Invincible Divine Sword Chapter 2137: 2137: Battle with the Master of Holy Realm
Previously on Invincible Divine Sword...
As the old ancestor Chen Mo from the Holy Realm Academy charged forward with overwhelming killing intent, Yang Xiaotian unfurled the twenty-four Bright Wings on his back, much like a peacock fanning out its feathers.
Instantly, as the twenty-four Bright Wings extended fully, the whole heaven and earth burst into dazzling light.
Yang Xiaotian merely lifted his hand and snapped his finger toward Chen Mo.
The instant Yang Xiaotian's finger flicked, Chen Mo sensed the heavens crashing down upon him.
Such a fearsome force had never struck him before.
Actually, he had encountered this kind of horrifying power from just a single individual.
Bang!
Chen Mo shot backward like a rubber ball rebounding.
He crashed straight into the walls of Cold Smoke Ancient City.
The ancient walls of Cold Smoke Ancient City, enduring for eons, got smashed through by Chen Mo in one go!
It was utterly demolished!
After smashing apart the walls of Cold Smoke Ancient City, Chen Mo tumbled down onto the central square of Cold Smoke Ancient City.
A massive furrow formed along the path where he skidded.
All onlookers stood stunned.
Who exactly was Chen Mo? The top powerhouse on the Eternal Realm List! But a single finger flick sent him flying without any resistance, just like swatting a pesky insect.
The top powerhouse on the Eternal Realm List resembled nothing more than an insect before Yang Xiaotian!
Everyone felt a deep chill of terror.
Chen Mo coughed up blood while staring at Yang Xiaotian in dread, only to behold Yang Xiaotian with his twenty-four Bright Wings spread wide, enveloped in radiant golden glow, akin to the Ruler of Light, the ultimate sovereign of the Bright Saint Clan.
From the skies, endless streams of Bright Heavenly Realm Origin Powers cascaded like a celestial cascade, encircling Yang Xiaotian's form.
A dominating sacred pressure radiated from Yang Xiaotian.
This sacred pressure weighed down upon every corner of the heavens.
All present felt an irresistible urge to kneel and pay homage.
“Bright Heavenly Realm Origin Power!” Wu Chong, another top powerhouse on the Eternal Realm List, gazed at Yang Xiaotian in shock, his body quaking.
The members of the Holy Realm Academy all paled in fright.
Could Yang Xiaotian truly wield the Bright Heavenly Realm Origin Power?
Didn't that signify Yang Xiaotian had become the overlord of the Bright Heavenly Realm!
What's more, the Holy Realm Academy folks recalled something even more alarming!
Yang Xiaotian already ruled over the Ancestor Dragon Realm and the Primordial Demon World. Adding the Bright Heavenly Realm would make him sovereign of all three domains!
Right then, Yang Xiaotian called forth the Radiant Heavenly Emperor’s Dharma Aspect.
The Radiant Heavenly Emperor’s Dharma Aspect loomed behind Yang Xiaotian, gripping the Heavenly Sword, eyes shut, towering as if touching the firmament.
As the Bright Heavenly Emperor manifested, the Bright Saint Clan quivered in awe.
“It’s His Majesty Heavenly Emperor!”
“His Majesty Heavenly Emperor has returned!”
The Bright Saint Clan Leader exclaimed.
“His Majesty Heavenly Emperor is back! Fortune smiles on my Bright Saint Clan! Our Majesty returns!” The Bright Saint Clan powerhouses wept with joy.
The Sun God Tribe members shared the same exhilaration.
“We pay respects to His Majesty Heavenly Emperor!”
Sun God Tribe powerhouses who remained unbound dropped to their knees.
“Pay respects to His Majesty Heavenly Emperor!”
“His Majesty Heavenly Emperor stands undefeated!”
The Bright Saint Clan powerhouses yelled in thrill.
They yearned to kneel, yet all were chained to the Cold Stone Pillar, preventing them from doing so.
Every Bright Saint Clan powerhouse thrashed wildly, desperate to shatter the Cold Stone Pillar's bindings and prostrate before Yang Xiaotian. Moments ago, Chen Mo had declared the Bright Heavenly Emperor's demise, plunging the Bright Saint Clan into hopelessness. Now, an explosive surge of optimism filled every heart.
With a casual sweep of his hand, Yang Xiaotian unleashed myriad rays of light from above.
