Invincible Divine Sword Chapter 2137: 2137: Battle with the Master of Holy Realm
Previously on Invincible Divine Sword...
As the ancestor Chen Mo from the Holy Realm Academy barreled forward with fierce 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 in Chen Mo's direction.
The instant Yang Xiaotian's finger flicked, Chen Mo sensed the heavens crashing down upon him.
Such a horrifying force had never assaulted him before.
Actually, he had encountered this kind of horrifying force 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 utterly shattered by Chen Mo's impact!
It lay in total ruin!
After smashing through the walls of Cold Smoke Ancient City, Chen Mo tumbled down onto the central plaza of the city.
A massive furrow scarred the ground where he skidded along.
All onlookers stood stunned in shock.
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 the twenty-four Bright Wings spread wide, enveloped in radiant golden glow, akin to the sovereign of light, the ultimate ruler of the Bright Saint Clan.
From the void above, endless streams of Bright Heavenly Realm Origin Power cascaded like a celestial cascade, coiling around Yang Xiaotian's form.
A tremendous 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 with wide-eyed fear, his body shaking uncontrollably.
The members of the Holy Realm Academy all recoiled in horror.
Yang Xiaotian possessed the ability to wield the Bright Heavenly Realm Origin Power?
Didn't that signify Yang Xiaotian had become the ruler of the Bright Heavenly Realm!
Furthermore, the Holy Realm Academy members pondered 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 the overlord of all three realms!
In that instant, 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, its eyes shut, towering as high as the skies themselves.
As the Bright Heavenly Emperor manifested, the Bright Saint Clan quaked with emotion.
“It’s His Majesty Heavenly Emperor!”
“His Majesty Heavenly Emperor has returned!”
The Bright Saint Clan Leader exclaimed in joy.
“His Majesty Heavenly Emperor is back! Fortune smiles on my Bright Saint Clan! Our Majesty has returned!” The powerhouses of the Bright Saint Clan wept with overwhelming emotion.
The Sun God Tribe's powerhouses shared the same exhilaration.
“We pay respects to His Majesty Heavenly Emperor!”
Sun God Tribe powerhouses who remained unbound dropped to their knees in reverence.
“Pay respects to His Majesty Heavenly Emperor!”
“His Majesty Heavenly Emperor is unbeatable!”
The Bright Saint Clan powerhouses cried out in fervent excitement.
They longed to kneel down, yet all were shackled to the Cold Stone Pillar, preventing any prostration.
Every powerhouse of the Bright Saint Clan thrashed wildly, desperate to shatter the Cold Stone Pillar's bonds and bow before Yang Xiaotian. Moments ago, Chen Mo had declared the Bright Heavenly Emperor's demise, plunging the Bright Saint Clan into utter hopelessness. Now, a surge of unparalleled optimism filled every heart.
With a casual wave from Yang Xiaotian, innumerable rays of light rained down.
The bindings holding the Bright Saint Clan powerhouses snapped apart.
All Bright Saint Clan powerhouses immediately tasted freedom once more.
The Holy Realm Academy powerhouses witnessed the Bright Saint Clan breaking loose and lunged forward to intervene; but Yang Xiaotian let out a frosty snort, transforming the skies as vast numbers of Tribulation Thunders plummeted down.
These weren't mere ordinary Tribulation Thunders; each pulsed with a sinister purple-black radiance.
“Heavenly Punishment!”
The Holy Realm Academy powerhouses screamed in panic.
These Tribulation Thunders truly embodied the Heavenly Punishment Thunder.
Merely through a chilling snort, Yang Xiaotian had incited the fury of the Bright Heavenly Realm, unleashing this Heavenly Punishment.
Such was the ultimate dread of a Realm Lord's authority.
“No!” As the Heavenly Punishment Thunder descended, the Holy Realm Academy powerhouses despaired utterly.
One after another, the Holy Realm Academy powerhouses got swallowed by the Heavenly Punishment Thunder, vanishing into wisps of smoke across heaven and earth the very moment they were struck.
In the end, only Chen Mo, Wu Chong, and a handful of Holy Realm Academy leaders managed to evade the worst.
Yet, battered by the Heavenly Punishment Thunder's force, their protective armors lay in ruins, and ghastly wounds and fractures marred their bodies.
Chen Mo, Wu Chong, and the other Holy Realm Academy leaders seethed with a mix of terror and rage.
Wu Chong hadn't foreseen Yang Xiaotian commanding the Bright Heavenly Realm Origin Power, nor his might reaching such frightful heights.
Back when Yang Xiaotian harnessed the Ancestral Dragon Realm Origin Power, his prowess hadn't been this overwhelming. Even incorporating the Primordial Demon World Origin Power, it paled far compared to his current state.
Now, empowered by the Bright Heavenly Realm Origin, Yang Xiaotian's dominance proved absolutely crushing.
“His Majesty Heavenly Emperor is invincible!” The powerhouses from the Bright Saint Clan and Sun God Tribe roared with thrilled fervor.
Suddenly, the void ripped apart, and an unimaginably fearsome presence descended over Cold Smoke Ancient City. As this fearsome presence arrived, a silhouette radiating golden brilliance stepped forth from the rift.
The moment this silhouette emerged 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 through 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's arrival.
The Master of the Holy Realm eyed the gravely wounded Chen Mo, his features hardening; he hadn't anticipated such a drastic turn in the brief interval of his absence.
He cast a icy look toward the liberated members of the Bright Saint Clan and Sun God Tribe.
This single glance sent shivers through the hearts of the Bright Saint Clan and Sun God Tribe members.
The Master of the Holy Realm's gaze locked onto Yang Xiaotian's twenty-four Bright Wings, causing his eyes to narrow; he hadn't realized Yang Xiaotian had mastered the world's singular set of twenty-four Bright Wings.
Yet another unparalleled phenomenon!
He spoke in a frigid tone: “Yang Xiaotian, I never imagined that in merely a few centuries, you would advance to such a stage, forging the essences of the True Dragon World, the Primordial Demon World, and the Bright Heavenly Realm into dominion over the three realms!”
He pressed on: “Still, even if you unite the might of the three realms, even if you claim the title of Master of the Three Realms, you remain no opponent for me!”
His voice carried unshakeable conviction.
“Today, I shall demonstrate to every realm that no matter the challenger, any who defy me shall meet their end; neither the Long Yi of old nor you, Yang Xiaotian, can alter this fate!” With those words from the Master of the Holy Realm echoing, his form dissolved into the air.
In the blink of an eye, the Master of the Holy Realm stood right before Yang Xiaotian, his lone hand shaped like a dagger, thrusting straight toward Yang Xiaotian’s heart.
As his lone hand speared into Yang Xiaotian’s heart, everyone harbored an illusion, as though no force across all realms could halt this strike from the Master of the Holy Realm.