Chapter 937: Clash of Titans

The three facing Hong Lian, the Golden-Winged Roc, and True Lord Xuanjian spotted a middle-aged man in pale yellow Daoist robes. Their spirits lifted at once as if salvation had arrived.

“Lord of Luofu Mountain!?”

True Lord Xuanjian’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.

As a veteran Nascent Soul, he had of course heard of Luofuzi.

He knew the man was one of the top giants of the Southern Desolation and the Northern Region, far beyond his league.

Earlier, when he heard True Lord Qingcang shout “Lord of Luofu Mountain,” he’d already been shocked.

He suspected their challenge at the Immortal City of Damengze had something to do with that Nascent Soul giant.

He never expected the Lord of Luofu Mountain to show up in person.

Right now he wore a grim look, fingers tightening on his sword.

“Who are you?”

Lu Changsheng didn’t recognize Luofuzi.

But from True Lord Qingcang’s plea, the looks on everyone’s faces, and the man’s aura, he guessed this was the Northern giant—Lord of Luofu Mountain.

“I am Luofuzi. I’ve long heard of Fellow Yangming and came to pay my respects.”

The middle-aged man in pale yellow robes spoke calmly.

High-bridged nose, austere face, agarwood prayer beads turning between his fingers—there was none of the oppressive air of a top giant. He seemed a quiet, detached Daoist.

“Luofuzi?”

Like Lu Changsheng, Hong Lian had only heard the name.

But she was holding the city’s grand array.

From how Luofuzi’s aura ignored the array, she could tell his cultivation was unfathomable—already mid Nascent Soul, not much weaker than her past life.

“What is going on, another Nascent Soul True Lord?”

“That’s eight Nascent Soul True Lords already. Add True Lord Golden Roc and it’s nine!”

“The City Lord’s wife is holding the array and contending with a Nascent Soul. That makes her half a Nascent Soul cultivator at least.”

“Never thought I’d live to witness a scene like this.”

“I hope this fight doesn’t escalate. The city’s formation feels like it’s at its limit.”

In the Immortal City of Damengze, not many knew Luofuzi by sight.

After all, the Jiang Kingdom was a remote corner of the Southern Desolation.

Without Core Formation, you would never even get close to a giant like the Lord of Luofu Mountain.

Even those who had heard of him wouldn’t recognize him.

But seeing yet another Nascent Soul appear above the city, everyone was stunned, dry-throated, speechless.

On normal days, Nascent Soul True Lords are lofty figures, rarely glimpsed, here one moment and gone the next.

Yet today, eight showed up at once.

Count the Golden-Winged Roc, a fourth-rank demon king, and that made nine.

Nine Nascent Souls gathered—this was a once-in-a-century sight for them.

They felt no excitement, only dread.

They feared the fight would escalate and spill into the city.

When immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Just now, when Hong Lian held the Nine Calamity Sword against the Golden-Winged Roc and five Nascent Souls, the city shook so hard it barely held together.

If the pressure ramped up past the array’s limit, every cultivator inside would be in trouble.

“I hope the City Lord can resolve this.”

“Even with True Lord Yangming sitting in town, a few years back troublemakers caused a major incident, and now more Nascent Souls provoke us. This place may not be fit to live in.”

Some prayed for safety, while others felt the city was too dangerous and planned to move.

“Since you’ve come to pay respects, rest to the side for now. Once I’m done here, we’ll share tea and discuss the Dao.”

Lu Changsheng held the Nine Calamity Sword as Chaos Manifestation roared through him, countering the void force Luofuzi stirred.

Then his gaze cooled. “Or are you planning to meddle?”

Luofuzi’s name was thunderous—a top Nascent Soul giant.

But by his estimation, True Lord Qingcang’s group had most likely come under Luofuzi’s orders.

Under those circumstances, Lu Changsheng had no reason to be polite.

Luofuzi’s eyes were as deep as an ancient pool. He rolled the beads and said, “I mean no such thing. I’ve come to mediate.”

“These people and I go way back. I hope Fellow Yangming will do me the favor of letting the matter rest today.”

“I will have them pay a sufficient price as compensation.”

He was confident he could snatch away at most True Lord Jinfeng and two others.

But he had no way to extract True Lord Yin Lei and True Lord Qingcang.

If those two fell into Lu Changsheng’s hands and spilled everything, they’d form an enmity anyway. Better to trade straight up, pay compensation, and ease the grudge for now.

