Death of Di Shi

Death of Di Shi

The resounding clash between their powers jolted Di Shi awake. In the midst of combat, he found himself ensnared by the enigmatic glint in Qin Wentian's eyes, an expression that seemed to teem with revelation.

Could it be that Qin Wentian had just grasped the essence of a Mandate's true intent?

Swiftly, a sense of dread overcame Di Shi. The stormy winds seemed to echo his inner turmoil as his baleful aura permeated the air. He needed to eliminate Qin Wentian before the latter could fully harness this newfound knowledge.

Swish, swish...

A cyclone swirled within the Sacred Battle Platform as the azure radiance coalesced into formidable primordial birds of prey, slicing through the atmosphere toward Qin Wentian.

Stepping forward, Qin Wentian's stride exuded an unprecedented force that even the fabric of space quivered. His body felt lighter, a testament to his improved control over his power. Di Shi, on the other hand, bore the weight of an ever-increasing force on his body.

The palm imprints Qin Wentian discharged had the power to rupture the very void itself, capable of directly smashing through Di Shi's assaults.

"True intent, while I grasp the concept of simplifying complexity, my mastery of true intent pales in comparison to Wu Teng's. Understanding is one thing, but applying it practically is another," Qin Wentian mused as he engaged Di Shi in mid-air. Shockwaves from their clashes wreaked havoc in their vicinity.

Qin Wentian exploited the combat scenario to further acquaint himself with his newfound true intent. Gradually, his strikes became less ferocious, his control more precise, allowing him to expend just the right amount of energy against Di Shi. Following another exchange, their bodies parted. Di Shi's visage contorted in unspeakable frustration.

Qin Wentian summoned a mortal-ranked halberd into his grasp. Ordinary weapons were permitted, provided they weren't of divine caliber.

His blood surged, and Qin Wentian's physique took on an almost godlike aura. With the halberd in hand, he exuded an air of tyranny.

The halberd shimmered with a terrifying glow. Di Shi launched an attack, an azure roc's talon slashing through the heavens, its potency capable of shaking the very firmament. But before the strike could land, Qin Wentian's halberd swung, and in an instant, the talon crumbled into oblivion.

Di Shi's expression twisted into a grotesque mask of rage as he encircled Qin Wentian at breakneck speed, delivering a relentless barrage of attacks. Yet Qin Wentian remained unperturbed, even closing his eyes as he effortlessly parried Di Shi's onslaught with casual sweeps of his halberd. No matter how fast Di Shi attacked, Qin Wentian easily countered with a nonchalant strike.

"Qin Wentian has unlocked the true intent of his Mandates. Achieving this feat at the seventh level of Heavenly Dipper is nothing short of monstrous."

"Is he using Di Shi as a sparring partner? While Di Shi seems to be taking the initiative, he poses no real threat to Qin Wentian, who is using him to refine his proficiency in wielding the true intent of his Mandate."

The majority of spectators were astounded, even the venerable Celestial Phenomenon Realm experts among them. Qin Wentian's perception was nothing short of prodigious. Within moments of grasping the true intent, he had already achieved an initial level of proficiency that defied belief.

The futility of his relentless attacks infuriated Di Shi, plunging him into a deep, abject humiliation.

Qin Wentian's improvement was undeniable, yet it remained a far cry from the spectators' expectations. Though he now wielded the true intent of Force, he struggled to seamlessly integrate it into his attacks. The notion of instantly overpowering Di Shi upon grasping true intent was nothing short of fanciful. However, with the passage of time, he noticed a growing ease in deflecting Di Shi's strikes, bending them to his will.

"True intent, simplicity born of complexity, absolute control according to one's will," Qin Wentian contemplated, deepening his understanding of this formidable concept. True intent within martial mandates embodied a supreme level of control, a control dictated by one's desires—a power so potent that it defied belief.

Take, for instance, Wu Teng's true intent of the Mandate of Axe. With each swing, he cleaved through obstacles effortlessly, as if willing them apart. Qin Wentian's true intent of the Mandate of Force, however, surpassed even that remarkable control.

"My perception has sharpened since unlocking true intent, particularly in regard to force. I can now manipulate various forces with precision, even discerning the force behind my opponent's every strike," Qin Wentian mused. His focus on refining this absolute control was unrelenting. His capacity to effortlessly counter Di Shi's attacks stemmed from a heightened perception, allowing him to grasp every nuance of force embedded within them.

In a pivotal moment, Qin Wentian's halberd met Di Shi's palm head-on. Qin Wentian mirrored the exact force utilized, effectively neutralizing Di Shi's assault. To the observer, this appeared casual and effortless, but only those who had unlocked a true intent could grasp its intricacies. Qin Wentian surmised that Wu Teng experienced a similar sensation each time he wielded his axe.

Di Shi finally ceased his attacks and hovered in mid-air, his gaze locked onto Qin Wentian. Realization dawned on him that he could no longer continue this confrontation, sensing Qin Wentian's burgeoning mastery of the true intent of Force.

"A truce," Di Shi declared tersely.

"A truce?" Qin Wentian quirked an eyebrow, bemused. "You wish to fight and then stop whenever you please? Who do you think you are?"

Was Di Shi playing the role of a jester?

"What, then, do you desire?" Di Shi's tone took on an icy edge.