The bindings holding the Bright Saint Clan powerhouses snapped apart.
All Bright Saint Clan powerhouses immediately tasted freedom.
Holy Realm Academy powerhouses witnessed the Bright Saint Clan break loose and lunged to intervene; Yang Xiaotian let out a frosty huff, instantly altering the skies as vast numbers of Tribulation Thunders plummeted down.
These weren't mere Tribulation Thunders; each pulsed with a sinister purple-black radiance.
“Heavenly Punishment!”
Holy Realm Academy powerhouses cried out in panic.
These Tribulation Thunders were truly the Heavenly Punishment Thunder.
A mere icy snort from Yang Xiaotian appeared to rouse the fury of the Bright Heavenly Realm, summoning forth Heavenly Punishment.
This embodied the ultimate dread of a Realm Lord's authority.
“No!” As the Heavenly Punishment Thunder descended, Holy Realm Academy powerhouses sank into utter desperation.
Holy Realm Academy powerhouses vanished one after another into the Heavenly Punishment Thunder, and upon contact, they dissolved into wisps of smoke, erased from existence between heaven and earth.
In the end, only Chen Mo, Wu Chong, and a handful of Holy Realm Academy leaders narrowly survived.
Yet, battered by the Heavenly Punishment Thunder's force, their protective gear lay in ruins, and ghastly wounds and fractures marred their bodies.
Chen Mo, Wu Chong, and the other Holy Realm Academy leaders mixed fear with rage.
Wu Chong hadn't foreseen Yang Xiaotian mastering the Bright Heavenly Realm Origin, nor his might reaching such horrifying heights.
Back when Yang Xiaotian commanded the Ancestral Dragon Realm Origin Power, his prowess wasn't this overwhelming. Even incorporating the Primordial Demon World Origin Power, it paled far in comparison to his current state.
Now, harnessing the Bright Heavenly Realm Origin, Yang Xiaotian's dominance proved absolutely crushing.
“His Majesty Heavenly Emperor is invincible!” Bright Saint Clan and Sun God Tribe powerhouses roared with fervor.
Suddenly, a rift tore through the void, unleashing an unimaginably dread aura over Cold Smoke Ancient City. As this dread aura settled, a silhouette radiating golden brilliance emerged from the tear.
The moment this silhouette stepped from the void, the heavens and earth seemed to buckle under an immense weight, leaving everyone gasping for breath.
“Master of the Holy Realm!” The Bright Saint Clan Leader's expression twisted in alarm.
The entity ripping the void and appearing was none other than the Master of the Holy Realm.
“Your Majesty the Master of the Holy Realm!” Chen Mo, Wu Chong, and the rest lit up with relief at the Master of the Holy Realm's arrival.
The Master of the Holy Realm eyed the gravely wounded Chen Mo, his features hardening; he hadn't anticipated such drastic shifts in the brief span of his absence.
He cast a chilling look at the liberated Bright Saint Clan and Sun God Tribe members.
This gaze sent shivers through the hearts of the Bright Saint Clan and Sun God Tribe.
The Master of the Holy Realm's gaze locked onto Yang Xiaotian’s twenty-four Bright Wings, his eyes narrowing in surprise, as he hadn't thought Yang Xiaotian would master the world's singular twenty-four Bright Wings.
Yet another unparalleled phenomenon!
He spoke icily: “Yang Xiaotian, I never imagined that in merely a few hundred years, you’d advance to such a stage, merging the essences of the True Dragon World, the Primordial Demon World, and the Bright Heavenly Realm to claim dominion over the three realms!”
He pressed on: “Still, even with the might of the three realms combined, even as the Master of the Three Realms, you cannot rival me!”
His voice carried absolute conviction.
“Today, I shall demonstrate to every realm that no one, no matter who, dares defy me without meeting destruction; neither Long Yi of old nor you, Yang Xiaotian, can alter this fate!” With the Master of the Holy Realm's words echoing, he dissolved into thin air mid-sky.
In the blink of an eye, the Master of the Holy Realm stood before Yang Xiaotian, his lone hand shaped like a dagger, thrusting straight for Yang Xiaotian’s heart.
As his hand speared toward Yang Xiaotian’s heart, all witnesses harbored an illusion that no force across the realms could halt this strike from the Master of the Holy Realm.