This was how most Nascent Souls settled feuds in the cultivation world.

If you weren’t sure of a kill, you didn’t brawl.

Lose, and you pay the price as compensation.

Otherwise, once tempers flared and injuries or treasure damage piled up, the feud only escalated. Hardly worth it.

Lu Changsheng let out a short laugh, as if he’d heard a grand joke. “Who do you think you are? First meeting and you want me to sell you face? What’s your face worth?”

“These five are already prisoners in my hand. If you leave now, I’ll act like nothing happened. If not, don’t blame me for being rude.”

He had only taken two so far.

But the remaining three were already sheep waiting for slaughter.

Once they became prisoners, their possessions would be his. Why accept someone else’s mediation and compensation?

The three Nascent Souls facing Hong Lian, the Golden-Winged Roc, and True Lord Xuanjian went pale with shock.

They hadn’t expected True Lord Yangming to be this domineering.

Facing Luofuzi, a top giant, he gave no face at all.

A Northern top giant like the Lord of Luofu Mountain wasn’t famous for his realm.

He was famous for hard-won victories.

Just like True Lord Yangming, who pacified the Liang-Yue War and captured or killed six Nascent Souls alone, cementing his status as a Northern giant.

As a Northern top giant, the Lord of Luofu Mountain had an equally dazzling record—slaying multiple Nascent Souls and even mid fourth-rank demon kings.

But seeing True Lord Yangming and Luofuzi at each other’s throats thrilled them.

If the two clashed, they could seize the chance to run.

Boom!

The spiritual energy above the city abruptly stalled.

“Fellow Yangming, one should always leave some leeway. Otherwise there will be consequences you can’t undo. Or do you truly think yourself invincible?”

Luofuzi’s robes snapped in the wind. Mountains and rivers unfurled around him, a vast world blooming at his back, spectacular and imposing.

It was a domain divine ability.

Similar to Lu Changsheng’s Chaos Manifestation, but more domineering.

A majestic world of mountains and rivers blanketed the heavens. Everyone present, even the entire Immortal City of Damengze, felt an invisible pressure. Even Lu Changsheng’s Chaos Manifestation was affected.

The one under the most strain was Hong Lian.

Her Nascent Soul spirit feared no such pressure.

But she was controlling the city array, and Luofuzi’s domain was heavily suppressing the entire city.

“Good, very good. You send people to provoke my city, then lecture me about leaving leeway!”

Lu Changsheng laughed in anger. “Whether I’m invincible, I don’t know. Let’s go beyond the heavens and fight. If you win, this ends today and you take all five!”

“If I win, don’t blame me for what comes next.”

Luofuzi was a Northern giant, and Lu Changsheng had spent a lot of energy rushing back on the Misty Dust Banner.

Even so, he was confident in his strength.

As long as the opponent wasn’t late-stage Nascent Soul, he dared to fight—and win.

Besides the Nine Calamity Sword, the Sun-Moon Yin-Yang Mirror, and the Spring and Autumn Cicada, he had another trump card.

The Turtle Immortal Patriarch.

After receiving Hong Lian’s urgent message on Penglai Island, Lu Changsheng divined trouble in the city.

So he didn’t leave the Turtle Immortal on Penglai. He brought him back.

But too many eyes were on him. He held too many secrets and was already in the spotlight. Best to be discreet.

The Immortal City of Damengze was too fragile anyway.

If he fought the Lord of Luofu Mountain here and the Turtle Immortal joined in, even if they didn’t level the city, the casualties would be horrific.

Better to fight beyond the heavens and cut loose.

Luofuzi studied Lu Changsheng, curious where this confidence came from.

From a brief exchange, he saw that while Lu Changsheng’s physique surpassed his, his cultivation and mana did not.

As for divine abilities and treasures—

His name resounded across the Southern Desolation and the Northern Region for a reason.

“In that case, I’ll sample Fellow Yangming’s divine abilities.”

Luofuzi decided to gauge this new giant’s strength and methods.

He had no confidence in subduing or killing Lu Changsheng in one go.

But through exchanges he could find weaknesses, invite three to five friends, set an ambush, and make a play.

Not to mention, he had a keen eye on the Nine Calamity Sword in Lu Changsheng’s hand.

He felt the blade was anything but ordinary—like a spirit treasure, a secret treasure, perhaps an odd treasure.

