“How truly unexpected. Wu Yuan secretly broke through to the Greater Legendary realm. He became a hidden trump card that shattered all on the Clean-up Alliance’s side.” “I know, right? I thought Chen Fan’s group only pulled in the Guluo Continent. Turns out they had a second blade: Wu Yuan. With this, the alliance’s advantage in terms of peak Lesser Legendary realm experts is gone.” “The first counterattack from Chen Fan’s group failed. Clearly, they realized they couldn’t wipe out the Clean-up Alliance on their own, so they found allies. And with Wu Yuan added to the mix, their setup became airtight.” “Now, I’m afraid the Clean-up Alliance must be reeling. They probably thought recruiting Fengmo’s forces guaranteed their victory. But Wu Yuan. That was the real ace. Truly well-hidden.” “Wu Yuan is already back to support Huang Wuji. He has to hold one person back, and Huang Wuji has an immortal artifact in hand. In a one-versus-three situation, Luo Hao and the others will be in danger. This might be the battle that erases the Clean-up Alliance completely.” The people watching the show from the sidelines, ready to fish in troubled waters, were shaken. They had been watching Chen Fan’s group, but their focus was on Liu Wufeng and the others, neglecting Wu Yuan. They didn’t realize that Wu Yuan had already become a Greater Legendary realm expert. The Clean-up Alliance also made the same mistake and placed all their attention on the Guluo Continent. Wu Yuan’s cultivation still hadn’t stabilized. So, Huang Wuji let Jiang Xian, the weakest among his four opponents, out. Now facing Luo Hao, Ji Feixue, and Feng Yue, the pressure on Huang Wuji was greatly reduced. He counterattacked in succession, making them spew blood. Their expressions were filled with horror as they struggled to contain themselves. On Chen Fan’s side, momentum soared. Every fighter moved like a ravenous wolf or a ferocious tiger. If they couldn’t crush the alliance under these conditions, they’d be nothing short of useless. Without hesitation, they launched a wild assault, forcing the alliance to retreat repeatedly. “Go to hell, Zi Dongyang!” Chen Fan’s battle intent was boiling over. He stepped forward as powerful streams of true primeval gushed out, sweeping the battlefield. The ground beneath him collapsed into a vacuum. It was a scene both terrifying and awe-inspiring. Now, their side completely held the upper hand. Their strongest fighters were free, so the alliance wasn’t much of a threat. Now, they just had to kill these people step by step. Zi Dongyang’s battle intent erupted. There was no way back. Even if they tried to flee, Chen Fan and the others wouldn’t let them go. This was a blood feud that would only end in death. “Die!” Zi Dongyang stepped forward. An ancient bronze sword with simple patterns appeared in his hands; he had finally stopped holding back. His aura kept soaring, reaching its peak in mere moments. His terrifying aura would make even a peak Lesser Legendary realm look sideways and ask if he really was a late-stage Lesser Legendary realm martial artist. The ancient bronze sword cried out loud. Sword light instantly tore through the sky as if it could shatter the heavens and overturn the world. One stroke, and all order would collapse: time itself seemed to be slashed, like the long river of history was being torn apart. No one could resist the power of time. This was nothing like their earlier exchanges. Now, he unleashed sword techniques terrifyingly close to the Dao itself. This was his true strength—overwhelming and dangerous. He was no weaker than a Lesser Legendary realm expert. Even they would feel their hearts palpitate in the face of this slash. He fully embodied the brilliance of Ziyang Continent’s peerless prodigy—the pride of Ziyang Palace. There was no flourish in this strike: he poured all his martial Dao understanding into a single, decisive blow. Everything was in this one stroke, cutting down everything once and for all. Chen Fan didn’t flinch. He didn’t dodge. He didn’t fear. He flipped his palm upward, like a golden dragon emerging from the sea, traveling across the clouds and spreading rain, stars flickering. The power in that motion seemed capable of destroying entire star domains. He reached straight for the sword light. A loud boom rang out. Chen Fan had actually stopped this slash. Countless stars flickered within his palm, forming the illusion of a boundless, starry universe. Hand of Sky Rending Stars! This was Zhuge Qingfeng’s supreme art. It was a divine art that placed him above nearly all in the Invincible Legendary realm. He could be considered to be a powerhouse standing at the pinnacle under the Void Immortal realm. Chen Fan had long reached a profound level in cultivating the Hand of Sky Rending Stars. But during the third test, he encountered divine Dao arts within the ancient monuments, arts related to the power of stars. These gave him new insights, and the power of his technique more than doubled. Tearing the sky or splitting the earth was now within reach. He blocked Zi Dongyang’s slash directly, but it exploded into countless bursts of sword qi i, scattering through the sky in a flash and tearing space apart. Stars flickered wildly as sword light swept across the heavens. The two stood locked midair, momentarily in deadlock. Zi Dongyang was somewhat taken aback. He understood the power of this slash very well. It could easily kill ordinary late-stage Lesser Legendary realm experts. Although he knew Chen Fan was extraordinarily powerful, he hadn’t expected him to receive it so easily. A terrifying force instantly swept out. The two of them backed off, separating. However, the two of them shot forward again like arrows in an instant, clashing violently once more. They exchanged hundreds, if not thousands, of blows in a flash. The fluctuations grew increasingly stronger as they gradually used their full strength, becoming more terrifying than before. The terrifying fluctuations from their exchange shocked even Di Chen, Cao Yin, and the others. They were either peak Lesser Legendary realm experts or had an immortal artifact in hand. It would be no problem for them to fight against a peak Lesser Legendary realm. Yet the storm unleashed by Chen Fan and Zi Dongyang, neither of whom had reached the peak nor used immortal weapons, was even more terrifying. They had surpassed their realm. A pin against an awl: perfectly matched, ruthlessly opposed. Their repeated clashes pushed each other to new heights; in this moment, both had reached their peak.