Chapter 1667: The Supreme’s Showdown

The Imperial Clan’s supreme being agreed so readily, which was surprising.

However, Meng Tianzheng frowned because only one of the Imperial Clan’s supreme beings nodded, while the other remained cold and silent.

“Our realm is filled with countless experts. Why should we stake everything on a single life-and-death match?” The second Imperial Clan supreme being indeed refused.

“Then let us duel one by one. Whoever can kill their way past me will not be hindered—nor will I have the strength to stop them!” Meng Tianzheng said calmly.

He would stand alone to block the many champions, facing them one by one.

“I will grant the Imperial Pass a chance. While the two of you duel, the supreme beings of both realms shall spar one by one. To ensure fairness, we will not rely on numbers to overwhelm you,” said the second Imperial Clan supreme being.

The situation was dire—the foreign realm had far more experts, and the Imperial Pass could only rely on their slight advantage in immortal artifacts.

Meng Tianzheng glanced back at his companions and sighed softly. Their numbers were too few, offering no advantage.

“May we wield immortal artifacts?” he asked.

“To ensure fairness, no immortal artifacts shall be used. Of course, if both parties possess them and agree to clash with them, that is permissible,” replied the second supreme being.

Behind them, Jin Taijun’s expression darkened. The time for supreme beings to clash had come! With their side outnumbered, she was destined to take the field.

Wang Changsheng nodded in agreement.

The other supreme beings of the Imperial Pass also gave their assent.

Thus, the terms were settled.

Meng Tianzheng and the Imperial Clan’s supreme being sat facing each other, separated by a great distance.

Their so-called “game” was played upon a grand Dao chessboard, where black and white pieces determined victory, defeat, life, and death.

In essence, this was a contest of the Great Dao—not through martial combat, but through the refinement of laws and the clash of cultivation.

Though it appeared as a battle of wits, it was far more perilous.

Meng Tianzheng sat cross-legged, and in an instant, black and white lines extended around him, forming intricate patterns like a vast Dao chessboard.

These were the dual energies of Yin and Yang, the most fundamental forces of heaven and earth, capable of depicting the Great Dao and manifesting life and death—simple yet extraordinary.

The interplay of Yin and Yang, the entanglement of life and death, revealed the primordial power of creation.

Black and white intertwined as the grand Dao chessboard surged, rising and falling in the void!

On the other side, the Imperial Clan’s supreme being was also enveloped in swirling Yin and Yang energies, manifesting the power of Dao laws.

With a thunderous boom, the Dao forces of the two collided, forming a vast and complete chessboard—though in truth, it was an embodiment of rules, magic, and the Dao itself.

Yet it created the illusion of an actual game.

“Before the heavens and earth were formed, the Infinite Calamity already existed…” The Imperial Clan supreme being chanted, his body shrouded in radiant Dao light, ethereal yet terrifying.

With a flick of his finger, a chess piece flew forth—a manifestation of divine law, blooming in the void like a delicate flower.

“The Calamity Flower blooms, the Infinite Calamity begins,” the supreme being murmured.

“Transforming the world’s eighty thousand laws to transcend the Infinite Calamity,” Meng Tianzheng replied calmly, pointing forward. A chess piece materialized, flipping through the air as countless Dao runes surged to suppress it.

Yet the Calamity Flower was miraculous—fragile in appearance, yet woven with countless laws, its radiant light constructing a mortal world.

*Boom!*

The chess piece Meng Tianzheng had unleashed shattered, and from within emerged a humanoid figure—a divine ape that stepped into the mortal realm to endure the calamity.

The two supreme beings seemed to be recreating the universe, shaping the fates of all living beings within their Dao domains.

The Imperial Clan supreme being raised his hand, manifesting a second law—an ancient rune that transformed into a chess piece flying toward Meng Tianzheng.

*Boom!*

Mid-flight, it morphed into a great seal, woven from the Imperial Clan’s supreme laws—a symbol of their highest heritage.

Meng Tianzheng countered with a radiant rune of his own, clashing against the seal!

*Boom!*

The two forces became black and white chess pieces, locked in a rolling struggle.

Meng Tianzheng had invoked the Indestructible Scripture’s runes, forming his second chess piece to contend with the Imperial Clan’s supreme heritage.

“Have you all decided who shall step forth first?” the foreign realm’s other supreme beings asked, eyeing Wang Changsheng, Jin Taijun, and the others.

