652: Chapter 652 Chaotic Battle

The Great Ancestor's Immortal King pressure descended like a collapsing sky, instantly locking onto the Purple Thunder Immortal King.

Although he was only an Early Stage Immortal King, his aura was as solid as an abyss, resonating faintly with the Xuanhuang World Origin, giving him the absolute advantage of fighting on home turf with every Move.

The Immortal light in his palm condensed like a star core; with no superfluous or flashy Moves, he struck directly at the Purple Thunder Immortal King's vital center.

In a duel between Immortal Kings, victory or defeat is often decided in an instant; the collision of the purest power is the most fatal Move.

The Purple Thunder Immortal King's expression changed drastically, and he dared not be the slightest bit negligent. Thunder exploded around him as countless silver lightning serpents wove into a net, transforming into a lightning battle spear that roared as it tore through the Void Realm, clashing head-on against the Great Ancestor's offensive.

Being a Middle Stage Immortal King, he considered his cultivation superior and intended to counterattack strongly, but he had not expected the opponent's power to be so immense.

"Boom—!!!"

The two Immortal King-level forces collided with a roar, and a terrifying shockwave centered on the point of impact swept outwards in a ring of air currents.

The already broken mountain range below instantly turned into powder, the earth cracked into ravines ten thousand miles deep, the clouds were shaken away without a trace, and even the membrane of the Xuanhuang World rippled faintly.

The Purple Thunder Immortal King's lightning battle spear trembled violently, and the lightning serpents disintegrated inch by inch under the Great Ancestor's Immortal light. He himself felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, blood surging in his chest as he was sent flying back tens of thousands of miles.

But he was a Middle Stage Immortal King after all, with a stable dao foundation. He instantly steadied his figure, the thunder around him surged by another thirty percent, and the lightning serpents transformed into a giant python that covered the sky, counterattacking the Great Ancestor.

The Great Ancestor stomped his foot in the Void Realm, his Immortal power resonating even more strongly with the Xuanhuang Origin, and his aura surged by another thirty percent.

He raised his hand in a palm strike, the Immortal light condensing into a shield that took the bite of the lightning giant python head-on, while his fingertips flicked out several sharp Immortal forces.

Aiming straight for the Purple Thunder Immortal King's opening, he used his Early Stage Immortal King realm to firmly suppress the Middle Stage Immortal King.

"This is impossible!" the Purple Thunder Immortal King roared, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

His cultivation was clearly a stage higher, yet he was struggling immensely under the opponent's offensive. The opponent's Immortal power seemed endless, and every strike carried the power of heaven and earth, making him feel deeply suppressed.

On the other side, Immortal King Mo Chen saw the several Old Ancestors acting in concert, crushing towards the core camp of the Hundred Immortals Alliance, and a trace of contempt and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He flashed his figure, dodging the Great Ancestor's attack, and moved to meet the four Old Ancestors, intending to end the battle quickly.

As an Immortal King-level powerhouse, he considered himself capable of crushing these four Peak Immortal Lords single-handedly, planning to eliminate this strongest middle-tier combat force first before turning back to support the Purple Thunder Immortal King.

"Just because of you four Immortal Lords, you dare to run wild? Today I will let you know the chasm between an Immortal King and an Immortal Lord!"

The four Old Ancestors were completely unafraid, closing in on Immortal King Mo Chen in a surrounding Formation, locking onto him.

Immortal King Mo Chen's black robes snapped in the wind, his Immortal power surging wildly to condense into a pitch-black shield. The shield was engraved with twisted Devouring runes; it was his life-bound Immortal Treasure, the "Spirit Devouring Shield."

Facing the joint siege of the four Immortal Lords, the Spirit Devouring Shield spun crazily, devouring the incoming Immortal power, while his palm condensed a pitch-black claw shadow, counterattacking the nearest Third Old Ancestor.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The four-on-one fierce battle erupted instantly. The Second Ancestor pointed his finger like a sword, and cyan Sword Qi pierced through the Void Realm.

