The white-haired Tribulation Transcendent from Star-Moon felt a tidal wave of murderous intent crash toward him—an overwhelming, apocalyptic power that made even his Transcendent heart tremble.
A dark axe blade, wrapped in sky-blotting demonic qi, erupted with force so terrifying it defied comprehension.
Overlord’s massive frame swayed.
The relentless barrage of stars hurled by the Star-Moon expert had been mountain-shattering, each one capable of pulverizing continents.
Yet Overlord had not dodged a single one.
He had taken them all.
At first, the spectators beyond the Five Phoenixes had only sneered, thinking this man a fool with a death wish.
But now…
Reversal.
This cultivator from the Five Phoenixes had absorbed every ounce of his opponent’s onslaught… and returned it in one axe.
What kind of technique was this? What kind of power?!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The cyan-brick plaza exploded. Countless bricks were reduced to dust beneath the axe light.
A tsunami of axe intent surged forth—unstoppable, domineering, absolute.
Third-sequence Dao Intent!
PFFT!
The Star-Moon Transcendent’s pupils dilated. For the first time, he felt the cold grip of death.
He was a Tribulation Transcendent! Second stage of the Unity Realm!
Yet before a mere Unity expert, he felt mortal peril?
A cultivator from a Ninth-grade world dared pressure him like an Upper Realm monster?!
The axe was unavoidable—too fast. Space itself seemed cleaved apart.
He felt only bitterness.
All that power had come from his own stars.
He had meant to kill Overlord with them.
Now they were turned against him.
Karma?
A wry smile twisted his lips.
But he would not wait to die.
Block!
BOOM!
The axe fell.
Dust was torn asunder.
A long, narrow chasm split the ground.
In the distance, a towering man carrying axe and shield strode forward.
Primordial spirit fluctuations rippled outward.
Above his head, a radiant primordial spirit flower quietly bloomed.
A primordial spirit flower?!
In the instant the axe descended…
All the Transcendent saw was that flower.
Why could a Unity expert condense a primordial spirit flower?!
BOOM!
The plaza shattered completely, the earth cracking into terrifying fissures.
The Star-Moon Transcendent dropped to his knees.
Doubt and obsession lingered in his eyes.
PFFT!
A jet of blood shot out.
Then his body exploded into bloody mist—obliterated by overwhelming force.
The chasm in the plaza was painted crimson.
His primordial spirit surged with terror.
It fled as a streak of shadow toward the edge of the arena.
What kind of monsters were these?!
A Unity expert with a primordial spirit flower—who could take every attack and return it all?!
And that Dao Intent…
Third-sequence!
Was this an Upper Realm prodigy?!
BOOM!
Overlord slammed his shield into the ground.
He raised his head, calmly watching the fleeing primordial spirit.
“This axe was for Sect Leader Ye.”
“Cultivators of the Five Phoenixes do not fear death. We do not fear battle.”
“If you want war—we fight. I, Xiang Shaoyun, will meet you all!”
His black hair whipped in the wind. His icy gaze swept the heavens like a declaration of war.
He had insisted on fighting the first individual match—for this moment.
He would win.
And win gloriously.
Ye Shoudao’s tragic state had ignited a fire in him.
The Five Phoenixes were where he had risen.
Anyone who tried to destroy its foundation deserved one word:
Death.
As the former emperor Tantai Xuan had said—
Those who offend the Five Phoenixes will be executed without mercy!
Uproar exploded from every warship.
Fury. Sneers. Disdain. Ridicule.
“Arrogant!”
“Are all Five Phoenixes cultivators this insane?”
“Decent Dao Intent, but the Nine Heavens are full of geniuses. You’ll die soon enough!”
Voices thundered from warships and spirit vessels, shaking the void.
Overlord swept his gaze across them and laughed coldly.
He hurled his axe.
Demonic qi roared as it chased the fleeing primordial spirit.
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He would not let even the soul escape.
He would kill it here and now.
