Shizi Teng was tall and slender, with long black hair cascading around him, skin as white as jade, and eyes that sparkled with vitality. Handsome and elegant, he would have been mistaken for a young man if his age were unknown.
He had practiced the Way for many years, his appearance remaining youthful, which spoke volumes about his strength and exceptional nature.
“Hao’er, come on, let your uncle see how extraordinary you are, showcase our clan’s prosperity, and reveal your divine might.”
Over the years, Shizi Teng had been seeking the Way at the Demon Spirit Lake, his reputation low-key and unremarkable, but those who knew him understood his terrifying power—his strikes were lethal.
Although Shi Hao was only thirteen years old, he was already of marrying age in the Great Wilderness. He was tall, nearly the height of an adult, with thick black hair, large and bright eyes, and a commanding presence.
The two entered the training arena, which was protected by formation runes to ensure the battlefield would not collapse; otherwise, given their cultivation levels, a battle between them would be catastrophic.
Shi Hao stood in the center of the arena, with a demeanor as deep and calm as a mountain, appearing anything but a mere youth. Once he entered combat mode, his composure surpassed that of someone who had practiced the Way for decades.
On the other side, Shizi Teng remained calm, his every movement harmonizing with the天地 (heaven and earth), exuding an aura of Dao, resembling an immortal from another world.
“Battle!”
With a loud shout, both moved almost simultaneously, charging forward. Shizi Teng waved his large sleeve, and a gale swept through, dimming the world. Sand and stones flew about, and many palaces were at risk of being blown into the sky.
Fortunately, a glow appeared around them, sealing the area and preventing a major disaster.
However, the scene in the arena was entirely different. A swirling yellow wind arose, and the loud whooshing sound was piercing. The large sleeve spread out like a cloud hanging from the heavens, obscuring the sky and earth.
“Universe in the Sleeve!”
Everyone was astonished. This was a great divine power, created by a legendary figure of the human race, and it did not belong to the Demon Spirit Lake. It was clear that Shizi Teng had great fortune.
The large sleeve spread, blocking out the sun, aiming to envelop Shi Hao. If he were to be caught inside, escape would be difficult, as that space was self-contained, with all destruction and killing under Shizi Teng’s control.
Shi Hao also made his move. A golden Dragon-Magpie Scissors appeared in his hand, which, after his enhancement, transformed into two golden dragon-like serpents, roaring as they soared through the air.
Their tails connected, and the serpents closed in together, cutting through the gale and propelling Shi Hao past the large sleeve, preventing him from being swallowed.
The spectators were stunned. Even at the beginning, such a great divine power had manifested, causing amazement.
“Ziteng has advanced significantly in the King’s realm,” Shi Yuan said with a smile. As his direct grandson and father of a great-grandson with a second pupil, he was exceedingly pleased.
Shi Hao felt the pressure. His uncle was formidable, with extraordinary combat power in the King’s realm, ranking very high. This was evident from the previous attack.
“Hao’er, be careful. I won’t go easy on you,” Shizi Teng said, a hint of crimson light flashing in his eyes, his aura rising. His white, crystal-like skin appeared even more like jade.
Clearly, he harbored murderous intent. This child had deeply moved him. At just a dozen years old, he was already so terrifying. What would he become in the future?
A person with a second pupil was already astonishing enough, and there was no need for another supreme being.
“Uncle, no need for more words. Let’s begin,” Shi Hao replied.
He transformed into a streak of light, charging forward. Behind him, a vast sea roiled, and a gigantic black tortoise surged forth, exuding tremendous pressure, suppressing Shizi Teng.
Shizi Teng let out a light reprimand, his hair flying. Behind him, weapons trembled and clanged loudly, and a cluster of divine swords formed by runes flew out, all shining brightly, heading towards Shi Hao.
It was a forest of swords, arranged in a precise pattern—exactly thirty-six swords, densely stabbing forward.
A roar echoed, the heavens and earth shaking as if a prehistoric beast had turned. The vast sea behind Shi Hao surged, the black tortoise surged forth, its massive body blocking the way and refining many divine swords with its runes.
The tortoise’s body was immense, each movement producing a thunderous sound as it collided with the runesword, creating a ringing noise.
Then, the tortoise spun, becoming a shield engraved with a turtle pattern. Amidst the clanging noise, it shattered all the runeswords, displaying formidable defensive power.
“Good!” Shizi Teng shouted, charging in at high speed and engaging fiercely.
He struck downward with his palm, endless firelight radiating from his palm, as if magma were erupting. A golden crow soared, spreading its wings and striking.
This was a manifestation of his mastery of the treasure technique, no longer constrained by form; every movement displayed the profundity of divine abilities, this technique condensed into a single palm strike.
Golden Crow Technique.
Shi Hao was unafraid. He clenched his right fist and struck forward. Purple lightning exploded, endless runes collapsing as if tearing through the sky, creating a terrifying spectacle.
A celestial lion erupted from his fist, shaking its head and tail, its light blazing and lifelike, crashing into the golden crow.
Though it was a clash between fists and palms, it directly evolved into a confrontation of treasure techniques. Both experts’ every move was filled with rune profundities, their divine power immeasurable.
“Bang!”
Ultimately, Shizi Teng’s palm and Shi Hao’s fist collided. A golden crow cried out, disintegrating in mid-air, and a blazing celestial lion roared, also exploding.