“Golden Roc, you and Fellow Xuanjian keep watch here.”

Lu Changsheng spoke to True Lord Xuanjian and the Golden-Winged Roc.

As he spoke, he clenched his fist and slammed it into True Lord Qingcang’s side, making him spit blood and shattering his bones.

Then he tossed him and the mana-sealed True Lord Yin Lei into the Divine Maiden’s Furnace.

This spirit treasure held the Law of Lust, able to influence others’ emotions, thoughts, and desires.

Now Lu Changsheng was using it as a temporary prison to hold Nascent Souls.

After all, a Nascent Soul’s spirit body could ignore ordinary restraints.

If he locked them up anywhere else, once they recovered they could burn their Nascent Soul essence and flee.

“Let’s go,” Lu Changsheng said blandly to Luofuzi, face unreadable.

“Be careful, husband,” Hong Lian warned. She knew Luofuzi was not comparable to True Lord Pinghai and the others from years past.

“Don’t worry.” Lu Changsheng smiled at her.

“Wait here for my return.”

Luofuzi spoke lightly to True Lord Jinfeng and the other two, treating them as stakes.

“We wish the Mountain Lord a triumphant return.”

The three spoke up, though they looked sour.

They might be no match for Lu Changsheng or Luofuzi, but in normal times they stood high above, revered by thousands.

Now they were being used as wagers.

It was a great humiliation.

But neither Lu Changsheng nor Luofuzi were people they could offend. They had to obey.

Mostly, they had confidence in Luofuzi.

They believed that a man who had shaken the Northern Region for over a century was stronger than the newly risen True Lord Yangming.

Even if True Lord Yangming was a mysterious reincarnated great cultivator.

“What just happened?”

Cultivators in the city saw no fight break out. Hong Lian, the Golden-Winged Roc, and True Lord Xuanjian still faced the three Nascent Souls, while Lu Changsheng and Luofuzi had vanished.

They were baffled and had no idea what was going on.

Those with some knowledge guessed the two had gone beyond the heavens or into the Great Void to fight.

A Nascent Soul duel was too overwhelming. If it spilled out—

The so-called Heavens Beyond the Heavens was the highest layer of the Nine Heavens’ Gale.

The gales there were fiercer. Even treasures could be ground to dust. Only Nascent Souls could stand there.

But for Lu Changsheng and Luofuzi, that level of gale posed no pressure.

“Here will do.”

Lu Changsheng stood tall in his black cloak, Nine Calamity Sword in hand, facing Luofuzi in pale yellow robes.

“Since that’s the case, let me see your divine abilities.”

Luofuzi watched him with eyes like a still, bottomless pool. His sleeve flicked as he struck first.

A pale yellow mist surged. It looked soft, yet it tore through the howling gale, rolling toward Lu Changsheng to engulf him.

Clang!

The Nine Calamity Sword thrummed as blades of sword-grass bloomed around Lu Changsheng, churning out endless, crushing sword qi.

When that sword qi met the pale yellow mist, metal rang against metal in an ear-splitting screech.

“Such keen sword qi. Such a sharp sword art.”

Luofuzi knew ordinary methods were meaningless against True Lord Yangming.

He tossed his agarwood beads into the air. They swelled atop his head and fired deep umber beams that wove into the Nine Peaks Agarwood Barrier.

It not only focused mind and gathered qi to amplify divine abilities, it also blocked arts and all manner of attacks.

Right after, a wooden staff appeared in his hand, two dragons playing with a pearl, one holding a brown gem, the other blue.

The staff turned into a world-pillar, blocking sheets of Nine-Leaf sword qi. The beads above and his aura fused into a splendid land of mountains and rivers.

Peaks towered, silver falls hung like silk, ancient trees soared, and great rivers thundered, all crushing down on Lu Changsheng.

“He’s refined his Nascent Soul domain to a high level and paired it with divine abilities and a set of treasures to form a peerless field—suppressing others while boosting himself!”

Lu Changsheng understood why Luofuzi was a Northern top giant.

Not only had he pushed his Nascent Soul divine abilities deep, he also had a matched set of treasures to complement them.

If Lu Changsheng had condensed his Nascent Soul Domain, he could cast the Yin-Yang Life-and-Death Realm now. Even if he couldn’t overpower that field, he wouldn’t be so affected.

Unfortunately, he still hadn’t condensed the signature “domain” of a Nascent Soul.

