“Roar!”
A supreme being roared, unleashing his fury and battle intent, causing the void to tremble and shatter completely, painting a terrifying scene.
Right before their eyes, Han Ming had been slain—none of the four supreme beings could save him. Their faces darkened with chilling hostility, their killing intent boundless.
It was clear: these four powerhouses were determined to kill Meng Tianzheng.
“Fallen… Supreme Han Ming has truly perished!”
Outside the Beast Forest, the crowd trembled in horror. The legendary phenomenon had manifested.
At this moment, the heavens wept. The once cloudless, azure sky now rained blood, thick droplets pattering down in a macabre symphony.
Crimson blood splattered on treetops and rocks, a sight both shocking and sorrowful.
Everyone was awestruck—this was the “Heaven’s Lament,” the world mourning the fall of a supreme being, an expression of grief and sorrow.
The blood rain poured endlessly, vast and boundless, its origin unknown. It dyed the earth red, forming scarlet puddles that shook every soul present.
Then, the ground split open, fissures like countless eyes gushing forth crimson springs—this was the “Earth’s Wail!”
These phenomena struck deep into every heart. The creatures of the foreign realm couldn’t help but weep, their sorrow uncontrollable as they mourned Han Ming.
When a supreme falls, heaven and earth weep together.
**Boom!**
Black lightning erupted in the void, wild and unstoppable, its deafening roar like the howls of countless black dragons, shaking the ancient borderlands.
Then, something even more astonishing occurred.
From the heavens, skeletal remains rained down—corpses of various creatures, chilling to the bone.
Where did they come from?
Those who opened their divine eyes saw that these bones emerged inexplicably from the void, not falling from some distant realm. It was unnervingly eerie.
Many gasped, sensing something sinister. Skeletons falling from the sky?
**Crash!**
The bones struck the ground, some as massive as mountains, others as small as infants, all ultimately shattering into white dust.
The scarlet rain and the bone-white remains descending from above created a scene so eerie it made scalps crawl.
Yet, these anomalies did nothing to hinder the battle of the supremes!
Meng Tianzheng had slain Han Ming in life—what fear did he have of the dead? He fought fiercely against the four supreme beings, undeterred.
But he bled. To swiftly kill Han Ming, he had paid a price, enduring several strikes from the four supremes.
Otherwise, how could a supreme be so easily slain? In this era, the death of such a being was nearly unheard of.
Yet Meng Tianzheng had done it—an event so monumental it would send shockwaves even across the foreign realm.
“Kill him quickly! No more delays!”
One supreme wielded a black war spear and unfurled a black decree, strange and wordless, yet stained with blood.
“The Black Decree?” The Grand Elder’s heart skipped a beat. He had heard of this artifact from the foreign realm—a thing of unfathomable power.
The other three supremes joined forces, channeling energy into the decree. It glowed ominously, black mist flooding the sky as if it had become a black hole, even more terrifying.
The blood on its surface surged like a raging sea, rumbling as if ready to erupt.
“Suppress and kill!”
A supreme roared, hurling the decree toward Meng Tianzheng.
**Swoosh!**
No longer fighting bare-handed, the Grand Elder summoned a sword embryo. With a radiant thrust, it unleashed a rain of immortal light, its brilliance eclipsing the sun.
**Thud!**
Like piercing rotten flesh, the sword tore through the black decree, causing the blood to surge violently.
A crimson sea erupted from the decree, threatening to engulf the Grand Elder.
Yet the sword embryo shone brighter, resonating with an ancient, mournful dirge—a song of burial, desolate and sorrowful.
The sound was eerie, startling even Meng Tianzheng.
The foreign supremes were even more stunned. How could a sword that emitted immortal light also sing a funeral hymn?
**Whoosh!**
The black decree burned to ashes, its blood evaporating into nothingness.
The dirge faded, and the sword fell silent as if nothing had happened.
“Kill!”
The supremes launched their assault, determined to end Meng Tianzheng.
Han Ming’s death was a disgrace. Five supremes had come, yet one had fallen—each of them bore the shame.
“Meng Tianzheng, you are strong, but so are we. Let’s see how long you last!”
