"Well, I suppose you have a point," Yun Taizhu admitted. "But that child overstepped his bounds and killed the patriarch of my generation. He must pay the price."
"If you want to lay a hand on him, you'll have to defeat first."
"Suit yourself."
Suddenly, ti ruptured.
Their movents were so fast that even light couldn't keep up. In one instant, they were still; in the next, entire galaxies trembled.
[Infinite Annihilation]
Yun Taizhu struck first. He gripped his black sword with both hands and brought it down. But this was no ordinary sword strike.
Space tore apart. The laws of existence crumbled.
A wave of annihilating force was unleashed—a force that devoured stars and erased the very concept of existence. Hundreds of light-years of void vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed.
But just before this devastating force could reach Ling Weitian—
[Fate Arrow]
Ling Weitian raised his bow without hesitation. A radiant arrow ford in his grasp—not made of matter, but of fate itself. He intertwined the threads of ti and space and released it.
"If you claim the right to dictate fate, then allow to respond in kind."
The arrow shot forth.
Not only did it pierce through Yun Taizhu's annihilating force, but it bypassed the concept of probability itself. If there was even a 1% chance that Yun Taizhu would be struck—this arrow would make that possibility a certainty.
Yun Taizhu's eyes widened in shock. At the last mont, he barely dodged, but the arrow grazed his shoulder, leaving behind a small yet deadly wound.
"That was vicious, Weitian. As always, one can never underestimate a monster like you."
"Hahaha, naturally."
[Sovereign of Ruin]
Yun Taizhu's expression darkened. He raised his hand and grasped the galaxies—yes, he seized them like withering flowers—and then, with raw brute force, crushed them.
"Before , nothing remains!"
The shattered fragnts of the cosmos shot toward Ling Weitian. But this was more than re physical destruction. Each fragnt carried a lethal concept—to be struck by it was to lose all aning of existence.
Ling Weitian frowned. He couldn't leave this attack unanswered.
He was also a little surprised—this old man was stronger than he had expected.
[Genesis Rebellion]
Ling Weitian took a deep breath. He ran his fingers along his Eternal Bow, and in that mont, the very fabric of existence shifted.
"You only destroy… but I create."
As he drew his bow once more, from nothingness, a new galaxy was born.
Where Yun Taizhu had scattered ruin, Ling Weitian restored life. The newly-ford galaxies beca an impenetrable barrier, absorbing the force of Yun Taizhu's attack.
For the first ti, Yun Taizhu fell silent.
"A power that even resists destruction… Interesting."
He hadn't expected Ling Weitian to have cultivated the Dao of Creation—and to such a level, no less.
Ling Weitian simply narrowed his eyes. He had lived for billions of years. Naturally, to keep himself from getting bored, he had to cultivate multiple Daos.
[Endless Dominion]
This ti, they both attacked simultaneously.
Yun Taizhu raised his sword, summoning a new concept—"Absolute Power." A strike that nothing could survive.
Ling Weitian drew his bow, releasing the opposing concept—"Absolute Negation." A strike that nullified all truths.
When the two forces collided—
Reality split apart.
The tremors were so violent that the fabric of existence began to fracture. Lines of light and darkness appeared across the void. Stars flickered out one by one.
"Damn it." Yun Taizhu scowled as he saw Ling Weitian still standing unhard.
He had expected his attack to at least wound this bastard.
"It's been a long ti since I had a battle like this."
In contrast, Ling Weitian looked excited.
It had been far too long since he had fought an opponent who could match him.
This battle… set his blood ablaze.
"It's not over yet, bastard!"
Yun Taizhu growled as he saw the smirk on Ling Weitian's face and prepared to attack once more, but—
A massive rupture appeared in space-ti.
From within it, dozens of colossal warships erged.
Ships forged from ancient tals, glowing with the sigils of the Tian Clan.
"Enough!"
A thunderous voice roared from the fleet. Blinding auras surged forth like a tide, forming a barrier between Ling Weitian and Yun Taizhu.
"I hope we're not too late!"
A heavy silence filled the void.
Yun Taizhu, still gripping his sword, frowned as he glared at the Tian warships.
Ling Weitian, without lowering his bow, smiled faintly. "It seems we have so uninvited guests."
The warships of the Tian Clan erged in the dark, chaotic sky. Golden beams of light radiated from them, casting the shadows of a colossal battle upon the land.
Among those ships, one of the largest and most majestic vessels opened its massive gates.
Tian Longsheng, the leader of the Tian Clan, stepped out—calm yet exuding absolute authority.
He wore a white robe adorned with a golden dragon, which seed almost alive, twisting and roaring with his every movent. His eyes shone like twin suns, and with each step, the very fabric of reality trembled.
"Yun Taizhu, did you think the Ling Clan stood alone?"
His thunderous voice echoed across the battlefield.
Yun Taizhu, who had stood unshaken until now, felt his eyes tremble for a brief mont.
Why had the Immortal Court not responded yet?
Why had they not sent reinforcents?
And as he laid eyes on the man the Tian Clan had sent, for the first ti since the war began
Fear crept into his heart.
Yet, he maintained his indifferent expression, a mocking smile forming on his lips.
"Interesting. I expected the Tian Clan to send soone of lower rank… but Longsheng himself has co?"
Tian Longsheng smirked. "Soone like you isn't even worthy of seeing . But when I caught the stench of filth and the Immortal Court's dogs, I decided I should witness it myself."
Ling Weitian, now once again standing on the battlefield, turned to Longsheng.
"They took the daughters of the Ling Clan hostage, just because they lost the battle."
The Tian Clan's leader chuckled, glancing at the captive girls before letting out a scornful laugh.
"This… is the pinnacle of weakness. A so-called powerful clan, resorting to taking children hostage just to claim dominance?"
He turned his gaze back to Yun Taizhu, his voice dripping with mockery.
"I must say, Yun Taizhu—your Yun Clan has truly fallen."
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