Hummm…
Suddenly—
An enraged aura erupted.
Beyond the Five Phoenixes’ skies, from Star-Moon’s warship, a colossal palm formed of star-sand slapped downward.
Terrifying primordial spirit pressure crashed like mountains and tsunamis toward Overlord.
BOOM!
Overlord’s axe flew back to his hand. He slammed it into the ground, carving a horrifying trench.
The Star-Moon primordial spirit seized the chance and fled.
Aboard the warship, the Star-Moon Saint Lord stood coldly, staring down at Overlord.
Overlord grinned, lips curling with utter contempt.
He turned to the mist-shrouded attendant on the ancient warship.
“Outsiders can interfere now? And you do nothing?”
“Is this your so-called fairness?”
The attendant’s face remained hidden in mist.
He offered no reply.
Only clenched a fist and struck the floating ancient bell.
DONG!
The resonant toll rang through heaven and earth.
“Individual match—one victory to the Five Phoenixes.”
His voice was ice.
Overlord felt cold eyes staring from beneath the mist.
He snorted, slung his axe and shield across his back, and strode down from the plaza.
Best of three.
Overlord had taken the first match in overwhelming fashion—beyond anyone’s expectations.
A Unity expert with a primordial spirit flower, capable of leapfrogging realms.
Terrifying.
Countless gazes—cold, puzzled, probing—locked onto him.
The attendant returned to the warship, aura subdued.
“You seem angry.”
A lazy voice drifted from within.
The attendant bowed hastily.
“This man’s cultivation method is strange. A Unity expert condensing a primordial spirit flower… could this be an ancient technique?”
The mysterious existence chuckled, as if guessing.
The attendant remained silent.
“Do not be angry. After the tournament ends… you may do as you wish.”
The attendant’s misty eyes brightened.
“Go. Continue hosting. The outcome is not yet decided.”
The voice carried lazy amusement.
The attendant withdrew and floated out.
…
Overlord descended the plaza step by step.
His gaze swept across the hundred thousand Great Xuan troops.
He raised a fist.
Xu Chu’s beard and hair bristled as he roared to the heavens.
Xue Tao pounded his chest like a beast.
One by one, soldiers rose.
“FIGHT!”
BOOM!
A hundred thousand voices merged into a terrifying wave of sound—thunder that rolled without end.
They feared nothing.
They glared at the warships, spirit vessels, and ferocious beasts hovering above—at the arrogant experts looking down on them.
Their blood boiled.
Just as Overlord had declared:
“Cultivators of the Five Phoenixes do not fear death. We do not fear battle!”
“If you want war—we fight!”
Overlord turned. His towering frame was like a spark that ignited the Five Phoenixes’ raging blood.
Ye Shoudao opened his eyes, pale face breaking into a smile.
As expected—the most domineering was still Overlord.
Qi Liujia hunched over, face full of smiles. This exhilarating battle had lifted morale sky-high.
Across the Five Phoenixes, cultivators’ blood burned.
Li Sansui’s eyes gleamed beneath her black robe.
Nie Changqing gripped Dragon Slayer at his waist, itching to charge in himself.
Nie Shuang, bearer of the Saint King Body, trembled with excitement—only a slap from his father kept him seated.
“Well fought.”
Jiang Li, seated and healing, smiled at Overlord’s return.
Overlord glanced at him and nodded. “Same to you.”
“Don’t relax. We need two wins for true victory.”
Qi Liujia spoke up.
Overlord’s win was inspiring, but no reason to let down their guard.
Star-Moon had lost one match. They would now send their true elites—no holds barred.
“Will you fight again?”
Qi Liujia looked at Overlord.
“You could sweep them all if you wanted.”
But Qi Liujia knew—though Overlord’s victory had been spectacular, it had not been easy.
“No need.”
Overlord shook his head.
Not because he couldn’t.
Because Tang Yimo had already stood and was walking toward the plaza.
