Chapter 160 Another Showdown

Within the quantum space, three figures chased each other in a game of cat and mouse. Just at that moment—

Hiss!

"...What trick is this brat trying to pull now?"

Ye Fan, who had originally transformed into a piercing, frigid sword qi to charge forward, inadvertently caught sight of the smug grin playing on Tianming’s lips. Instantly remembering something, he stepped on his void-shattering sword and halted mid-air.

Along this journey, he had witnessed too many inconceivable wonders—things so bizarre that even he, a former Immortal Emperor, could not comprehend them.

The power of immortals? The weapons of gods?

What kind of surprise would this fellow bring him this time? Just as Ye Fan was narrowing his eyes in deep thought, a peal of thunderous sound suddenly erupted from the ground below, suppressing all living beings in the world and echoing through eternity.

Sensing the heavenly soul lock of Wang Jian behind him, Tianming finally turned around in exasperation. He flung the golden halo in his hand, which instantly expanded to a radius of six zhang, instantly blanketing the area in golden radiance.

"Damn it, I'm done pretending! Cards on the table!!"

"I am the Primordial Taiqing Saint, who split the chaos and established divine laws, slaying countless starry sky divine beasts, with disciples spread across myriad realms... Solely supreme among all living things and myriad creations, what virtue or ability do you, a mere insignificant immortal, possess to bully my avatar?"

On the ground, a sword light bursting with thunderous momentum surged across the horizon, piercing straight through the massive golden halo.

Under the cold gaze from above, Wang Jian—holding a thousand-foot-long giant spear—wore an expression of utter astonishment as he brushed right past the massive golden light ring and the thunderous sword qi.

"What?! This... How is this possible, mortal, you..."

The armored figure wielding the golden giant spear spun around abruptly. The furious Wang Jian had just wanted to turn back and launch another quantum strike at the purple-lit figure in the sky when a vast wave of energetic pressure instantly caused his entire body to tremble.

Clang!

His heavy golden armor crashed to the ground, shattering the void, and his thousand-foot weapon fell to the earth.

Following closely after waves of cosmic creation, ancient roars of dragons and tigers echoed through the air. Divine might that spanned heaven and earth relentlessly battered the ground from all directions, and the golden-armored figure below was instantly beaten back to his original form.

"A divine miracle... This child is truly terrifying to the extreme!"

Ten million zhang beneath the firmament, an icy figure wielding a sword watched everything from afar. When his gaze fell upon the figure shrouded in boundless divine brilliance, a trace of lingering fear caused a trickle of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

"Great Might Heavenly Immortal, let the light of the holy god shroud all!"

The shattering of Wang Jian's true form could not prevent this humble mortal from staging the transformation of heaven and earth.

As the purple-lit figure in mid-air waved his hand, ten thousand bolts of thunder roared in unison. A piercing pillar of golden light shot through the purple-lit figure and enveloped the golden-armored apparition standing upon the earth.

"Invincible Halo, descend!!!"

The ancient-shaking voice once again reverberated like a great bell within the heart of the golden-armored man below.

Enveloped by the towering golden light, Tianming stood quietly as a massive ring of golden radiance descended once more from the heavens. Merely standing there, an extremely profound and ethereal aura emanated from his body.

In an instant, the relentless onslaught of infinite holy power battered and eroded the momentum of the golden-armored figure.

"Crack."

Across the silent earth, a crisp snapping sound suddenly rang out. Finally, accompanied by a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering boom, Wang Jian's entire suit of armor shattered, and he collapsed onto his knees in utter defeat.

A billion zhang of golden light washed over the landscape, instantly reducing the earth's energy into a barren wasteland.

The golden palace, previously shrouded in endless golden holy splendor, also had its defenses broken at this very moment.

"...Spare my life, O Taiqing Saint! For the sake of the World Lord, I beg you to spare this humble immortal's cheap life!"

Glancing up only slightly at the divine being in the sky, Wang Jian instantly lost focus in his eyes. Trembling body and soul, he kowtowed to the ground, uttering a desperate plea like a stray dog.

"Very well, this Primordial Taiqing Saint is not an unreasonable person. Seeing as you and Ye Fan are acquainted, I will spare your cheap life. But if this Saint ever catches you bullying my avatar again, your immortal soul shall be utterly pulverized."

Beneath towering golden characters, a blurry saint was accompanied by swirling purple auspicious clouds, surrounded by wisps of boundless, ethereal, and misty pure holy qi.

This was a power that surpassed everything in the world!

Grabbing the sun and moon to pluck the stars, there is no one else in this world like me!!

The blurred figure shrouded in the holy brilliance beneath the firmament stepped upon colorful auspicious clouds, crowned with an invincible halo. Vast energy flowed ethereally, displaying supreme might across this space.

"Thank you, thank you, O Primordial Taiqing Saint, for sparing this humble immortal's cheap life."

Hearing the heavenly voice of the Taiqing Saint above, Wang Jian hurriedly cast aside the trident halberd in his hand. Crawling and stumbling, he began kowtowing upward from the ground.

...

"Tsk tsk, Wang Jian, oh Wang Jian, who would have thought you'd see a day like this?"

Beneath the firmament, the ice-armored figure—who was also kneeling—was in a far better state than Wang Jian below. As his mortal gaze landed on the scene below, a sneer immediately escaped his lips.

Even to Ye Fan, he had never witnessed the former God of War display such a pathetic appearance.

However, sneering aside, Ye Fan actually felt a slight pang of reluctance deep within his heart.

"You fellow really are full of tricks. It's about time to call it a stop. By the way, my reincarnation in this life is called Kuang Zhen!" With lowered head, Ye Fan flashed a white light within his eyes, which shone like a vast galaxy.

His soul transmission instantly transformed into a void-like wave, reaching the blurred saint, Tianming.

"I didn't expect your real name to be Ye Fan. Thank you for the rescue just now."

The sudden soul transmission instantly echoed in his mind, and Tianming immediately sank his consciousness as well, sending back a soul transmission. However, to be safe, he kept the true details of this technique hidden.

Whether by coincidence or not, the moment Tianming finished this soul transmission, all the energy surrounding him vanished completely, leaving behind only an empty, insignificant mortal.

Clang!

"The three-minute time limit has expired. Six of your minor realms have been deducted."

Simultaneously, as the vast holy energy dissipated, Xiaoling's reminder sounded in his mind. Tianming gave a bitter smile before dropping back down to the ground.

At this moment, his realm had plummeted directly to the eighth grade of Spirit Void, and only with the blessing of the lightning treasure sword did he barely manage to reach the eighth grade of Kongming. Tianming felt like crying without tears.

"Greetings to the Taiqing Saint!"

Seeing Tianming withdraw his power and descend to the ground, Wang Jian—who had hurriedly changed into a brand-new set of golden armor—instantly arrived on a golden lotus, dropping to one knee.

"...What just happened?" Pondering for a moment, Tianming raised his head to glance at the sword-wielding ice figure descending from the firmament, then asked in seemingly blank self-reflection.

"Reporting to the Taiqing Saint, your true form just descended here."

With furrowed brows, although Wang Jian felt somewhat bewildered by Tianming's actions, recalling the terrifying might from moments before, he immediately replied with a flattering smile.

"Ye Fan, you mentioned not long ago that there are brothers who lived and died with you as well as a Primordial Divine尊 in the Nine Nether Abyss. Why don't the three of us head there together to rescue them?"