Beside the eight Heavenly Lords, there were two even more terrifyingly powerful figures.

They wore robes of truth.

A morally enlightened leader, the most powerful leader in the sacred land of truth, whose strength is even more mysterious and powerful than that of the Primordial Heavenly Lord!

The other one, exuding a strong aura of death, is the Lord of Death!

A full ten Heavenly Monarch level powerhouses!

Such a terrifying force is enough to easily crush any top sect outside of the three great holy lands of the immortal realm.

On the opposite side of the allied forces, Hua Tiandu, his face pale, led the remaining elders and disciples of the Feathered Ascension Sect, forming a battle formation and struggling to hold on.

Their eyes were filled with despair.

Standing alone before the allied forces was Fang Han.

At this moment, his demeanor was completely different from before.

Every gesture he makes is guided by laws, exuding an overwhelming aura.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with deep-seated hatred and brutal killing intent, as he stared intently in the direction of the Feathered Gate.

"Feng Baiyu! Aren't you coming out yet?"

His voice transformed into rolling thunder, resounding throughout the heavens and earth: "If you continue to cower like a coward, I will slaughter an entire main peak of the Feathered Ascension Sect with every passing breath, and crush your disciples and descendants into a bloody mist one by one!"

Fang Han's voice was icy and chilling.

He had been waiting for this day for far too long.

With the endless resources of the Origin Dynasty and the heaven-defying fortune of the Fengchan Altar, he not only ascended to the heavens in one step and became the supreme Heavenly Lord with the cultivation of ten Chaos Eras, but also refined that divine artifact of the heavens and wielded the power of the origin!

He felt more powerful than ever before!

He wanted to make that man taste all the pain he had ever experienced!

Hua Tiandu trembled with rage and roared, "Fang Han! You traitor! You beast! The Sect Master has treated you well, yet you dare to collude with foreign enemies and betray your master and ancestors!"

"Shut up!"

Fang Han's eyes sharpened, and he pointed a finger out from a distance.

A finger strike imbued with the power of origin pierced through the void in an instant, directly striking Hua Tiandu.

But at that moment...

The entire noisy world suddenly fell silent.

Before the dilapidated gate of the Feathered Ascension Sect, a portal silently opened in the void.

A figure in white stepped out.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as if he were not entering a battlefield filled with murderous intent, but stepping into his own backyard.

Behind him, one figure after another emerged.

Some are domineering and unparalleled, some are gentle and refined, some are exceptionally elegant, and some possess an overwhelming spirit.

They stood quietly behind the man in white.

Each person exuded an aura as deep as an abyss, as if they were ancient deities from the end of an era, descending to the mortal realm.

The entire allied forces, numbering in the tens of thousands, felt an involuntary urge to prostrate themselves in worship the moment they saw these dozen or so figures.

The pupils of the Ten Heavenly Kings suddenly contracted.

They were horrified to discover that they had absolutely no idea how deep those people were!

Heavenly Lord!

These people are actually Heavenly Lords!

How is that possible?

What exactly is the origin of this Feng Baiyu?

"Feng Baiyu!"

Fang Han stared intently at the white-clad figure at the head of the group, his teeth grinding together, an overwhelming hatred erupting from him. "You finally dared to show yourself!"

Zhao Feng's gaze swept over the devastated Yuhua Gate and finally landed on Fang Han.

His expression remained unchanged as he sneered, "Noisy."

"Noisy?"

Upon hearing these two words, Fang Han was first taken aback, then burst into laughter in extreme anger.

His laughter grew louder and more maniacal, carrying the supreme pressure of the Heavenly Emperor, shaking the heavens and earth.

"What a noisy bunch!"

"Feng Baiyu! You ruined my path, killed my beloved, and destroyed my sect! Today, I will show you what true clamor really is!"

Amidst Fang Han's roar, he moved!

Without the slightest hesitation, he used his cultivation level of ten Chaos Eras of Heavenly Monarch to push the Origin Power of the Fengchan Altar to its limit!

"Origin God Fist! Endless Origin!"

A punch was thrown!

In an instant.

Countless ancient and mysterious runes emerged from the void, the secrets of origin, the imprints of the beginning of all things.

The vast power of origin converged from all directions, transforming into a surging, roaring river, which rushed towards Zhao Feng along with his fist!

This punch.

This has already transcended the scope of an ordinary Heavenly Ruler.

Wherever the fist pointed, all paths crumbled and spacetime collapsed, as if to pull the entire world back to its original origin and return it to chaos!

The eight Heavenly Kings of the Origin Dynasty all showed approval in their eyes when they saw this punch.

This is exactly the result they wanted to see, despite all their resources being poured into it.