The Third Old Ancestor's palm wind was like thunder, carrying an incomparably fierce momentum.

The Fourth Ancestor's Dao Rhyme flowed, evolving into an enemy-trapping Formation; the Fifth Ancestor's movement technique was treacherous, specializing in attacking Immortal King Mo Chen's openings.

The power of the four Peak Immortal Lords wove into a net; although they had not broken through to the Immortal King realm, they relied on tacit cooperation to firmly entangle Immortal King Mo Chen.

Immortal King Mo Chen's Spirit Devouring Shield constantly devoured Immortal power, but it could not withstand the four people's continuous offensive, and the pitch-black runes flickered unsteadily under the dense attacks.

He roared repeatedly, his pitch-black claw shadows tearing apart one Sword Qi after another, yet he could never break through the encirclement. Instead, he was forced back repeatedly by the four Old Ancestors' offensive, and his black robes were slashed with several tears by the Sword Qi.

Above the high-end battlefield, Immortal light and thunder intertwined, pitch-black claw shadows and cyan Sword Qi collided, and every clash shook heaven and earth, with Chaos currents surging wildly.

Meanwhile, on the middle-tier battlefield below, the various Peak Masters of the Azure Profound Sect had also found their respective Immortal Lord powerhouses to fight.

Shi Wanshan held a giant rod, his figure as burly as a mountain, and charged straight at Immortal Lord Heiyan. As the giant rod swung, the wind whistled, carrying the momentum of collapsing mountains and splitting seas.

Immortal Lord Heiyan sacrificed a defensive Magic Treasure, but it was smashed by the giant rod until it hummed. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly urged his Immortal power to counterattack. The two instantly fought into a tangle, fist winds and Immortal arts colliding, kicking up dust that filled the sky.

Ye Guying's sword light was like a ribbon, and his Chaos Sword Qi tore through the sky, striking straight at another Immortal Lord's throat.

The opponent dared not be negligent and sacrificed an Immortal sword to block. The two sword lights intertwined and collided, emitting a harsh sound of metal clashing. Long cracks were torn into space, and the two shuttled rapidly through the Void Realm, exchanging blows and fighting until they were inseparable.

The other Peak Masters also found their own opponents; collisions at the Immortal Lord level occurred one after another, and the roaring sounds of exploding Immortal power resounded throughout heaven and earth.

Relying on the solid Foundation cultivated in the Cangyun World, the Azure Profound Sect Peak Masters fought back and forth with the Hundred Immortals Alliance's Immortal Lords, showing no signs of being inferior.

The entire battlefield had completely fallen into white-hot intensity; the high-end combatants were in the midst of a fierce battle, and the middle-tier battlefield was filled with heaven-shaking shouts of slaughter.

Countless Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals engaged in a chaotic melee below; Immortal light, Sword Qi, thunder, and flames intertwined into one. The world was filled with violent energy fluctuations, shaking the hearts and minds of every living being in Xuanhuang.

The Azure Profound Sect Core Disciples had already transformed into sharp blades breaking through Formations, each of them tying down a large number of enemy Cultivators.

Xiao Ruobai's War God Golden Light surged like a scorching sun, his War God Body operating to the extreme, blocking ten of the opponent's Heavenly Immortals all by himself.

Where his fist wind passed, golden light exploded, firmly blocking the siege of the ten Heavenly Immortals without falling behind in the slightest.

Fang Hanyu chose an unorthodox sword path, his Chaos Sword Qi incomparably sharp. Beneath his feet already lay the corpses of three Heavenly Immortals, and as his sword light flashed again, another Heavenly Immortal screamed and turned into fly ash.

Ling Xi, Wang Xiaopang, and Mo Yu also displayed their respective strengths.

Ling Xi's Devouring Dao Rhyme devoured the enemy's Immortal power crazily; Wang Xiaopang's runes danced, trapping large swaths of the enemy army; Mo Yu transformed into his Qilin True Body, his crimson-gold flames burning heaven and earth, beating the enemies into a steady retreat.

