“Zhang Ruochen, heir of Space and Time, you were the one who infiltrated Xianji Mountain before. His Highness the Godson has ordered your capture alive. I advise you not to resist needlessly.”
Commander He Yun took two steps forward, his gaze locked tightly on Zhang Ruochen.
For him, the orders of Lord Yuanmo Godson took precedence.
Everyone else could be annihilated, but Zhang Ruochen had to be taken alive.
Zhang Ruochen replied calmly, “Capture me alive? You’d need Lord Yuanmo Godson himself to do that. You’re not up to the task.”
“Arrogant. Since you won’t surrender, I’ll have to make you suffer.”
Commander He Yun’s body trembled, releasing an overwhelmingly powerful aura that surged towards Zhang Ruochen like a tidal wave.
With a flash, Zhang Ruochen positioned himself in front of Xiang Chunan, completely blocking the aura unleashed by Commander He Yun.
“Chunan, deal with the others. Leave him to me,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Xiang Chunan nodded, “Big Brother, teach this fool a lesson—beat him until his own mother wouldn’t recognise him.”
With that, he swiftly darted away, putting distance between himself and Zhang Ruochen.
With his current strength, he was no match for a Near-Path Realm expert and had no intention of biting off more than he could chew.
At this moment, Ji Fanchen, Feng Yan, and Pei Yutian had already flown out from the battlefield, ready to engage the Death Clan in combat.
Tu Di, Tu Ren, and the eight Path Domain Realm experts in their team also left the warship. The battle had begun, and they could not stand idly by.
However, their numbers were significantly fewer, only a quarter of the enemy’s.
Moreover, the enemy had a Near-Path Realm expert and four Heaven-Connecting Realm experts, while their side only had the three Tu brothers at the Heaven-Connecting Realm.
The Tu brothers’ expressions were grave. Together, they could rival a Near-Path Realm expert, but after sensing the terrifying aura emanating from Commander He Yun, they had no confidence in facing him.
“Commander, hold off Commander He Yun for a while. Once we deal with the other Death Clan experts, we’ll come to your aid,” Tu Tian transmitted to Zhang Ruochen via mental power.
Aside from Commander He Yun, he didn’t take the other Death Clan experts seriously.
As long as the three brothers worked together, they were virtually invincible below the Near-Path Realm.
Immediately, the Tu brothers linked their auras and unleashed the God-King Heaven-Battling Fist, launching a fierce attack on the Heaven-Connecting Realm Death God Knight whom Zhang Ruochen had just sent flying.
Another Heaven-Connecting Realm Death God Knight joined the fray, teaming up with the first. Together, they swung their Death God Scythes, their powers perfectly synchronized, unleashing a hundred-zhang-long black scythe beam that resembled a spatial rift, ready to devour everything.
The black scythe beam was razor-sharp, unstoppable.
“All beings shall perish.”
The two Heaven-Connecting Realm Death God Knights let out a cold, emotionless cry.
“Swish.”
The God-King phantom conjured by the Tu brothers was sliced apart by the black scythe beam.
At the same time, the scythe beam was crushed by the God-King Heaven-Battling Fist, rapidly dissipating.
“What?”
The Tu brothers’ faces showed disbelief.
In their first clash, they hadn’t gained the slightest advantage, merely fighting to a draw.
What was harder to accept was that, despite their combined strength, the two Death God Knights could hold them off.
Did this mean that, in a one-on-one fight, they wouldn’t stand a chance against a Death God Knight?
Before they could dwell on it, the two Heaven-Connecting Realm Death God Knights attacked again, employing even more sophisticated joint techniques.
Death God Knights were exceptionally skilled in coordinated attacks. Even dozens of Death Knights could work seamlessly together, their combined power surpassing even the Rakshasa Clan’s battle formations.
The two Heaven-Connecting Realm Death God Knights’ onslaught was relentless, forcing the Tu brothers to retreat continuously, only able to parry defensively without launching their own attacks.
The Tu brothers could never have imagined that one day they’d be overwhelmed by coordinated attacks.
“Swoosh.”
The other six Path Domain Realm Death God Knights moved, exuding a chilling deathly aura, like reapers walking the mortal realm, ready to harvest the Heavenly Court’s Path Domain Realm experts.
Seeing the six Path Domain Realm Death God Knights charge, the Heavenly Court’s eight Path Domain Realm experts felt a chill run through them. They had faced Death Clan Path Domain Realm experts on the Merit Battlefield before, but those were nothing compared to these Death God Knights.
Before the fight even began, the eight Heavenly Court Path Domain experts were already contemplating retreat.
“Let Grandpa Xiang play with you!”
Xiang Chunan roared, charging at the six Path Domain Realm Death God Knights like a primordial barbaric bull.
Seeing this, the six Death God Knights didn’t dare underestimate him and shifted their focus to him.
They had just witnessed Xiang Chunan kill a Path Domain Realm expert with two punches. This brute was absurdly strong, and they couldn’t afford to underestimate him just because he hadn’t reached the Path Domain Realm.
“Demonic Mountain Suppressing the World.”
Xiang Chunan bellowed, hundreds of thousands of fist-path rules manifesting as vast demonic qi converged.
The demonic qi surged, blending with the fist-path rules, forming a hundred majestic demonic mountains that linked together, their demonic might overwhelming.
The six Death God Knights each struck a palm, releasing beams of pitch-black light that fused together.
“Light of the Death God.”
