*Whoosh!*
A divine arrow pierced the heavens, one supreme being after another falling in its wake, blood raining from the skies. For the foreign cultivators, this was nothing short of a cataclysmic disaster!
Supreme beings stood at the pinnacle of the mortal path, holding exalted status even in foreign lands. The immortals themselves had once emerged from their ranks. To reach such heights meant they were the strongest of their era, forged through the annals of history.
*Boom!*
From the distance, a gleaming longsword cleaved through the void, radiant glyphs blazing across the firmament.
With a crisp *ding*, Meng Tianzheng flicked his finger, repelling the massive blade.
The sword’s aura surged like an ocean, a boundless tide of energy rolling forth, shattering stars in its wake—its might was overwhelming.
This was an Imperial Clan warrior, one who had rallied the remaining supreme beings to stand against Meng Tianzheng.
“Heh, what a pity,” the Imperial Clan supreme sneered, cold and merciless. “To have entrusted your Dao fruit to that great bow, only to destroy it yourself. Emerging prematurely means you’ve severed your own path to immortality!”
His words tore open the deepest wound in Meng Tianzheng’s heart.
He had been so close—on the verge of ascension. But today’s events had shattered his path to eternal life, and the consequences were dire.
The situation was too dire. He had been forced into this.
Meng Tianzheng said nothing. Instead, he gripped his great bow and strode forward, intent on killing this man.
Because this Imperial Clan warrior had once coldly executed the Nine Steps to Immortality, piercing through a female supreme from the Nine Heavens before beheading her before all.
Meng Tianzheng would kill him.
*Rumble!*
True to form, the Imperial Clan warrior unleashed his ultimate technique from the very start—the Nine Steps to Immortality, each step more terrifying than the last. His body gleamed with crystalline radiance, strands of immortal light seeping from his pores.
This was the pinnacle of the Imperial Clan’s bloodline power, boiling within him, overflowing with boundless mana.
The heavens trembled. With the Nine Steps unleashed, the starry sky fractured, the firmament collapsing.
“Allies, lend me your strength!” the Imperial Clan warrior roared, gripping his gleaming longsword as thunderous echoes followed each step, his blood energy surging like a tide.
He took eight steps in one breath, solely to oppose Meng Tianzheng. He knew the first seven would be useless—even when slaying the female supreme, he had only needed the eighth.
Yet, as the Dao’s aura saturated the void and the stars shattered under the violent energy, Meng Tianzheng stood unmoving. The cosmos crumbled, celestial bodies exploded, yet he remained eternal, his cold gaze fixed upon the Imperial Clan warrior.
The other supreme beings were stunned. This man’s power was truly terrifying.
They acted, lending their strength to the Imperial Clan warrior, pouring their mana into him like torrents of divine light.
*Boom!*
At this moment, he took the ninth step. Even alone, this was a devastating strike, capable of slaying any peer opponent instantly.
After all, the eighth step had already been sufficient—how much more the ninth?
Now, with the combined might of all these supreme beings, the power was unimaginable.
Without exaggeration, this strike could slay gods and slaughter buddhas!
The Imperial Clan warrior unleashed his attack, sending terrifying ripples through the starry void, expanding in all directions.
*Boom!*
Entire constellations shattered, reduced to cosmic dust, blooming like radiant mist.
The sight was awe-inspiring, yet Meng Tianzheng remained unshaken.
“Die!” the Imperial Clan warrior bellowed, lunging forward after the ninth step—yet another stride toward Meng Tianzheng.
Nine Steps, One Strike!
This was not a tenth step, but the culmination of the previous nine, their power converging into a single, final blow.
And this final strike was not delivered by his foot—but by his gleaming longsword.
From his heels, nine blazing streams of light surged upward, enveloping his entire body before coalescing into his right arm. With a *shing*, his blade cleaved the heavens apart.
This was the ultimate technique of the Nine Steps to Immortality—the killing stroke!
Only after nine steps were these forces fully awakened, revealing their true lethality.
