Chapter 672: Hand Can Pluck Stars, Suppress a Spider!

"I would also like to seek some guidance from you, Uncle!"

In the Wu Wang Fu, the little one Shi Hao spoke; as soon as these words left his mouth, everyone in the Wu Wang Fu turned pale—this so-called "teaching" was in truth a demand for explanation, or even retribution.

Shi Shi Ziteng's expression turned slightly cold, as if he wished to refuse, but at that moment, Fang Yu's voice rang out in the arena.

"There will inevitably come such a day—you have no chance to refuse."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed.

Since that being had spoken, this battle was now unavoidable.

"If that's the case, then Uncle will spar with you, and see how you compare to your brother."

Shi Shi Ziteng knew that since that divine being had spoken, he had no chance to refuse—if he did, that divine being would personally intervene, and he would be utterly unable to resist.

Better to fight Shi Hao than to battle that lofty, exalted deity.

Shi Shi Ziteng strode forward, tall and slender, his skin as white as jade, handsome and elegant.

He had cultivated for many years, yet still looked like a young man, revealing the depth of his cultivation base.

"Hao'er, come—let Uncle see just how extraordinary you are. If you can defeat me at this age, our clan will surely flourish."

Shi Shi Ziteng spoke, and as he did, the two entered the training ground, where array patterns guarded the space to ensure the battlefield would not collapse—otherwise, with their cultivation levels, a full-scale clash could cause the imperial capital to suffer heavy losses.

"Begin—no external interference will reach here."

Fang Yu sat cross-legged in empty space, the ancient celestial dragon cub beside him, curiously observing the scene below.

That child looked somewhat familiar; as for the other, his strength seemed average—if it swung its tail down, it could probably knock him over.

But it had nothing to do with it—it seemed to be a human feud among humans, and they even shared the same surname.

The conflict here had drawn the attention of countless people, yet few Wang Hou in the imperial capital dared enter the Wu Wang Fu to watch this battle.

They could only sense it from afar.

Shi Hao stood in the arena, steady as a mountain, calm and composed—not at all like a child; once in battle mode, he was more composed than those who had cultivated for decades.

On the other side, Shi Shi Ziteng moved with effortless harmony with heaven and earth, radiating a peculiar Dao rhythm, like a transcendent hermit.

The next instant, both struck—Shi Shi Ziteng swept his sleeve, and a hurricane surged, darkening heaven and earth; dust and stones flew, endless whirlwinds arose, and his sleeve became a vast cloud hanging from the heavens, obscuring all.

"Sleeve Containing Heaven and Earth!"

Someone cried out in shock.

This was a great divine art, pioneered by an ancient human deity; when perfected, it was said one could contain heaven and earth within the sleeve—a rare and formidable technique.

Shi Shi Ziteng once traveled outside and somehow obtained this great fortune.

Shi Hao also moved—his body shifted, and behind him appeared a Golden Emperor, radiating boundless slaughter and martial energy; in the Golden Emperor's hand, a Nine-Leaf Sword Grass glowed with light.

Sword qi crisscrossed, as if ready to destroy heaven and earth; where the sword light passed, Shi Shi Ziteng's Sleeve Containing Heaven and Earth shattered instantly.

"What?"

"Shi Shi Ziteng has long entered the Wang Hou realm; though he hasn't fought much in recent years, whenever he does, his opponents are slain—yet he's already fallen on the defensive!"

"That little boy named Shi Hao truly has the bearing of a Supreme Sovereign—he's already suppressed Shi Shi Ziteng from the start!"

Countless people were stunned—all Wang Hou in the imperial capital knew Shi Shi Ziteng's strength; this Wang Hou was born into the Wu Wang Fu, later joined the Demon Linghu to cultivate, his cultivation base unfathomably deep—in the entire imperial capital, his power was nearly unmatched among Wang Hou.

Yet now, with Shi Hao's first move, his sword qi had already suppressed Shi Shi Ziteng, throwing this Wang Hou instantly on the defensive.

"Hao'er, your divine arts are impressive—you've clearly cultivated much over these years!"

Shi Shi Ziteng roared, his black hair flying wildly; behind him, a forest of divine swords formed from runes shot forth, glowing brilliantly as they slashed toward Shi Hao.

It was a sword grove, perfectly ordered—exactly thirty-six blades, arrayed before him.

Yet the Golden Emperor, gripping the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, sent sword light racing forward; with a single twist, it shattered every rune-sword.

The Golden Emperor and the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass represented two supreme divine arts; now revealed by Shi Hao, what were ordinary sword groves to them?

This was a suppression of divine art over divine art.

Shi Shi Ziteng roared, boundless treasure arts surging from within him, coalescing into a Jin Wu, like a blazing sun, revealing the full depth of its divine principles.

Jin Wu Treasure Art.

Shi Shi Ziteng unleashed the Jin Wu Treasure Art at this moment.

"It's the Jin Wu Treasure Art! Shi Shi Ziteng is trying to use fire to break metal?"

"Shi Shi Ziteng is a man of great fortune—he not only obtained the great divine art Sleeve Containing Heaven and Earth from an ancient master, he also acquired the Jin Wu Treasure Art. Once the Jin Wu Treasure Art is unleashed, it can melt nearly all metal-based divine arts; in the Five Elements, fire overcomes metal!"