Luckily his physical divine ability had a similar effect and could form a small independent world.

“Chaos Manifestation!”

His blood and mana roared. Bones crackled as his body rose taller. Chaos surged around him, dragon and phoenix coiling at his sides. He charged Luofuzi with the Nine Calamity Sword.

But Chaos Manifestation ran on blood and body alone. It wasn’t enough to break through Luofuzi’s layered offense.

At least the Nine Abyss Black Tortoise Armor on his body and the peerless edge of the Nine Calamity Sword tore the void with his sword qi, forcing even Luofuzi to avoid a direct clash.

“Fellow Yangming, why not use your Nascent Soul Domain?”

Luofuzi wielded the Xuanqing Twin-Dragon Staff, driving towering mountains and surging rivers to bombard and suppress Lu Changsheng.

The Nascent Soul Domain was a hallmark of the realm.

Compared to a law domain, it was a major upgrade.

It could serve as a portable space, or a dueling ground, isolating arts, forming fields, binding and suppressing opponents.

Often you could read a cultivator’s foundation from his domain.

Lu Changsheng had formed a field like a small world.

But Luofuzi could tell at a glance it was a physical divine ability, not a Nascent Soul Domain.

“You’re that eager to see my methods?”

Calm, Lu Changsheng knew the sword alone wouldn’t get him close to Luofuzi.

A Yin-Yang Dao Flower opened above his head.

A wisp of Yin-Yang Origin shot from his crown and merged with the flower.

It slowly bloomed into a figure identical to Lu Changsheng.

One Qi Transforming Yin and Yang.

Lu Changsheng used one of his trump cards.

“Hm?” Luofuzi’s ancient-well eyes narrowed. He couldn’t read this incarnation at all.

The Yin-Yang Dao Body cast the Yin-Yang One Qi Great Capture, seized a towering mountain, then spun the Yin-Yang Chaos Grinding Mill.

“An external incarnation, a second body?”

He had first suspected an illusion. Seeing it use the same arts as Lu Changsheng, he couldn’t help his shock.

External incarnations were harsh to cultivate and required splitting the spirit and consciousness.

Even with a top-tier treasure for forging one, he hadn’t tried.

He had planned to wait until late-stage Nascent Soul.

He hadn’t expected True Lord Yangming to have succeeded.

It was astounding.

“Mountain and River Suppressing Peaks Dao Body!”

One hand gripped the Xuanqing Twin-Dragon Staff while the other pinched a seal.

A mountain took form behind him, turning into a giant over thirty feet tall. One eye glowed with emerald waterlight, the other burned with red earthfire. It charged the Yin-Yang Dao Body to disrupt the grinding mill.

Lu Changsheng mused that few Core Formation cultivators mastered a Dao Body, but most notable Nascent Souls did.

True Lord Xuanjian had one; now the Lord of Luofu Mountain had one too.

“Brahma Demon True Form!” A massive figure of interwoven golden radiance and black demonic miasma, three-headed and six-armed, rose behind Lu Changsheng.

But his Brahma Demon True Form was only at small accomplishment.

He had only condensed the basic orifices and hadn’t yet filled the bones, meridians, and flesh to link them all as one.

His Mountain-Moving Whip was with the Zhenhai Patriarch for reforging, leaving him only the Yuan Ci Five Elements Mountain. It couldn’t match Luofuzi’s Dao Body.

Especially since Luofuzi’s Dao Body was linked to his domain. Lines of geomantic power poured into it like the spirits of mountains and rivers, boosting its might.

“Is this all, Fellow Yangming? I’ve heard that besides the roc, you have a giant whale spirit pet and a fourth-rank puppet. Where are they?”

His Dao Body pressed down on the Brahma Demon True Form. Luofuzi’s gaze turned cold.

He patted his spirit pet bag.

A surge of demonic miasma poured out.

A massive Two-Headed Earth Dragon appeared.

Its body was covered in dark brown scales like cast iron from the depths of the earth.

Two heads split from a thick neck, not even a yard apart, yet each radiated a different kind of ferocity.

The left head was slightly bulkier, with three rhombic vertical pupils on its brow, glowing molten red like liquid iron.

The right head was longer, covered in dusky gray soft scales. Its pupils were narrow as a snake’s, shining deep blue.

It was a fourth-rank demon king.

As a “top beast-taming master of the Southern Desolation,” Lu Changsheng saw at a glance that this Two-Headed Earth Dragon had extraordinary blood, almost at mid fourth-rank.