The final battle was about to begin.

“Come, come! Who dares face me?” A foreign supreme being stepped forward, wreathed in black mist and shrouded in the aura of the Dao.

“Who shall go first?” Jin Taijun asked the qualified warriors of the Imperial Pass.

“This first challenger is likely not their strongest. Jin Taijun, you should face him,” Wang Changsheng suggested tactfully.

“Very well, I shall go!”

Jin Taijun gritted her teeth and stepped forward—there was no avoiding it. With their side outnumbered, every supreme being would have to fight.

“Heh, fellow Daoist, your mind is unsettled, your spirit unsteady. You may perish here,” the foreign supreme being taunted.

*Thud!* Jin Taijun struck her staff, causing the void to tremble. “Enough talk!”

*Boom!*

A great battle erupted as Jin Taijun unleashed secret arts and treasure techniques against her foe.

To reach the supreme realm, one had to be a peerless genius, a being of unimaginable strength.

Though the foreign realm was warlike and their warriors generally superior, those who attained this level were no weaklings.

Jin Taijun fought fiercely, but in the end, she was outmatched.

*Thud!*

A palm strike sent her flying into the cosmos, blood spraying from her lips as a massive celestial body dimmed forever, destroyed by her supreme blood.

At the critical moment, the Dao roared.

Upon the black-and-white chessboard, Meng Tianzheng sighed and pointed, unleashing a blinding divine light to block his opponent’s move.

Simultaneously, the chessboard expanded, shrouding the heavens to shield Jin Taijun and allow her escape.

“Fellow Daoist, you overreach by dividing your focus,” the Imperial Clan supreme being said coldly.

*Boom!*

One chess piece after another manifested upon the board, each embodying the essence of the Dao, pressing down upon Meng Tianzheng.

In the end, Jin Taijun escaped the board, rescued by Meng Tianzheng.

“We concede this round,” Wang Changsheng declared, stepping forth to block the pursuer and protect Jin Taijun.

It had been close—a moment later, and without Meng Tianzheng’s intervention or Wang Changsheng’s aid, Jin Taijun would have perished.

“Fellow Daoist, your cultivation is slightly lacking,” the foreign supreme being remarked with a faint smile before withdrawing.

He knew that, barring unforeseen circumstances, all of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths’ supreme beings would eventually fall. There was no need to rush.

“Who will face me?” Wang Changsheng stepped forward, his youthful appearance belying his power—a delicate-looking youth of sixteen or seventeen.

“I shall!” A cold, beautiful woman emerged from the opposing side, her eyes deep as the starry sky.

*Whoosh!*

The two ascended to the cosmos for their duel.

On the ground, the foreign realm’s warriors grew restless, especially the younger generation, who glared hungrily at their foes.

“Shall we spar as well?” some young foreign warriors taunted, stepping forward—though they carefully avoided Shi Hao.

If Shi Hao fought, only Hao Feng, descendant of Wushang, could oppose him.

“Gladly!” Shi Yi replied calmly, though he had long desired battle.

“Hahaha!” The foreign warriors laughed. “We admire your courage! Do you truly dare? What makes you think you can win? Do you all fancy yourselves as mighty as Huang?”

*Boom!*

Almost instantly, several warriors lunged forward, eager to strike first, their eyes gleaming as if spotting easy prey.

They avoided Shi Hao and the Ten Crown King, who had once sent an Imperial Clan member’s pagoda flying with a swing of his treasure tree.

Instead, they targeted Shi Yi and the Banished Immortal, who stood at the forefront.

“Human brat, we’ll send you to the afterlife! Foolish wretch!”

A group of royal clansmen charged at Shi Yi, seeking to slay him instantly and demoralize the Imperial Pass.

“Twin pupils open heaven and earth—since ancient times, none have ever lost in the mortal realm,” Shi Yi murmured softly, almost regretfully.

He had suffered defeat once before, unable to unleash his strongest pupil technique due to the foreign bone in his body, leading to his loss against his younger cousin.

*Boom!*

As he spoke, his pupils transformed into twin orbs, radiating terrifying light.

*Clang!*

Two swords, wreathed in chaotic energy, fell from his eyes, crossing in midair before slashing forward.

*Thud! Thud! Thud!*

Heads rolled, blood sprayed, and the charging warriors collapsed headless, their souls extinguished before they could flee.

The twin pupils had birthed two swords—shocking all who witnessed it.