Shi Hao was startled. His opponent’s palm was incredibly hard, even protected by armor, emitting brilliant runes, and continuously vibrating with oceanic divine power, trying to shatter his fist.
A blaze of light erupted between them, sending them both flying back.
Shi Hao was unharmed, merging with the Immortal Gold Body, making him as formidable as a King, strong enough to make one tremble.
Shizi Teng’s gaze was icy. His hands were armored, capable of greatly enhancing palm strength and instantly shattering opponents. He hadn’t expected his nephew’s physical body to be so terrifying, leaving him astonished and unable to achieve a breakthrough.
Thus, the two began a fierce battle, continuously clashing and releasing waves of light, their figures darting about with lightning speed.
“Clang!”
Shi Hao dived, like a Kunpeng spreading its wings. His whole body shone brightly, with golden feathers appearing, marked with black patterns, swooping down from the sky to attack Shizi Teng.
“Whiz!”
Shizi Teng remained motionless, as if lying on the ground. At the final moment, he struck upward with both palms, and behind him, a terrifying tail hook surged forth, dripping with fresh blood.
He radiated dazzling light, runes flowing, forming a being that enveloped him, resembling a scorpion. He seemed to be inside the scorpion’s body.
The red tail was the embodiment of this treasure technique, flourishing in physical combat, striking with precision and ferocity.
“Clang!”
The scorpion collided with the Kunpeng. The clash was extremely intense. The scorpion’s tail was so sharp and invulnerable, extending towards Shi Hao’s forehead. He used his wings to block, and runes splattered, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.
“Pfft!”
Shizi Teng was sent flying, showing a hint of surprise on his face, blood dripping from his mouth. In this strike, he was suppressed by the Kunpeng and was blasted away.
He stared at Shi Hao but said nothing.
Shi Hao was resolute. Although he had not used the complete Kunpeng Method, his years of insight meant that even a casual strike was astonishingly powerful. Had Shizi Teng noticed something?
The crowd was shocked. Shizi Teng had been injured, having suffered a minor loss in the recent clash.
In the outside world, many people rode on precious artifacts, soaring into the sky to watch from afar. Upon witnessing this scene, they were all impressed. This so-called "young supreme" was indeed formidable.
The battle resumed, growing even more intense. As the two separated and charged towards opposite sides, a crystalline thread, sharper than a divine spear, silently pierced through the void and aimed at the back of Shi Hao's head.
Shi Hao felt a chill down his spine and the back of his head went numb. He quickly dodged as a thread even finer than a hair brushed past his cheek, cutting off strands of hair. The terrifying wind left a bloodstain on his face, and droplets of blood began to trickle down.
"Spider Silk Flying Immortal."
Shi Hao muttered. He knew that he was dealing with an ancient demonic spider and was familiar with its divine powers. This was definitely a killer move—silent and insidious, nearly impossible to guard against.
Although it was just a single thread, it was incredibly tough and unbreakable, capable of piercing through many treasures, swift and agile.
In that previous attack, if he had been even a fraction slower, his brain would have been pierced. The thread was constructed from runes, sharp and terrifying.
Both had drawn blood, but neither had suffered serious injuries. Shi Hao, in particular, only had superficial wounds. After wiping the blood away, a flash of white light appeared, and the wound healed automatically.
"Uncle, you won't be able to kill me like this."
"Why do you say that, nephew? It's just a spar. Do you think I’m not fierce enough? Let me show you," Shizi Teng said, his eyes glinting with cold light.
Amidst the clanging sounds, a red glow descended, dazzling and brilliant. He retrieved a set of red metal armor, divided into several pieces, which quickly covered his body, combining perfectly and providing thorough protection.
The onlookers were stunned. The metal armor was red as a sunset, resembling divine attire, with a peculiar shape and extra spider legs on the sides.
At this moment, Shizi Teng resembled a humanoid giant spider, holding a large red halberd, giving him a fierce and majestic appearance.
Shi Hao cautiously summoned a treasure, a dagger he had bought from the Qinglin Garden, extremely sharp and not an ordinary item.
"Whiz!"
Shizi Teng swung the Fangtian Huaji, the red blade slicing through. The dagger was immediately split in half and then shattered by the rune power.
The crowd was astonished, all eyes turning to the halberd. This Fangtian Huaji was extraordinary, incredibly sharp, and its rune power was devastating.
"Be careful, nephew," Shizi Teng said coldly.
"Uncle, that halberd of yours is impressive. Can I borrow it?" Shi Hao asked, his eyes shining as he fixated on the red halberd.
"If you defeat me, I'll give it to you," Shizi Teng said, holding the halberd with one arm and pointing at Shi Hao. A chilling aura immediately surged forth, overwhelming and fierce.
At this moment, the Martial King Mansion was filled with a grim atmosphere. Many trembled with fear, and the various strong practitioners watching from the distance were also shocked. This treasure was exceptional, not an ordinary item.
"Alright, I happen to need a heavy weapon. Thank you in advance, Uncle," Shi Hao said as he stepped forward, ready to engage.
"Defeat me first," Shizi Teng replied, swinging the halberd. It fell like a blood-red lightning bolt, resembling a vast river of blood, descending from the sky with overwhelming killing intent.
Now, proceed to write Chapter Four and call upon siblings to see if there are any monthly votes remaining.
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