“Roar!” The Two-Headed Earth Dragon glared at Lu Changsheng, roared, and lunged with a bloodline art.

“Cultivation, divine abilities, treasures, spirit pets… so this is what a Northern Nascent Soul giant really brings to the table.”

Lu Changsheng had met mid-stage ones like Shen Jianjia, the Zhenhai Patriarch, and Mo Luo.

But this was his first time witnessing a top giant’s methods this directly.

Beyond treasures and pets, his divine abilities crushed him by a whole tier.

Treasure-wise, he relied mainly on the Sun-Moon Yin-Yang Mirror.

He had a number of other spirit treasures, but few that were a natural set. His life-bound Yin-Yang Diagram was damaged.

“I still lack time and accumulation.”

Compared to Luofuzi, he knew what he lacked was years of buildup.

Give him a few decades to fill the gaps in arts and treasures and he’d have no weaknesses and would crush the other side.

But this was not the time for sentiment.

He tapped his storage ring. A black war chariot surfaced, its surface traced with gold and scarlet lines like carved ancient beasts—the Hunting God Chariot.

Though a battlefield killer, it wasn’t useless in a one-on-one duel.

He hadn’t used it before because it lacked a powerful beast soul.

After breaking Beast God Mountain, he enslaved a mid fourth-rank Dragon-Croc beast soul.

“Roar!”

A dark red Dragon-Croc beast soul roared out of the chariot and charged the Two-Headed Earth Dragon without fear of death.

Dragon-Croc was a king spawned by Beast God Mountain, so its soul wasn’t as strong as a true mid fourth-rank beast king.

But holding the Two-Headed Earth Dragon for a while wouldn’t be a problem.

Meanwhile, Lu Changsheng himself closed in on the Two-Headed Earth Dragon.

How could Luofuzi let him maim his pet?

A fourth-rank demon king was tough, but a serious injury meant years, even decades of recovery and huge expense.

He swung the Xuanqing Twin-Dragon Staff. It became a hundred-zhang pillar, like the world’s axis crashing down in a terrifying strike.

The Yin-Yang Dao Body met it head-on, the “Yin-Yang Chaos Grinding Mill” rumbling over its head, its power to invert life and death surging, as if to bury heaven and earth.

Even faced with that mill, Luofuzi’s life-bound treasure couldn’t help but have its spirit damaged.

“What is this method?”

Luofuzi’s face changed. The raw power of the art was within his tolerance, but its effects were shocking.

If he forced it with his treasure, its spirit would pay dearly.

No cultivator wanted that.

He let out a low shout. Like a mountain collapsing, waves of sound rolled forth. Countless peaks formed within his resplendent mountains-and-rivers, pounding the Yin-Yang Dao Body in rapid succession to wear it down.

Then he tossed a seal from his waist. It sank between his Dao Body’s brows, forming a faint golden vertical eye that spat clusters of intricate talisman script to suppress the Yin-Yang Dao Body.

Boom, boom, boom—

Blow for blow, though Luofuzi suppressed Lu Changsheng across cultivation, divine abilities, treasures, and pets and kept him at bay,

He couldn’t finish Lu Changsheng quickly either.

“His physique is monstrous, and he has that sword, that incarnation. Taking him down will be very hard.”

Luofuzi’s expression darkened as he realized Lu Changsheng was even more troublesome than expected.

He had thought he could defeat him easily, though killing him would be hard.

Now he felt defeating Lu Changsheng would cost him.

And that was without the golden roc and the fourth-rank puppet at his side.

“Poison!?”

His face sank. A thought reached him from his spirit pet—it had been poisoned.

He’d sensed a faint trace of poison in Lu Changsheng’s methods earlier.

But his Nine Peaks Agarwood Barrier could block and detoxify poison.

He hadn’t expected his pet to be poisoned so fast.

A fourth-rank demon king’s physique far exceeds a human’s, and its poison resistance is outstanding.

“So he also uses such insidious tricks!”

Luofuzi’s voice turned cold. “Fellow Daoist, a grand Nascent Soul giant stooping to lowly poison arts.”

There were top poison True Lords in the Central Region of the Southern Desolation,

But many still deemed poison a dirty path.

“Heh. Then show me your upright methods.”

Lu Changsheng thought, if he really wanted to be dirty, he’d toss out the Poison Spirit from Ao Long right now. If it came down to poison resistance, the other side could forget it.