More Azure Profound Sect Elders and Core Disciples, with Heavenly Immortal and Earth Immortal cultivation, fiercely charged into the Hundred Immortals Alliance's True Immortal army.

They were like tigers entering a flock of sheep; their Immortal arts, Sword Intent, and physical power intertwined. Wherever they passed, the True Immortals fled in defeat, their Formations in Chaos. The originally orderly army Formation was scattered, and cries of alarm and the sounds of weapons clashing rose one after another.

Three Void Immortal Disciples formed a battle array, supporting each other to jointly besiege a True Immortal, and were not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

Although the Hundred Immortals Alliance had a numerical advantage of three thousand True Immortals, they were dismantled and shattered by these layers of obstruction, unable to form an effective offensive at all.

The Azure Profound Sect Elders were scattered throughout the battlefield, leading the Disciples to stabilize their positions.

Xuan Yangzi stood guard with his Peak Immortal Lord cultivation, his gaze like lightning; whenever enemy troops broke through the defense line or Disciples were in danger.

He would instantly teleport there, a flash of Sword Qi from his fingertip resolving the crisis, and then he would withdraw, firmly controlling the rhythm of the battlefield.

Looking at the Hundred Immortals Alliance side, they had long since lost their previous arrogance. Their high-end combatants were firmly suppressed, and the middle-tier Heavenly Immortals and Immortal Lords were unable to escape.

However, for the surviving living beings of Xuanhuang below, all of this happened too quickly.

It was so fast that the tears of despair had not yet dried, the shouts of wild joy were still in their throats, and the world before them had already switched from "the apocalypse has arrived" to "heavenly soldiers descending, slaughtering Immortals like cutting grass."

They could only stiffly tilt their heads back, mouths agape, watching the war above the firmament that exceeded their comprehension.

The aftershocks of the Immortal Kings clashing made their Souls tremble, the sword light of the Immortal Lords' confrontation stung their eyes to tears, and the sight of True Immortals falling like rain overturned everything they had known their entire lives.

Their brains were blank, with only the most primitive shock roaring in their skulls.

Not until that overwhelming fear was gradually replaced by the exhaustion of surviving a disaster, and not until his scorching blood began to flow again, did Wang Zhan gasp for air, like a drowning man surfacing.

He propped up his broken Emperor body, staring fixedly at the battlefield.

He watched the Great Ancestor blast the Purple Thunder Immortal King's lightning armor to pieces with one palm, and watched the four Old Ancestors trap the arrogant Immortal King Mo Chen within a sword Formation and lightning light.

He watched the Azure Profound Sect Peak Masters fighting back and forth with the enemy Immortal Lords, and watched those young Core Disciples sweeping through the enemy Formation...

A Battle Intent and yearning, scorching enough to almost burn him to ashes, mixed with awe that went deep into his marrow, surged crazily in his chest.

Is this the true scenery above the Immortal Dao?

So vast, so powerful, so... fascinating!

Once, he thought the Emperor realm was the end of the Dao.

Later, he touched the threshold of the Void Immortal realm, thinking he had seen a new world.

But only until this moment did he understand that he was merely standing at the foot of the mountain, catching a glimpse of the clouds on the mountainside, while this group of people before him were already standing at the Peak of the Nine Heavens, a place he could not even imagine reaching!

The gap had never been so clear, and yet so full of temptation.

His gaze swept greedily over the figure of every Azure Profound Sect Cultivator, attempting to imprint every bit of their power usage and every Daoist art and Divine Ability into his mind.

Just then, his gaze swept across an intense battle group in the middle-tier battlefield and suddenly froze.

There, a young figure burning with dazzling golden light, like a War God, was using a pair of iron fists to clash head-on against the siege of ten Heavenly Immortals.

This rhythm, this Battle Intent so pure it burned everything...

Wang Zhan's heart felt as if it had been struck from afar by that golden fist, shrinking violently.

"War... Asura?!"