*Clang!*
Meng Tianzheng finally moved, raising his shattered bow to meet the blade. He was not just resisting the Nine Steps—he was opposing the combined might of all the supreme beings.
The clash sent sparks flying, divine energy flooding the cosmos.
The sword’s aura was blinding, an endless tide of destruction.
But today, it met resistance. Meng Tianzheng’s bow pressed down upon the blade, forcing it to tremble violently.
*Crack!*
The longsword shattered, exploding into a rain of starlight.
*Splat!*
The Imperial Clan warrior coughed blood, his arm reduced to pulp.
This was the backlash—the ninefold power meant to annihilate his foe had rebounded, crippling him instead.
*Roar!*
From afar, another Imperial Clan warrior—the one battling Wang Changsheng—abandoned his fight and charged toward them, intent on aiding his kin.
Now, two Imperial Clan warriors stood united.
The other supreme beings ceased their battles, converging here as well.
“Spare no cost—kill him!” Both Imperial Clan warriors shared the same fear: that Meng Tianzheng might turn the tide. They sought to eliminate him together.
Because his strength was too terrifying.
Indeed, having half-stepped into the immortal realm, he was no longer bound by mortal limits. He could look down upon all supreme beings.
Had nothing gone awry, he would have ascended.
But he had unleashed his Dao fruit too soon, severing his own path.
“This battle ends now!”
Meng Tianzheng spoke without sorrow or regret, his eyes blazing with divine light. He soared forward, his broken bow glowing as he swept through the enemy ranks.
His mind held but one thought—kill.
Especially these two Imperial Clan warriors. They *had* to die.
“Kill him!”
The foreign supreme beings attacked in unison, their combined might overwhelming.
Even if Meng Tianzheng had broken through, even with his immortal aura, he could not withstand so many. A pack of wolves could bring down a tiger.
Yet he focused solely on the two Imperial Clan warriors, dodging and striking with ruthless precision.
When such a being unleashed his full fury upon a single target, the result was horrifying.
Meanwhile, Wang Changsheng, the elder from the Immortal Academy, and others joined the fray, sharing the burden.
“Brother, I know your time is short,” Wang Changsheng said solemnly. “Go in glory. Let your final moments blaze with eternal radiance.”
His words sent shockwaves through the survivors—both the elder from the Sacred Academy and the remaining Nine Heavens supremes paled.
Meng Tianzheng’s time was running out?!
Meng Tianzheng chuckled, then sighed, erupting with even fiercer light as he locked onto the two Imperial Clan warriors, hunting them relentlessly.
Now, he appeared youthful and majestic, clad in golden battle armor, his gaze unyielding, his presence divine.
Like an unstoppable war god, he carved a path forward, slaying two more supreme beings along the way, his body wreathed in immortal radiance, his divine power boiling.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
The final battle raged as Meng Tianzheng rampaged across the battlefield.
At last, he reached the Imperial Clan warrior who had wielded the Nine Steps. With a swing of his bow, he sent the man coughing blood.
“I’ll bind him! Strike now—kill him!”
The warrior, fearless in the face of death, lunged forward and seized Meng Tianzheng’s arm, his body erupting with countless Dao symbols, attempting to restrain him—even at the cost of his own life.
The others unleashed their ancestral arts, bombarding the spot.
But they had underestimated Meng Tianzheng. With a *bang*, he shattered the warrior’s grip, then lifted him high before tearing him in half.
Drenched in blood, Meng Tianzheng moved like a demon god, evading the incoming glyphs as he charged the second Imperial Clan warrior.
*Splat!*
He crushed the warrior’s body with his bow before driving a finger through his skull, ending him.
Meng Tianzheng’s slaughter left the foreign forces in shambles. With both Imperial Clan warriors dead, the rest fled—not out of cowardice, but because further battle was futile.
*Thud!*
Before the Imperial Pass, dust billowed into the sky as figures descended, then fled toward the Abyss, retreating to their homeland.
The battle was over. None could suppress Meng Tianzheng.
They had lost—utterly.
On the desert sands, Meng Tianzheng stood silently, gazing at the Abyss.
He did not pursue.
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