This was a unique technique of the Death God Temple, cultivable only by Death God Knights, its power immense.
“Boom.”
The hundred demonic mountains shattered, reverting to rolling demonic qi.
“Swish.”
The Metal Demon Crown dispersed the demonic qi, growing enormous and suppressing the six Death God Knights.
“Death God Redemption.”
The six Death God Knights unleashed torrents of deathly evil qi, forming a Death God Dharma Body.
The Dharma Body’s arms encircled, tightly shielding the six Death God Knights.
“Bang.”
The Metal Demon Crown erupted with terrifying Supreme Power, weakening the Death God Dharma Body but failing to destroy it.
“Third Brother, Second Brother’s here to help.”
Feng Yan appeared beside Xiang Chunan, forming intricate seals.
“Wind God Dao Art.”
Gentle breezes stirred, condensing behind Feng Yan into a towering divine phantom, faintly radiating a subtle divine aura.
The phantom pushed forward, and a gust transformed into a divine tiger, pouncing at the Death God Dharma Body.
“Swish.”
The Death God Dharma Body was torn apart, fragmenting into pieces.
At that moment, a surge of deathly mental power poured from the six Death God Knights, combining to form a towering Shadow of the Death God.
This was a construct of deathly mental power, entirely different from the Death God Dharma Body conjured by the Death God Temple’s secret techniques.
The six Death God Knights had cultivated their deathly mental power to an extraordinarily high level, nearly omnipotent.
The Shadow of the Death God raised a hand, and a black ribbon shot from the horizon at blinding speed, like a comet, hurtling towards Feng Yan and Xiang Chunan.
“Eye of the Wind God, Break.”
Feng Yan shouted, and the divine phantom’s brow split open, revealing a vertical eye.
“Boom.”
A radiant divine light shot from the vertical eye, colliding with the black ribbon from the horizon.
The ribbon’s power was immense, yet it was blocked by the divine light, rapidly dissipating.
“Wrathful Roar of the Wind God.”
Feng Yan’s expression grew solemn as he channelled his divine power into the phantom, even invoking the rules of truth within him.
“Roar.”
The phantom leaned forward, unleashing a terrifying roar.
Endless gales howled, enveloping the Shadow of the Death God.
A bracelet on the Shadow’s wrist flew up, its five solid beads glowing with eerie light, each etched with strange patterns that formed a powerful barrier, blocking the gales.
But the gales showed no sign of weakening, growing stronger and coalescing into countless ferocious dragons and divine tigers, frantically attacking the barrier formed by the Death God’s bracelet.
“Crack.”
The barrier couldn’t withstand the gale’s assault and soon shattered.
The Shadow of the Death God was torn apart by the gales in an instant. The six Death God Knights employed life-preserving secret techniques, desperately breaking free to escape the gales’ wrath, narrowly avoiding annihilation.
Still, they were heavily injured, their armour sliced by the gales, their bodies covered in wounds, blood flowing freely.
At this point, fear finally appeared in the eyes of the six Death God Knights. They hadn’t expected that, even together, they couldn’t defeat Feng Yan. Was Feng Yan truly only at the Greater Rule Heaven Realm?
On a warship that hadn’t joined the battle, Feng Yan and Xuanyuan Liekong stood side by side, their gazes fixed on Feng Yan’s position.
“I never imagined Feng Yan had cultivated the *Nuwa Dao Art* to such a level. Even Feng Wuxing couldn’t compare, could he?” Xuanyuan Liekong said, his eyes gleaming with surprise.
Zhen Yuan smiled, “Though Feng Yan isn’t a Godson, his potential is no less than one. Especially since he inherited the Wind God’s Three Heads and Six Arms, he’s greatly favoured by the Wind God, who personally guided his cultivation and used divine blood to refine his roots and physique.”
“Previously, Feng Yan’s displayed strength wasn’t remarkable because he hadn’t fully mastered the *Nuwa Dao Art*. How could the Wind Clan’s Three Heads and Six Arms belong to a mediocre talent?”
The Wind God, the progenitor of the Feng Clan, was a figure on par with the Moon God. Legend held that he was a descendant of the legendary ancient god Nuwa, “Nuxi Shi,” and inherited her true teachings.
As a clan descended from a deity, the Feng Clan held an exalted status in the Pangu Great World, one of the four dominant worlds, and in the Truth Temple.
The *Nuwa Dao Art* was an supreme scripture created by Nuwa, encompassing both cultivation techniques and secret divine abilities, listed among the *Taiyi Divine Art Rankings*.
The *Nuwa Dao Art* was notoriously difficult to cultivate. In each generation of the Feng Clan, only a handful had the potential to practise it, and even fewer achieved mastery.
“It seems that once Feng Yan matures, surpassing his sister Feng Xi isn’t impossible. For two peerless prodigies to emerge at once, the Feng Clan is truly fortunate,” Xuanyuan Liekong remarked.
Zhen Yuan merely smiled, saying nothing more.
Personally, he was very optimistic about Feng Yan, believing that in the near future, the Feng Clan’s Three Heads and Six Arms would surely become renowned across the myriad realms.
“Second Brother, impressive! I should’ve just let you handle it—why did I bother?” Xiang Chunan couldn’t help but give Feng Yan a thumbs-up.
Though he and Feng Yan were sworn brothers, he’d rarely seen Feng Yan fight and wasn’t sure of his strength, as Feng Yan was too low-key.
Now, he saw clearly: Feng Yan was strong—absurdly strong.