Beside them, Lu Jiulian sat quietly, transcendent and unhurried.
Like a lotus untouched by dust, he watched everything with a faint, dragonfly-touching-water smile—even as Overlord’s battle set hearts ablaze.
…
Lake of Origin, Heart Island.
Lu Fan’s lips curved at Overlord’s glorious victory.
Tanking endless bombardment from a Star-Moon Transcendent.
Stacking armor, eating damage!
Truly worthy of the title.
Then returning every attack in one axe—cleaving a Transcendent in half.
Even Lu Fan had to admit: beautiful.
His fingers tapped the armrest.
Through the Spirit Pressure Chessboard, his gaze fell on the Dao Derivation Mirror—no, on the cyan-brick plaza.
The contest was not over.
Next up: Tang Yimo.
Suddenly, Lu Fan frowned slightly and tapped the armrest again.
…
Ninth Prison Secret Realm.
Tenth Ghost City.
Ghostly qi formed a massive mirror projecting the blood-colored battlefield.
“Well done!”
“As expected of Overlord—the man who once fought this king to a standstill!”
“Those who offend the Five Phoenixes, who dare bully us—beat them! Beat them to death!”
Tantai Xuan pressed his flushed face against the ghost qi mirror.
Saint Lord Beigong sat leisurely nearby, shaking his head at Tantai Xuan’s fervor.
He didn’t quite understand the excitement.
But as a former Saint Lord, he understood the Heaven and Earth Grand Tournament well.
“Beigong, look! That trash Star-Moon World got their guts broken!”
“This is what happens when you bully the Five Phoenixes!”
Tantai Xuan grabbed Beigong’s arm.
Beigong’s lips twitched. Of course he knew what happened to those who bullied the Five Phoenixes…
He frowned slightly and shook his head.
“The Five Phoenixes haven’t fully won yet…”
“Best of three. They’ve only taken one.”
Beigong considered, then spoke honestly.
“Beigong Sacred Ground was also Seventh-grade. If we were pushed this far—team battle lost, face shattered—we might throw away all pretense.”
Tantai Xuan froze.
He knew Beigong’s background well.
“Beigong, explain—what do you mean ‘throw away all pretense’?”
Tantai Xuan took a deep breath, serious.
Beigong didn’t mince words. He pointed at himself.
“If backed into a corner, to avoid losing twenty strands of origin dao essence…”
“I might take the stage myself.”
“Same logic…”
Tantai Xuan’s expression changed.
A Saint Lord entering the arena personally?
Beigong’s meaning was clear: to secure the second match, the Star-Moon Saint Lord might fight himself!
Tantai Xuan’s excitement faded.
A Saint Lord was not an ordinary Transcendent.
Anyone who reached that position stood at the absolute peak of their world in both strength and combat prowess.
This… was bad.
Beigong glanced at Tantai Xuan and spoke leisurely again.
“There is one piece of good news…”
“Star-Moon is only Seventh-grade, so their Saint Lord cannot exceed Tribulation Transcendent and reach Ascended Immortal.”
Tantai Xuan’s face darkened.
That was supposed to be good news?
Beigong shrugged. It genuinely was.
A Sixth-grade world’s Saint Lord would be an Ascended Immortal.
If one appeared, unless the mysterious Young Master Lu intervened…
The Five Phoenixes had no chance.
Beigong didn’t believe anyone besides Lu Fan could face an Ascended Immortal.
Tantai Xuan clenched his fists, worry etched across his face.
…
Blood-colored battlefield.
When Tang Yimo rose, old Tang Xiansheng’s eyes lit up.
“It’s big brother!”
Tang Guo beside him bounced with excitement.
Tang Xiansheng smiled, eyes gleaming. He wasn’t surprised Tang Yimo represented the Five Phoenixes in individual battles.
Ever since Tang Guo’s mysterious disappearance, when Tang Yimo had exploded with multiple veins at the Great Xuan Academy and fought Lu Jiulian to a standstill, he had awakened.
