finally lost control, his arms whirling like windmill blades, unleashing a storm of runes as he clashed with the Great Demon God. Fists met palms, the battle growing ever more savage.
Now, the Fifteenth Master’s disadvantage—his missing arm—became apparent. Under such relentless assault, he was forced into passivity.
Boom! His sleeve exploded, revealing the cleanly severed stump at his shoulder. With only one arm, the struggle was immense.
“What can you possibly wield against me?” the green-haired man taunted.
“And what are you?” the Fifteenth Master bellowed in response. Multiple divine apertures manifested around him, summoning forth mighty creatures—
A Golden-Winged Roc soared with a piercing cry, its wings spread wide as it lunged forward.
A Suanni, its purple hide streaked with golden patterns, summoned thunderbolts that split the heavens, crashing down upon the green-haired man.
A Bixi roared, its golden radiance interlaced with dark stripes, unleashing a river of starlight from its maw.
The Fifteenth Master fought with everything he had, his spirit avatars joining the assault in an all-out offensive.
“I heard your arm was devoured by a Pixiu. Let me claim the rest!” the green-haired man sneered, his voice laced with venom as true fury took hold. He had expected a swift victory, yet the battle only grew more arduous.
Blood sprayed as they fought with reckless abandon. With the Fifteenth Master’s spirit avatars in play, the green-haired man struggled, nearly impaled through the chest.
Boom! The Fifteenth Master’s leg lashed out like a whip, colliding with his foe’s body in a deafening impact. Runes detonated in a brilliant burst.
The green-haired man reeled, black blood spilling from his lips before he coughed up more. The strike had wounded him gravely.
“You seek death!” No longer composed, his earlier ethereal demeanor gave way to murderous rage. His hollow eyes bore cross-shaped stars, unleashing a dreadful spell.
The Fifteenth Master countered fiercely, his spirit avatars swarming the foe.
“Kill!” Suddenly, the void trembled, a resonant hum startling all. The green-haired man, now enraged, tapped into his utmost power—his spirit avatar mimicking his true form, unleashing demonic might.
Waterfalls materialized in the air, weaving into a net that forced the Fifteenth Master back. Runes blazed, thunder roared—a scene of utter chaos.
Yet these were no true rivers, but strands of silk!
In the center stood a colossal spider, its body covered in needle-like emerald bristles. Ten zhang in length, its silver “waterfalls” were threads spewed from its maw.
Its eyes were abyssal black, twin voids that seemed to devour souls. Lightning crackled along its threads, weaving into a net of runic chains—a display of overwhelming power.
“Jade Demon Black-Eyed Spider!” the crowd gasped in horror.
This was an ancient demonic arachnid, its true form surpassing even kings and marquises. Even as a spirit avatar, its might was world-shaking.
“Perish!” the spider shrieked. The web of silk and lightning merged into a radiant shroud, descending like a black tidal wave to annihilate all.
Boom! The Fifteenth Master resisted with all his might—but one spirit avatar was ensnared, wrapped tightly before the monstrous spider pounced, devouring it whole.
Though merely a spirit avatar, the sight was gruesome. The Fifteenth Master’s true form spat blood, his injuries worsening. Had this been a clash of true bodies, the horror would have been unimaginable—a giant spider feasting on human flesh.
“Kill!” From the Fifteenth Master’s side, a crimson bird erupted, trailing flames as it charged, igniting the web in an attempt to burn the spider alive.
This was a clash of natural foes—yet the ancient spider proved stronger. A single specialized thread shot forth, impervious to fire, spearing through the bird like a lance and forcing it back.
Revealed in his true form, the green-haired man was a monstrous sight, his earlier grace replaced by sheer terror.
Their battle reached its zenith. The bronze pagoda and divine arrows wailed, their runes dimming, their power waning. Both combatants teetered on the brink of death.
“Fifteenth Master, beware!” A woman’s voice, sweet as celestial music, whispered a warning.
The Great Demon God, mid-retreat, suddenly sensed danger—the bones sealing the area now loomed ominously near.
Boom! A violet bone shot forth, aimed to suppress him. The spider, frustrated by the prolonged fight, now activated the bone array for a killing blow.
With a cold snort, the Great Demon God summoned several bones and a beast hide. Spinning rapidly, they formed a counter-array—the hide as the formation’s core, the bones as daggers, now blazing with sword radiance.
The clash intensified, light erupting like a supernova.
The Fifteenth Master nodded inwardly. That young girl had keen insight to perceive a move at this level—a rare talent indeed.
His gaze found her—a maiden in her teens, her figure delicate yet alluring, her beauty peerless.
“What is your name?” the Great Demon God asked silently.
“I am A’Man,” she replied with a sweet smile.
Boom! The battle grew even bloodier. Flesh tore, the bronze pagoda wailed, the divine arrows trembled—both combatants neared their end.
“Restrain!” the demonic spider roared. The silk threads, now pure runes, solidified the void, immobilizing the Fifteenth Master.
The strain was immense—the spider swayed, on the verge of collapse. “What can you do now? Die!” it hissed, thrusting a leg forward like a divine spear for the final strike.
The two divine arrows remained locked in stalemate, unable to intervene.
“Kill!” Yet the Fifteenth Master, though drenched in blood, roared defiance. Light erupted from his brow—black and white qi coalescing into a radiant bow, an arrow of light nocking itself.
No hand drew the string, yet the weapon obeyed his will. This was the power of his spirit—his body bound, but his mind forging a supreme weapon.
Sssst! The arrow struck true. The ancient spider shrieked, its leg freezing mid-thrust.
The mind-arrow was swifter than flesh could follow. It pierced the spider’s skull, slaying the spirit avatar instantly.
Freed, the Great Demon God lunged, his remaining hand severing the spider’s head in one clean stroke.
And thus, the battle in the imperial capital reached its end.
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