The Grand Elder’s golden battle armor was damaged, his body bloodied, even his dark hair speckled with crimson.
Yet he stood tall, his aura unyielding, his gaze deep and fearless.
Shi Hao, shielded within a protective light, watched anxiously. The Grand Elder was alone against multiple supremes—how long could he hold out?
“Grand Elder, can we break through?” He didn’t want Meng Tianzheng to fight to the death.
The Grand Elder didn’t answer with words but with action. With a mighty roar, he summoned the trembling Ten Realms Diagram above, its divine light illuminating the world.
He sought to reclaim the immortal artifact, dissolve the battlefield, and escape.
“Leaving won’t be so easy! The domain formed by the clashing immortal artifacts cannot be broken so readily!”
A supreme sneered. The artifacts were locked in opposition, their energies intertwined—escape was near impossible.
**Boom!**
Mystical runes erupted around Meng Tianzheng, etching into his flesh and armor, enhancing his divine aura.
His blood boiled like that of an ancient war immortal, unleashing an overwhelming power.
A dragon-shaped pillar of blood qi surged into the heavens, piercing the void.
Then, wielding the sword embryo and the rotting wooden box, the Grand Elder soared upward, breaking free from the immortal artifact’s domain.
The supremes were stunned. How?
“The Indestructible Scripture… It has strengthened his body beyond reason, allowing him to force open a gap in the Ten Realms Diagram!” one hissed.
“Has he abandoned the Ten Realms Diagram and the Shroud? Good—we’ll take them!”
“No! The artifacts are still locked in stalemate. We must pursue him now!”
**Swoosh!**
The four supremes shot after him, escaping the battlefield.
“Nowhere to run!”
They abandoned the immortal artifacts for now—those could be reclaimed later.
“Die!” The black spear-wielder thrust forward, the weapon expanding to colossal size, its tip terrifyingly sharp.
Meng Tianzheng turned coldly, slashing with his sword. The clash sent shockwaves through the cosmos.
The black spear, like a pillar of the heavens, impaled a star, shattering it instantly before lunging again.
The battle raged fiercely in the void.
**Boom!**
Another supreme hurled a massive seal, crushing nearby stars as it hurtled toward the Grand Elder.
With a swing of the rotting wooden box, Meng Tianzheng deflected it, the impact blinding.
The foreign supremes narrowed their eyes—that box was extraordinary, capable of repelling even a supreme artifact.
“Seal him!”
A fiery furnace erupted, its flames reaching for Meng Tianzheng, threatening to consume him.
Stars trembled, some sucked into the inferno. The cosmic tempest raged like a tidal wave.
As the Grand Elder neared the furnace’s maw, he kicked its rim, sending it spinning, its flames scorching even meteors into molten slag.
This was a battle to the death.
Then—**thud!**
The black spear pierced Meng Tianzheng’s chest, its bloody tip emerging from his back.
Even the golden armor couldn’t stop it—a wound that would obliterate any lesser being.
Yet the Grand Elder roared, refusing to retreat. Instead, he lunged forward along the spear’s shaft, closing in on its wielder.
A calculated sacrifice—a wound for an opportunity.
**Slash!**
His sword descended, nearly cleaving the supreme in two.
It happened in an instant. The other supremes, thinking victory was at hand, now saw their comrade grievously wounded.
Meng Tianzheng had no choice. Surrounded, he had to pay a price to break through.
Otherwise, there’d be no chance of victory.
He feared more foreign supremes would arrive. Desperate, he sought to end this swiftly.
Even impaled, he fought on, relentless.
The spear’s owner, nearly bisected, paled and retreated, forced to release his weapon.
The others attacked in unison, their supreme arts converging.
**Slash!**
A sword beam brighter than the stars illuminated the heavens.
Blood sprayed as the Grand Elder beheaded his foe, then pierced his brow with a fatal thrust.
“The Indestructible Scripture!” the spear-wielder bellowed.
In that final moment, he had tried to detonate the spear within Meng Tianzheng’s body—but the Grand Elder’s flesh was unbreakable, his power overwhelming.
The supreme had been suppressed, his last gambit foiled.
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