Fang Han's hatred and the domineering power of the Origin God Fist were perfectly combined.

They could almost see Feng Baiyu, their greatest threat, being annihilated by this single punch.

However.

Faced with a punch powerful enough to shake an era, Zhao Feng remained standing still, not even the hem of his clothes fluttering.

He simply raised his right hand calmly, extended his index finger, and gently touched the surging torrent of origin.

Everyone could see it clearly.

That finger landed precisely on Fang Han's fist.

Immediately afterwards.

The terrifying fist force, powerful enough to send a great world back to its origin, and the vast and boundless power of origin, melted, disintegrated, and annihilated silently the moment they touched the fingertips.

It was as if they had never existed.

"No...impossible!"

Fang Han's sinister smile froze instantly, replaced by endless horror and disbelief.

He sensed it.

His own power, his own Origin God Fist, was utterly insignificant in front of his opponent.

An indescribable, incomprehensible, and terrifying power that surpassed the limits of his cognition emanated from that finger.

Click!

A crisp sound of bone cracking echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Fang Han's Heavenly Monarch Fist, powerful enough to crush stars, shattered inch by inch, starting from his finger bones.

Immediately afterwards.

It's the wrist, it's the arm!

Bang!

An immense and unstoppable force erupted.

Fang Han was struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood. His body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing into several huge warships behind him before finally coming to a stop.

He looked down.

His right arm had been blown off at the shoulder.

One finger!

Just one finger!

He, a Heavenly Lord with ten Chaos Eras of cultivation and wielding divine artifacts, had one of his arms crippled by the opponent!

quiet!

A deathly silence!

The entire battlefield was completely stunned, whether it was the allied forces or the cultivators of the Feathered Gate.

The approval on the faces of the eight Heavenly Kings of the Origin Dynasty had long since turned into horror and terror.

"What...what kind of power is this?"

The Heavenly Lord of the River Chart, who was proficient in divination, screamed in despair.

The "River Diagram" in front of him spun wildly, but all that could be seen was chaos, making it impossible to deduce even a trace of the opponent's true nature.

"His power has transcended the realm of 'Tao'!"

Even the powerful Primordial Heavenly Lord's voice trembled.

He saw it most clearly.

The opponent's finger strike was purely an absolute force that crushed Fang Han's attack and shattered his arm.

This should never have happened!

Behind Zhao Feng, Ye Fan and the others remained calm.

"Attack together! Form the Eight Directions Witch God Formation!"

The Heavenly Lord of Floating Life was the first to react and shouted sternly.

At this point, it's no longer just a simple case of investment failure.

The strength displayed by the opponent has already posed a fatal threat to the entire Origin Dynasty!

They must nip it in the bud here!

The other seven Heavenly Lords instantly understood, their figures flashing as they positioned themselves in eight directions, completely surrounding Zhao Feng.

"Originating from the Way of Witchcraft, it seals off all directions!"

The eight celestial rulers acted simultaneously, chanting ancient witchcraft incantations.

Their primordial essence transformed into eight magical chains that pierced through heaven and earth, connecting with each other to form a massive cage that exuded a terrifying aura that suppressed the era.

This is the strongest combined attack formation of the Origin Dynasty. It is said that even a Celestial King can be trapped for a moment!

Within the formation, time and space froze, laws vanished, and everything turned into absolute nothingness.

However.

Zhao Feng, who was at the center of the formation, didn't even glance at them.

His gaze remained fixed on Fang Han, who had lost an arm and looked utterly dejected in the distance.

He lifted his foot and walked towards Fang Han step by step.

The Eight Directions Witch God Array, powerful enough to suppress even a Celestial King, the frozen spacetime, and the obliterated laws, were utterly useless before him.

He strolled leisurely, as if walking on flat ground.

"Stop him!"

The Primordial Heavenly Lord's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He was the most fierce and unyielding of men, and he was the first to be unable to tolerate such disregard.

He roared, and a colossal Heavenly Monarch Dharma Image appeared behind him. It was an unparalleled giant who stood on the Milky Way, held the sun and moon in his hands, and was filled with the aura of the primordial world.

"Primordial Divine Fist! Annihilate all realms!"

He poured all his life's cultivation into this one punch.

The enormous fist, carrying the power to annihilate countless worlds, ignored the distance in space and appeared directly in front of Zhao Feng, smashing down fiercely!

Faced with the Primordial Heavenly Lord's punch, which was enough to annihilate all worlds, Zhao Feng simply slapped his back with his other hand.

This palm strike seemed light and effortless, lacking any real power.

But at the moment the shot was taken, inside his body, in the vast universe composed of 840 million particles, countless sleeping giants awoke and roared to the sky!

Divine Elephant Suppresses Prison Power!