Sensing his Yin-Yang Dao Body was about to dissipate, he pushed it even harder to the front to bait Luofuzi.

The nastiest part of this art was that when the Dao Body died, aside from some Yin-Yang Origin loss, it wouldn’t hurt him.

Luofuzi didn’t know the trick and took it for a second body. He would want to destroy it.

Sure enough—

Seeing the Dao Body grow reckless without enough protection, murderous intent surged in Luofuzi’s eyes. He went to destroy it first.

His hands sealed. The Xuanqing Twin-Dragon Staff became a roaring water dragon and fire dragon, tearing through gales and the void.

The Dao Body’s brow seal flared bright. Endless talisman script intertwined, falling like chains to suppress the Dao Body.

“Now!”

As Luofuzi committed, his field wavered. Lu Changsheng’s eyes hardened. A clear cicada cry rose from his chest.

The Spring and Autumn Cicada.

It didn’t strip lifespan.

Against someone like Luofuzi, it could strip years, but not deliver a killing blow.

This chirp’s power over time and years reversed and tore open the barrier from the beads and the domain’s invisible field.

“What method is this?”

Luofuzi frowned in surprise. He didn’t think of the legendary Spring and Autumn Cicada from the chirp, only that his treasure and domain had stumbled.

But with the chance to kill the Dao Body, he didn’t pass it up.

Boom! The Yin-Yang Dao Body shattered under his full strike, dissolving into endless Yin-Yang motes.

“No, that’s not an external incarnation! Some kind of avatar art? But how can an avatar be so indistinguishable from the true body!”

He immediately sensed something was off, shock flickering across his face.

Right then, out of nowhere, he sensed an old man with a turtle-like back behind him.

Who was this?

A chill ran through Luofuzi’s heart.

As a Northern giant, his spirit dwarfed that of ordinary Nascent Souls.

He was only half a step from late-stage Nascent Soul.

Yet he hadn’t noticed this old man’s approach.

Or rather, he only sensed him with spiritual intuition once the man drew close.

The old man felt like a mortal, no aura leaking at all.

But this was the Heavens Beyond the Heavens.

Gales howled without end. Anything below Nascent Soul couldn’t stand here.

Before he could think more, the turtle-backed old man moved, striking at him.

His frame was bent and thin, yet when he moved he was like a world-spanning dragon turtle, heavy and crushing.

The void here was sturdier than elsewhere.

Yet when the old man struck, it twisted and sagged.

“Yangming brat, no honor at all, ambushing me with help!”

Luofuzi’s heart pounded. He couldn’t help cursing, unable to tell where Lu Changsheng had found such a top demon king.

He had no time for anything else. He rushed to raise absolute defenses.

“Heh. I may be inferior in cultivation and arts, but duels between cultivators aren’t just cultivation and arts. There are spirit pets and treasures too!”

Lu Changsheng snorted inwardly. In his sea of consciousness, the Taiyi Spirit unleashed the God-Devouring Technique, a soul secret art.

He’d never planned to defeat Luofuzi head-on.

He planned to feign weakness, wait for an opening, and go for a killing blow.

What if he failed and made an enemy?

The man had sent five Nascent Souls to cause trouble at his doorstep. Why should he worry about later?

If the first strike didn’t kill, he’d make a second!

With his current means, he refused to believe he couldn’t box in and kill a mid-stage Nascent Soul.

The golden little man in his sea of consciousness formed seals and spat a string of cryptic syllables, half song, half curse, slamming into Luofuzi’s brow and sea of consciousness.

But Luofuzi was, after all, a Northern giant.

His spirit was half a step from late-stage, and he had a superior soul-path treasure guarding his sea of consciousness.

Faced with the soul art, he only staggered in spirit.

But duels between Nascent Souls are decided in a flash.

A moment’s disruption was enough.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Turtle Immortal Patriarch’s brutal assault tore through layers of gale, a flood of destruction hammering Luofuzi’s mountains-and-rivers field.

The collisions boomed through the firmament.

Overwhelming mana and demon power crashed together, waves of tangible destruction raging across the Heavens Beyond the Heavens like ghosts crying and gods howling.

The prayer beads above Luofuzi’s head trembled madly with a humming roar.

The Nine Peaks Agarwood Barrier and the mountains-and-rivers domain that Lu Changsheng couldn’t break before now caved and cracked.