His cultivation had soared.
And unlike the traditional Five Phoenixes path, Tang Yimo had fused his own insights into the immortal techniques, optimizing them.
His combat power… was terrifying.
“Big brother will definitely win!”
Tang Guo clenched her fists. With the Divine King Body, she grew more ethereal by the day—like a spirit of the mortal world, every inch of skin glowing softly.
Tang Xiansheng looked at her with tender affection.
“Of course…”
“Your brother’s potential is immense…”
“He won’t lose easily.”
BOOM!
The hundred thousand Great Xuan troops roared again—support for Tang Yimo!
The entire battlefield seemed to ignite.
Five Phoenixes cultivators watched Tang Yimo with heated gazes.
Black robes, arms wrapped in white bandages—Tang Yimo’s expression remained calm.
He walked slowly toward the plaza.
He was not a man of many words.
He let his actions speak.
The attendant from the ancient warship had already descended to the center.
His misty face showed faint surprise as he looked at Tang Yimo.
Surprised that the Five Phoenixes hadn’t sent Overlord again.
Overlord had just cleaved a Transcendent in half—his momentum was at its peak.
Yet they switched fighters.
In terms of presence alone, Tang Yimo was far weaker than Overlord.
After all, on the surface, Tang Yimo’s realm was lower than Du Longyang or Ye Shoudao—those half-step primordial spirit flower experts.
A cold smile appeared beneath the attendant’s mist.
The Five Phoenixes… had grown arrogant?
Looking down on a Seventh-grade world?
Or…
His gaze shifted to Overlord, eyes mocking.
Perhaps Overlord had exhausted himself with that one mighty strike and could no longer fight at full power?
Regardless, the attendant would not warn them.
“Star-Moon contestant—take the stage.”
He turned toward Star-Moon’s warship, robes fluttering.
All eyes converged on the warship.
BOOM!
Aboard the bronze vessel floating beyond the Five Phoenixes—
A figure stood at the prow, aura powerful—a peak Tribulation Transcendent.
But just as he prepared to leap—
A hand pressed his shoulder.
Hmm?
Every gaze turned—first curious, then shocked, then horrified!
BOOM!
Terrifying aura erupted across the battlefield.
Countless streams of starlight swirled.
A figure slowly floated out from the warship.
Uproar exploded.
“Star-Moon Saint Lord?!”
“He couldn’t sit still anymore—the Saint Lord himself?!”
“Everyone has an unspoken agreement that Saint Lords don’t fight in the Grand Tournament, but… there’s no actual rule against it.”
“They have to win one match. A Saint Lord has been forced out in the first round.”
Understanding dawned across the void.
Tang Yimo paused mid-wrap of his bandages.
He raised his head calmly and looked at the descending Star-Moon Saint Lord.
On the blood-colored battlefield—
Qi Liujia’s breathing hitched.
“This is bad!”
“Why can a Sacred Ground Saint Lord compete as a contestant?!”
Qi Liujia staggered forward, shouting at the attendant.
The attendant glanced at him from beneath the mist.
“Is there a rule forbidding Sacred Ground Saint Lords from fighting?”
“If you wish, the Five Phoenixes’ Saint Lord may also take the stage… but only in the next match.”
His voice was flat.
Qi Liujia trembled, turning frantically to Tang Yimo.
“Child, don’t be stubborn! If you can’t win—forfeit!”
Wind swept the plaza.
Tang Yimo’s black robes fluttered.
His eyes burned with resolve. He shook his head.
“In my dictionary, there’s no such word as surrender.”
He turned.
Looked up at the Saint Lord floating high above—untouched majesty radiating from him.
“You want to destroy the Five Phoenixes. That means harming my sister and my mother.”
He bit down on the white bandage, tying it tight.
Battle intent thundered in his eyes like lightning.
“Even if you’re a Saint Lord…”
“I’ll still beat you all the same!”