"But he's already been forced to use the Jin Wu Treasure Art so early—this is ominous. He's already deeply on the defensive before his nephew."

Some with keen insight were shaken; elders of Shi Shi Ziteng's branch within the Wu Wang Fu also turned pale, sensing something amiss.

Some cast icy glances at Shi Hao nearby, their minds filled with curses—why hadn't this brat died? Why had he returned? Why had he brought the Wu Wang Fu to this state?

At this moment, Shi Hao paid no attention to the outside scene—his hands flowed with boundless runes, which coalesced into the form of a Fire Emperor, majestic and awe-inspiring, as if the Crimson Emperor, Lord of All Fire, had descended upon the world; with one strike, it seemed to pierce the heavens, its power terrifying.

"Boom."

Shi Shi Ziteng's palm met Shi Hao's fist—the Jin Wu let out a mournful cry and shattered midair; the form of the Crimson Emperor instantly engulfed Shi Shi Ziteng's body, causing his face to turn pale.

At this moment, runes once again swirled around him, forming a living creature—a heavenly scorpion—as if he were inside the scorpion's body.

As soon as the scorpion appeared, a bright red tail extended from its back, striking Shi Hao with a strange, eerie motion, imbued with unstoppable, invincible force.

Shi Hao's expression remained calm; the Crimson Emperor's hand reached forward and seized the scorpion's tail, destroying it instantly in empty space.

The Crimson Emperor was merely a manifestation of runes, yet now it seemed to radiate a faint indifference—as if bewildered why anyone would dare pit a scorpion against it.

What was a scorpion? What trash was that?

The Crimson Emperor descended, destroying the mortal realm; the temperature of heaven and earth surged sharply. Shi Hao first shattered the Jin Wu Treasure Art, then shattered Shi Shi Ziteng's scorpion technique, shaking countless Wang Hou.

Outside, the crowd was utterly stunned; many rode treasure artifacts into the high sky, watching from afar, witnessing this scene.

"That little brat is terrifying—Shi Shi Ziteng has fallen on the defensive again; both the Jin Wu Treasure Art and the scorpion technique have been shattered—Shi Shi Ziteng seems to have no more hidden cards!"

"Shi Shi Ziteng has gained many fortunes and cultivated many great divine arts, yet still he's defeated—perhaps his techniques from the Demon Linghu will finally prove useful."

"Indeed—Shi Shi Ziteng once became a disciple of the Demon Linghu and received instruction from their experts, cultivating extremely powerful treasure arts; this may be his final trump card."

Some Wang Hou who knew Shi Shi Ziteng's hidden cards stared intently, watching the distant battle—sure enough, the very next moment, a crystal-clear thread suddenly emerged from Shi Shi Ziteng's body, sharper than the divine spear, silently piercing through space and time toward Shi Hao's occiput.

Though merely a single filament, it was incredibly resilient, invincible, capable of piercing through countless treasures, light and swift.

"Spider Silk, Flying Immortal?"

Shi Hao knew some of the abilities of the Demon Linghu; he was not the least surprised by Shi Shi Ziteng's use of this technique—he stepped through empty space at utmost speed, and the Spider Silk, Flying Immortal failed to strike Shi Hao.

"Nephew, your speed is truly remarkable."

Shi Shi Ziteng underwent a new transformation in empty space—he donned a metallic battle armor, crimson as aurora, its shape bizarre, with several spider legs added to both sides of his body.

At this moment, Shi Shi Ziteng truly resembled a humanoid giant spider, and in his hand appeared a crimson halberd, making him look divine and martial yet slightly grotesque.

"Uncle, you really do look like a spider now."

Seeing Shi Shi Ziteng's transformation, Shi Hao shook his head—within his ten Dantian, boundless golden and black runes flowed together, coalescing in his hands into a Yin-Yang grinding disc.

The instant this grinding disc appeared, Shi Shi Ziteng sensed danger—he roared and charged forward, slashing down with his halberd like a bolt of blood-red lightning, or a vast river of crimson blood, overwhelming with killing intent!

At that moment, BOOM—a sound echoed as Shi Hao's ten Dantian opened, forming a divine ring that nearly sealed empty space in an instant, then the Yin-Yang grinding disc pierced through the void and landed squarely upon Shi Shi Ziteng.

The halberd in Shi Shi Ziteng's hand was instantly blasted away, unbroken, but the precious armor on his body was utterly destroyed.

The terrifying Yin-Yang grinding disc nearly severed Shi Shi Ziteng at the waist—the most renowned Wang Hou in the imperial city was blasted far away, spewing forth torrents of blood from his mouth.

Dust rose from the ground; Shi Shi Ziteng tried to rise but, grievously wounded, could not get up at all.

Shi Shi Ziteng, defeated!

Before the eyes of all, he was defeated just like that!

Defeated swiftly, brutally—throughout the entire battle, he was utterly dominated, crushed without mercy.

This duel seemed long, but in truth lasted only a dozen breaths—after a dozen breaths, Shi Shi Ziteng was defeated by his own nephew, utterly crushed, nearly severed at the waist.

Shi Hao once again manifested a Yin-Yang grinding disc in his hand, as if to slay Shi Shi Ziteng—when suddenly, the heavens and earth trembled, a terrifying aura appeared, violent energy surges surged forth, causing all empty space to shudder.

The ancient demonic spider from Demon Spirit Mountain appeared!