Ning Chuan stepped onto the stage, and for a moment, silence reigned—no one dared to challenge him!
When Gu Jianyun had taken the stage earlier, at least a few had dared to strike, especially when he was wounded by the divine artifact. But now, with the arrival of Ning Chuan in his white robes, the pressure was suffocating—not a single soul dared to step forward.
Two hundred matches passed in the blink of an eye, yet he stood there calmly, unchallenged.
Unprecedented. Unmatched in all of history.
**Boom!**
“Hmm? Someone’s undergoing a tribulation?”
The crowd was stunned. Amidst such circumstances, someone had chosen to face the heavens’ wrath—truly astonishing.
“It’s Chang Gongyan!”
“The Four-Crowned King is undergoing his tribulation! As expected of a prodigy, but will he survive?”
The news spread like wildfire, shocking everyone.
At the same time, word came that others in the lesser realms were also facing tribulations, with thunderous roars shaking the heavens.
“More powerhouses will fall…” someone lamented.
And it was true—tribulation lightning was no trifling matter. Those who recklessly provoked the heavens would be reduced to ashes!
Yet, those who dared were undoubtedly the strongest of kings, mostly ancient freaks. Their deaths would be a tremendous loss.
A sigh rippled through the crowd.
“No fellow Daoists wish to step forward?” Ning Chuan’s voice was calm, undisturbed by the thunder.
Then, his gaze flickered toward Shi Hao. A battle between them was inevitable.
But at this moment, Shi Hao was in a critical state—his golden radiance had spread from his head down to his knees, his entire body nearly transformed into pure gold.
Shi Hao met his gaze, unperturbed. If they were to fight, it would be after he reached perfection.
**“I’ll face you!”**
On the 201st match, a figure leaped onto the stage, wielding a bone blade aimed straight at Ning Chuan. A True God at the peak of perfection—truly formidable.
Yet Ning Chuan merely flicked a finger, and a streak of azure light shattered the blade.
The sky erupted like fireworks, bone fragments scattering and igniting. Ning Chuan’s strike was terrifyingly powerful.
But then—**disaster struck.**
Though the blade was broken, the attacker pressed forward, undeterred. The void itself shattered under his assault.
**“What?! The might of a Heavenly God?!”**
The crowd paled. This was beyond bizarre—how could a mere hilt unleash even greater power?
**“The Shadowless Blade!”** someone gasped in horror.
A secret treasure—a Heavenly God artifact—most deadly.
This blade had no visible form, lurking in the void, a weapon of assassination impossible to guard against.
How did this man possess such an artifact? Everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
“Heavenly God artifacts can’t be brought into the Immortal Ancient Realm, and the natives’ weapons can’t approach the stage. Where did he get it? How?!”
Earlier, Gu Jianyun had faced one such weapon. Now, another appeared, leaving everyone baffled.
The void trembled as the Shadowless Blade tore through space, its edge sharper than anything.
Heavenly God laws intertwined, divine power surging. Even Ning Chuan’s expression changed as he swiftly dodged, vanishing from his original position.
Yet the attacker swung the artifact, cleaving the void and sweeping across the entire stage, turning it into a nightmare.
**“One Unity, Void Refinement!”** Ning Chuan roared.
He wasn’t yet a Heavenly God—he had to take this seriously. A grand divine ability manifested as he transformed into a streak of light, refining the void itself.
Though the attacker was strong, wielding the Heavenly God artifact drained him. Despite forcing Ning Chuan to retreat, his own situation worsened.
**“Pfft!”**
Blood sprayed from his mouth—his energy depleted, unable to sustain the artifact. He was gravely wounded.
Seizing the moment, Ning Chuan struck like a celestial being descending, his finger piercing the man’s brow. The Shadowless Blade vanished instantly.
The crowd erupted—some marveling at Ning Chuan’s strength, others horrified by the repeated appearance of Heavenly God artifacts.
**“Outsiders are colluding with the natives!”** someone whispered.
“That must be it!”
Soon, this became the consensus.
Only outsiders could step onto the stage, not natives.
As for the weapons, speculation arose—perhaps the natives forged the rough forms, leaving the final refinement to the outsiders.
Not impossible. Heavenly God artifacts were rare and difficult to craft, but if all conditions were prepared, an outsider could complete the final step.
“Or perhaps it’s not the natives—some sects might have done this themselves. Remember, some sects deliberately left disciples in the Immortal Ancient Realm, turning them into a different kind of native with grand ambitions.”
“Exactly!”
The deeper they thought, the more terrifying it became.
Even the Immortal Palace’s Di Kun had been a pawn, left behind to cultivate to Heavenly God realm—only to be slain prematurely by Shi Hao’s tribulation.
Other sects surely had ancient geniuses lurking as well.
Sure enough, in the following battles, more attackers emerged—each wielding Heavenly God artifacts, each from different factions.
**“This is bad. Some ancient sects have long laid plans—either allied with the natives or establishing their own footholds. How can we resist?”**
**Boom!**
On the 387th match, a terrifying powerhouse struck—an ancient freak wielding a Heavenly God artifact, clashing with Ning Chuan.
The crowd was stunned. Ancient freaks with Heavenly God weapons? Against anyone but Ning Chuan or Shi Hao, it would be instant death!
This battle tested Ning Chuan. His foe not only had the artifact but also wielded a curse that nearly ensnared him.
**“Boom!”**
A celestial diagram unfurled behind Ning Chuan, wrapping around the attacker and refining him into a pile of bones.