Qin Wentian responded with a frosty smile, his halberd advancing toward Di Shi as he approached. The halberd's radiant aura intensified, while astral energy within his Yuanfu surged. His body was ensconced in astral armor, a shimmering runic light cascading around him. In this moment, Qin Wentian resembled a god of war, unrivaled and indomitable.

Buzz!

Several incarnations of Qin Wentian materialized, advancing simultaneously. Their footsteps resonated as if striking at the core of Di Shi's being.

"I seek your life," Qin Wentian declared with a frigid edge. As he stepped forward, his incarnations surged ahead, encircling Di Shi. A myriad of ancient halberds erupted into existence, each exuding cataclysmic might capable of rending the heavens and earth asunder. The overwhelming sensation gripped the spectators in breathless awe.

A ghastly blood-red radiance enshrouded Di Shi as the aura of a veritable azure roc exploded from his being. Then, an actual azure roc soared through the air, ablaze with dazzling brilliance and brimming with irresistible power—a strike that seemed destined to engulf Qin Wentian in sheer despair.

A cascade of ancient halberds thrust through the azure roc's hide, rupturing its form with raw, surging force. Amidst the chaos, several incarnations materialized around Di Shi, creating a formidable barrier of ferocious, primordial birds of prey. It was as though he reigned supreme among these ancient beasts, guarding himself against the relentless onslaught.

In a desperate bid to create distance between himself and Qin Wentian, Di Shi retreated, a string of expletives escaping his lips. He felt an impending cataclysm of destruction racing toward him. Summoning every ounce of his strength, he braced for impact. But the moment he glimpsed Qin Wentian's third eye opening, countless doppelgangers of Qin Wentian emerged, each brandishing ancient halberds aimed squarely at him.

"Dreadful!" Di Shi muttered, a surge of destructive energy closing in. He struggled to distinguish reality from illusion as the countless incarnations of Qin Wentian circled him. Which among them was the true threat? Which were mere mirages?

In the midst of his disorienting turmoil, an ancient halberd pierced through the very center of Di Shi's forehead, soundlessly and seamlessly emerging from the void. He desperately tried to discern truth from fiction, but the lethal blow had been concealed within the ethereal veil of uncertainty.

With the halberd's penetration, a cataclysm erupted within Di Shi's mind, extinguishing his thoughts as death claimed him on the spot.

Witnessing this, every combatant on the Sacred Battle Platform and the surrounding spectators collectively held their breath. What they saw defied belief. Though the fight between Di Shi and Qin Wentian was bound to end in one fatality, the rules stipulated that only one could depart the platform alive, sealing the fate of the other. As Di Shi's life ebbed away, the onlookers struggled to reconcile the harsh reality before them.

These two combatants held immense significance—one was a burgeoning talent ascending through the ranks of the Royal Sacred Region, outshining even Gu Liufeng with his radiant brilliance. The other, Di Shi, was among the eight peerless geniuses of an era, a scion of the revered Di Clan.

While they understood that a death in this battle was inevitable, the shock of its actual occurrence reverberated through them all, leaving the Sacred Battle Platform in a stifling silence.

All eyes converged on Qin Wentian, the audacious youth whose single, audacious act had reshaped their world. He had now cemented his place as the pinnacle of the Immortal Martial Realm. While the realm assessed innate potential, today, on the Sacred Battle Platform, Qin Wentian had triumphed over Di Shi, rewriting his destiny. None could dispute his claim to ascension, not even the eight era-suppressing geniuses could halt his inexorable rise.

Di Shi had arrived at this fateful encounter with a single, relentless purpose: to hunt down and vanquish Qin Wentian. Armed with a potent and secret trump card, he'd embarked on this quest with the utmost confidence. But, as fate would have it, the script of destiny unfolded in a way few could have foreseen. Di Shi's life would answer Qin Wentian's unspoken challenge, a testament to the capricious nature of destiny itself.

Reflecting upon their initial encounter, the stark contrast was undeniable. Di Shi had exuded an air of arrogance and invincibility, striding boldly into the realms of superiority. Yet, in the grand scheme of their intertwined destinies, he would become the one to meet a premature demise. His brilliance, though it had briefly illuminated the annals of the Royal Sacred Region, had dimmed prematurely, replaced by the ascendancy of another—a demon-level genius of unparalleled brilliance scaling the apex.

Qin Wentian's audacious feat marked a pivotal moment in this era, cementing his name in the annals of history. As the first to fell an era-suppressing genius, he loomed as a figure that outshone even the fabled eight. Some pondered if he might stand alone in this achievement, a testament to his extraordinary prowess within the younger generation.

Among those present, the members of the venerable Di Clan, one of the seven supreme clans, watched with eyes reddened by intense fury and grief. Their collective fury surged, reaching for the heavens themselves. Both of their prodigious scions, the Di brothers, had met their tragic end at the hands of a single man.

Di Shi had met his demise, and the cruel reality of this fact continued to gnaw at their souls, a bitter pill they were loath to swallow.

Not far from the seething Di Clan, members of the Divine Weapon Academy, including Moon, Shen Jing, and others, stood in mute witness to this extraordinary spectacle. Their hearts quivered with indescribable emotions as they beheld the resplendent figure before them.

He, the harbinger of Di Shi's downfall, had triumphed where others had faltered. In the sacred annals of history, he had carved a new chapter by defeating Di Shi of the supreme Di Clan, forever etching his name in the annals of legends.