An invisible and intangible yet domineering force transformed into an unseen, towering giant hand, meeting the fist of the Primordial Heavenly Lord.

boom!!!

A deafening roar, deep and muffled, exploded in the very depths of everyone's soul.

The enormous fist of the Primordial Heavenly Lord, as large as a star, suddenly stopped the moment it came into contact with the invisible giant hand.

Immediately afterwards.

His fist, which was known as the strongest and most indestructible among the Heavenly Lords, began to shatter inch by inch from the tip, turning into a cloud of blood mist!

That unparalleled power traveled upwards along his arm.

"ah!!!"

The Primordial Heavenly Lord let out a bloodcurdling scream of extreme pain.

His towering, primordial form collapsed under the impact of this force.

He was also sent flying out of the Eight Directions Witch God Formation by this force, crashing into countless stars tens of thousands of miles away, and completely lost his voice.

One palm strike, and he defeated the Primordial Heavenly Lord!

"how so……"

The remaining seven Heavenly Kings were completely stunned.

"This person... cannot be defeated by force! Let's go!"

He Tu Tianjun was the first to react. He burned his own essence and activated the "He Tu" to escape into the spacetime turbulence.

However.

An ancient, gigantic cauldron appeared out of nowhere, blocking his way.

"Trying to leave?"

Immediately afterwards.

A calm yet domineering voice rang out.

He Tu Tianjun turned around in shock and saw a young and heroic face.

He was a man with long, black hair, deep eyes, and an invincible aura that seemed to dominate the world.

It was Ye Fan!

Hetu Tianjun's gaze sharpened.

He wasn't sure until Ye Fan made a move.

But now he is certain.

Ye Fan is the Heavenly Emperor!

Before Hetu Tianjun could react, Ye Fan stepped forward and threw a punch.

Heavenly Emperor Fist!

Boom!

Hetu Tianjun was blasted away and crashed into a distant warship.

Dozens of enormous warships, along with countless cultivators aboard, were instantly reduced to cosmic dust upon impact.

This scene sent chills down the spines of the remaining six Heavenly Kings and the two Heavenly Kings of the Holy Land of Truth.

Another Heavenly Emperor!

Where on earth did Feng Baiyu find so many monsters?

Before they could even be surprised.

A bell tolled, its sound lingering.

An ancient bell appeared in the void, with images of the sun, moon, stars, and the cycle of birth and death of the universe flowing across its surface.

The figure of the Great Emperor Wushi appeared before the Heavenly Lord Fusheng.

"At the end of the immortal path, who stands at the peak? A single glance at the beginningless Dao reveals emptiness."

The sound of the bell seemed to possess a magical power that made words come true. The dream law that the Heavenly Lord of Life had just condensed collapsed inch by inch under the sound of the bell and vanished into nothingness.

at the same time.

On the other side, Xiao Yan, wielding a giant black ruler, with a flame mark shining between his brows, blocked the Butterfly Love Heavenly Lord, who was proficient in charm techniques.

The intense heat of the flames distorted even the most alluring seductive arts of the Butterfly Lover, capable of bewitching all beings.

Lin Dong, who was in control of the Ancestral Symbol, looked at Luo Chuan Tianjun, who was holding a treasure bottle, with a resolute gaze.

Mu Chen, with his eternally immortal body, had a phantom of the Great Floating Pagoda Technique appear behind him, blocking the path of the Sacrifice Heavenly Monarch, who was skilled in the law of sacrifice.

Wearing a bronze mask and dressed in snow-white robes, the ruthless Great Emperor simply stood there, yet he instilled in the terrifying Heavenly Lord, who controlled the Law of Fear, a deep-seated fear of being seen through and suppressed.

Hong Xuanji also activated the Wheel of Life and Death of All Heavens, confronting the Moral Heavenly Lord of the Holy Land of Truth.

One, two, three...

Eight powerful figures with unfathomable auras confronted the Heavenly Lords of the Origin Dynasty and the Holy Land of Truth one by one.

The entire battlefield fell into complete silence.

The remaining disciples of the Feathered Ascension Sect, including Hua Tiandu, were completely dumbfounded.

Their mouths dropped open, their minds blank.

The Supreme Leader... just who is he?

Who exactly are the people behind him?

The allied forces were thrown into panic.

They originally thought that with all ten of their Heavenly Lords present, they would be able to sweep through any corner of the Immortal Realm.

But now, the other side has casually sent out eight beings of the same level!

How can we fight like this?

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

He Tu Tianjun, who had been blasted away by Ye Fan's punch, couldn't help but scream and roar, "When did the Immortal Realm suddenly have so many unheard-of Tianjun powerhouses!"

Who are you?!

...(End of this chapter)