An ancient freak—**dead just like that.**
Shock and sorrow filled the air. Once, this man had dominated an era, unrivaled. Now, he had met someone stronger.
Even with a Heavenly God artifact, he had fallen to Ning Chuan.
Ning Chuan won 400 matches straight before stopping. Battling multiple foes with supreme treasures had unsettled his vitality.
The last opponent, an ancient king, had drained him.
With no immediate threats, he might have continued. But Ning Chuan saw Shi Hao recovering, the Banished Immortal, and the Ten-Crowned King.
He wouldn’t risk arrogance. He descended, ensuring he remained at his peak—even a sliver of weakness was unacceptable.
Then, another figure approached, shrouded in chaotic mist, stepping onto the stage.
**“Who is that?”** Many didn’t recognize him.
**“He’s… the Ten-Crowned King,”** someone murmured, as if fearing to invoke a taboo.
**“What?!”**
A shockwave rippled through the crowd. This was the undefeated legend, the Ten-Crowned King—dominant through ten lifetimes in the Immortal Ancient Realm, unrivaled since antiquity.
Even the natives stirred, eyes wide with awe.
This man was overwhelming. Ten times he had entered the Immortal Ancient Realm, each time crushing all rivals. Some still remembered his battle against the Eight-Crowned King, sweeping the world with invincible might.
In his era, he devoured mountains and rivers—unstoppable.
Natives had tried to kill him, yet every lifetime, he evaded their Heavenly God assassins.
**“My master once sought to kill him… and was slain instead,”** an elder among the natives admitted.
Whether in the Three Thousand Provinces or this ancient land, the Ten-Crowned King was a myth—a legend.
At first, none dared challenge him.
But eventually, attackers came—still wielding Heavenly God artifacts. Yet the Ten-Crowned King was unshaken. Chaotic mist surged, and the challengers were crushed.
**“Petty tricks,”** he said simply.
Some below sighed in agreement. A child with a blade could never defeat a warrior. The Ten-Crowned King had the right to speak so—he was simply stronger.
This frustrated those in the shadows. Years of preparation—useless against the likes of Ning Chuan and the Ten-Crowned King!
A flute’s melody drifted through the air. A figure approached, stepping on the void, robes fluttering like an exiled immortal—ethereal, untouched by mortal dust.
The Banished Immortal had arrived—the mysterious man from the Savage Nest.
Holding a pristine bone flute, he ascended the stage, facing the Ten-Crowned King.
**“Brother, shall we?”** The Banished Immortal smiled gently, inviting him to strike.
**Boom!**
The place erupted. Two supreme experts were about to clash—unprecedented, earth-shaking.
**“The first time I entered the Immortal Ancient Realm, I saw you,”** the Ten-Crowned King said, studying him intently.
**“Indeed. We entered together, once exchanging smiles across the Three Thousand Stone Paths,”** the Banished Immortal replied.
The crowd was stunned. These two… had entered the same era?
Was this the Ten-Crowned King’s first lifetime? The Banished Immortal’s first? Second? Third? No one could tell.
The Banished Immortal smiled. **“Ten lifetimes have passed. You’ve dominated the Immortal Ancient Realm, earning the title of Ten-Crowned King—unprecedented, glorious.”**
**“You are the first to earn my respect. Ten lifetimes unnoticed—a true uncrowned king,”** the Ten-Crowned King sighed.
Their words sent waves through the crowd, hearts trembling.
**“Then let this final lifetime end in brilliance,”** the Banished Immortal said, ever serene.
**“Agreed.”** The Ten-Crowned King struck.
**“Hum!”**
The stage itself trembled—unheard of until now.
**“Ten Evils’ Divine Abilities!”** Many screamed.
These two were transcendent. From the first move, they unleashed world-shaking techniques.
The Ten-Crowned King’s fist roared like a dragon—**True Dragon Fist**, the peerless divine ability, complete and unbroken!
The Banished Immortal danced like a celestial being, radiant light swirling around him—**Heavenly Phoenix Divine Ability!**
**True Dragon versus Heavenly Phoenix!**
The crowd was dumbfounded. Just the first exchange, and already such divine arts?
Their fortunes were too great—these techniques were among the mightiest in history!
Then, the shock deepened. The two shifted techniques rapidly, unleashing more of the Ten Evils’ divine abilities.
**“Heavens! How many supreme techniques do they possess?!”**
The stage was a storm of laws and light, tearing the sky, shaking the clouds. The ancient platform itself quivered—something never seen before.
In moments, they had exchanged a hundred blows, each wielding three or four of the Ten Evils’ techniques.
**Were they defying the heavens?** Mouths went dry, hearts pounded—words failed them.
**“A true clash of titans,”** Shi Hao murmured, opening his eyes. The golden light had reached his feet—his transformation complete.
**“Descendant of Sin, dare you fight?!”** Ning Chuan challenged—his first since arriving.
**“Why not? Let’s join them!”** Shi Hao pointed at the stage.
The next instant, both shot into the sky, landing on the ancient platform.
The crowd was stunned. **Was this allowed?**
No words were wasted. The two clashed instantly.
A world-shaking battle unfolded. One stage, two battlefields—all wielding supreme divine abilities, fighting until the sun and moon dimmed, heaven and earth lost color.
Four supreme experts clashing—unprecedented in history. The stage allowed two pairs of young monarchs to duel.
Below, the crowd burned with excitement.
This was a once-in-an-era event—the true battle of the unrivaled had begun.
**The struggle of monarchs!**
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