The battle spear let out a long and resounding cry. Before his voice had even faded, Nan Tianzheng had already launched his attack. His figure blazed across the air like a streak of lightning, emanating a terrifying killing intent as he charged forward like a massive, burning azure sun. The sheer might he exuded was far greater than Nan Tianba. Lin Xun remained composed and unmoved. This Nan Tianzheng is indeed formidable, a peerless figure among his generation. However, Lin Xun’s sights had long since surpassed such a level. He had even suppressed Emperor Ancestor-level figures. What was Nan Tianzheng in comparison? The only thing that gave Lin Xun pause was the spear in Nan Tianzheng’s hand. It was undoubtedly a rare life-bound Emperor weapon, brimming with unmatched killing intent and immense power. Dao light soared into the sky, piercing the clouds. On the Battlefield of the Gods, layer upon layer of great dao ripples appeared, crisscrossing and interweaving in the void to form a formless yet solid defensive force. These restrictions, set up during the previous epoch, were what kept the aftermath of the battle contained. Without them, the resulting destruction would have been beyond imagination. From the very first exchange, Lin Xun and Nan Tianzheng’s clash erupted with dazzling brilliance. It was splendid, radiant, and awe-inspiring. The exchange of blows between the two was too fast to follow. Lin Xun’s fists and palms clashed repeatedly with Nan Tianzheng’s spear, each strike tearing through the void, as if laws of the great dao were colliding. It evoked scenes of the heavens splitting and creation beginning. Then, the two figures separated and flew to opposite ends of the sky. They turned to face each other, eyes locked, their gazes sharp, cold, and deadly. The standoff was tense and chilling. Many spectators felt their hearts pounding wildly. This was truly an unprecedented duel. Two eighth realm supreme Emperors were facing off in a battle destined to shake the world. In the next instant, they collided again, faster than two bolts of lightning. Nan Tianzheng suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a radiant seal. It was a manifestation of intertwined dao laws, beautiful and dazzling. The sky quaked and the earth trembled. It was as though the entire universe was on the brink of collapse. The four directions shuddered, while earth, fire, wind, and water surged forth together, and chaotic smoke and clouds billowed and danced. However, no matter how powerful Nan Tianzheng’s arts were, Lin Xun neutralized them with ease. Gasps filled the air. The power Lin Xun displayed was utterly beyond comprehension. With bare hands and only mid eighth realm Emperor Stage cultivation, he was able to contend head-on with Nan Tianzheng, who had reached the pinnacle stage in the same realm. It was nothing short of incredible. Nan Tianzheng’s expression was cold and stern. His aura flared like a luminous azure sun, radiating blinding brilliance and blazing heat. With every step he took, his aura surged, growing several times stronger than before. Everyone watching felt a chill in their hearts. It was clear that Nan Tianzheng had activated some terrifying secret art that could greatly amplify combat power! It was nothing short of terrifying. Nan Yongqiang’s expression was complex. He recognized the technique and knew that it could indeed double one’s power, but at a steep price. It would severely damage the user’s dao foundation. However, it was clear that Nan Tianzheng no longer cared. In order to kill Lin Xun, he had cast aside all concerns without hesitation. Nan Tianzheng stepped forward again, his figure shattering space itself. He looked like a blazing war god, burning his own essence to destroy everything before him. His body transformed into a colossal sun, sweeping across the nine heavens as he struck again and again with his spear, generating earth-shattering killing force. At this moment, Lin Xun furrowed his brows slightly. He could feel the pressure mounting. Nan Tianzheng’s strength had indeed undergone a dramatic transformation. Lin Xun realized that the secret art was similar in nature to Yazi’s Rage or the Sacred Combat Art; both were capable of doubling one’s strength for a short time Nan Tianzheng grew increasingly composed, his presence overpowering. He charged freely across the battlefield, striking without hesitation, giving off the feeling that he had seized the upper hand. By contrast, Lin Xun had begun to fall into a disadvantage. “Lin Xun, you truly are a formidable foe. Even in the Eternal True Realm, you would be considered a rare and extraordinary genius. But you’re far too arrogant. You still don’t understand that there’s always someone stronger than you!” Nan Tianzheng said coldly, his eyes indifferent. In the Seventh Heaven Domain, beings like him had carved a path through thousands of foes and endured countless bloody battles just to achieve what they had today. “Clan Brother, finish him off! Keep his primordial spirit and refine it into a treasure! Let him suffer for eternity, unable to live or die!” On the battlefield, some Nan Clan members shouted with excitement, their voices filled with bone-deep hatred. “If those are your final words, then they’re quite fitting. Now, allow me to show you what it truly means when you say ‘there’s always someone stronger’!” Lin Xun, who seemed passive all this time, suddenly let out a light chuckle. His tall, commanding figure straightened, and in that instant, he launched a sudden, sweeping counterattack. His might erupted like a volcano dormant for countless years. This counterattack came so suddenly that no one saw it coming. Just as Lin Xun seemed on the verge of being suppressed, he erupted with force, and his momentum became several times stronger! He charged at Nan Tianzheng with bare fists, still unarmed, but his every strike now carried an overwhelming, majestic power. Furthermore, each blow exuded an unstoppable momentum. Under the relentless assault, Nan Tianzheng was driven back. Pain surged through his body, and before long, streaks of blood appeared where Lin Xun’s fists struck, splitting his skin open. Nan Tianzheng’s expression drastically changed. Lin Xun seemed to have become a different person. Could this be his true power? Lin Xun swung his fist with a force that seemed capable of striking the heavens. As his arm moved, space collapsed around him and even the defensive forces of the Battlefield of the Gods trembled violently. The sudden reversal left not only Nan Tianzheng stunned, but also all the onlookers. It had happened too fast, too abruptly, too unbelievably, catching them all off guard. “Kill!” Nan Tianzheng roared, unleashing his full might in a desperate attempt to subdue Lin Xun once again. “Is that all?” Lin Xun said with a sigh. Immediately, countless strands of mysterious sword qi burst from Lin Xun, like streaks of cosmic light, shooting across the battlefield. Amid the deafening crash, Nan Tianzheng’s spear vibrated violently, emitting a mournful hum. He tried to dodge again and again. but it was no use. He was battered by the sword qi and injuries began to spread across his body First, there was a ‘pop’, and his left shoulder burst open in a spray of blood, and one arm was almost torn from him. Then came a sharp ‘crack’ as the feather crown atop his head shattered, sending his hair flying loose and a trail of blood slid down his forehead. Cries of shock erupted across the battlefield. The Nan Clan members’ faces turned pale with disbelief. Just moments ago, they had thought Nan Tianzheng was going to crush Lin Xun. Unfortunately, in just a blink, the tide had turned and Nan Tianzheng was now the one in grave danger! “You’ve been hiding your strength!” Nan Tianzheng’s face was dark and twisted with anger. He thought Lin Xun had been deliberately holding back, waiting for this moment to land a killing blow. It felt like treachery. “I was just afraid your spear might break, and I wouldn’t be able to sell it for a good price,” Lin Xun said seriously. The crowd nearly spat blood in rage. In a life-and-death duel, he was still thinking about money? It was clearly a deliberate insult to Nan Tianzheng, a mocking provocation. At the same time, they were chilled to the core. Lin Xun’s transformation was too drastic. Everyone had seen just how powerful Nan Tianzheng was. Even so, Lin Xun still completely overpowered him! At that moment, on the Battlefield of the Gods, Nan Tianzheng stood in a miserable state with his hair disheveled, his body covered in wounds, and his face ashen. “Tianzheng retreat!” Nan Yongqiang shouted anxiously. A deep sense of unease gripped his heart. Time and time again, Lin Xun’s strength had far surpassed his expectations. “I haven’t lost yet.” Nan Tianzheng replied, ignoring the warning. His entire body brimmed with azure law power as he lunged at Lin Xun once more. At that moment, his forehead glowed, and a tiny crimson figure emerged, standing at the center of his brow. It brandished a spear that looked almost transparent, pressing forward with an oppressive might. The dao light around Lin Xun blazed, transforming into a dazzling radiance like an abyss capable of devouring the heavens. With that, he met Nan Tianzheng head-on. What followed was a fierce and violent clash. The two exchanged countless blows, each unleashing one secret art after another. It was as though two skies were colliding, and from time to time, shattered fragments of dao laws rained down like cosmic debris. However, before long, Nan Tianzheng’s right arm, the one wielding the spear, was completely shattered. Bone shards and blood sprayed through the air as he let out a stifled groan of agony. Nan Yongqiang shouted frantically, his face turning white. “Retreat, retreat at once—!” Bitterness and unwillingness flickered in Nan Tianzheng’s eyes. He knew that continuing the battle would be futile, and it would only end in disaster. However, Lin Xun gave him no chance to escape. The moment his right arm broke, Lin Xun struck again with a killing blow. On the Battlefield of the Gods, dao sounds thundered as countless restrictions roared into motion. One could imagine how fierce and intense the battle was. Suddenly, a streak of light flashed across the air, followed by a downpour of blood. Lin Xun severed one of Nan Tianzheng’s legs, drenching the battlefield in fresh blood. Gasps erupted from the crowd as their scalps tingled with numbness, as if they were about to burst. With one arm and one leg broken, Nan Tianzheng was now a mangled, barely recognizable figure. Of course, he didn’t fight to the death. Instead, he turned and fled with all his might, desperately trying to escape the Battlefield of the Gods and reach the golden passageway. Stepping onto there would mean conceding defeat, but the battlefield’s protective restrictions would then preserve his life. At that moment, Lin Xun activated the Limitless Abyss Dao Sword. It came slashing from afar. Its peerless sword intent descended like a heavenly chasm, suppressing everything in its path “Open!” Nan Tianzheng roared. His spear shot into the air, unleashing endless radiance. Under the might of the Limitless Abyss Dao Sword, the spear was like paper. It was sliced in two without resistance. The remaining sword light surged forward without losing momentum, engulfing Nan Tianzheng. Sword qi thundered, stirring up an earth-shaking storm. Nan Tianzheng, an eighth realm supreme Emperor, was annihilated. Both his body and soul were utterly destroyed! In the battlefield, all cultivators stood dumbfounded, their eyes wide in disbelief. “Tianzheng—!” Nan Yongqiang’s eyes turned bloodshot. He roared in rage, his entire body trembling with fury. Just one more step and Nan Tianzheng would have reached the golden corridor and survived. Unfortunately, it was that single step’s difference that led to Nan Tianzheng’s demise! The Nan Clan members stood dazed, as if the pride in their hearts had been shattered to pieces. Nan Tianba’s death had already dealt them a heavy blow. Now, the fall of Nan Tianzheng, whom they had placed all their hopes on, left them in utter disbelief, unable to accept the reality! Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel※fire.net The shattered spear crashed to the battlefield with a jarring clang. Lin Xun couldn’t help but let out a sigh, “In the end, I couldn’t save this spear. What a pity...scrap metal won’t fetch many cosmic origin crystals...” “You...you...you...” Nan Yongqiang was so furious that he nearly coughed up blood. He trembled with rage, his words stuck in his throat.