Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 159: Peak Showdown

In the western region of the Divine Martial Continent, the heir of the Huangpu Clan and Tian Fan stood face-to-face high above the heavens. 

Both were unmatched figures of the younger generation—so powerful that even experts in the early stage of the Primordial Unity Realm were no match for them. Between the two, invisible currents of energy howled through the air, and fine arcs of lightning flickered in the sky.

In the distance, an eagle flapped its wings as it soared overhead—only to be shredded instantly by the sheer force of their unseen auras, not even leaving behind a single feather. 

The spectators below broke out in a cold sweat at the sight.

Boom!

The heir of the Huangpu Clan’s hands formed intricate seals. Behind him, six enormous spectral hands materialized, as if he had transformed into a six-armed demon spirit. Red divine light surged around him in waves, and in each of those six hands rested a weapon, trembling lightly. Each vibration released a circle of destructive resonance—like a strange and ominous rhythm—that made the hearts of many below pound wildly.

“Hmph…”

Tian Fan let out a cold snort, utterly fearless. He had resolved to kill the heir of the Huangpu Clan here and now, unwilling to leave even the slightest hidden danger for his friends. Without wasting words, he unleashed a colossal golden palm that blotted out the sky, collapsing the void and shaking heaven and earth. For the first time before the eyes of the world, he revealed such overwhelming power—enough to make even early Primordial Unity experts retreat.

Both men carried the bearing of those who could look down on the world, their battle prowess unrivaled. Waves of terrifying energy spread out in all directions from their clash, the very fabric of this realm seeming on the verge of shattering with a deafening roar.

Tian Fan, clad in snowy white robes, moved through the void using the Divine Cloud Steps, leaving behind afterimages. Merging completely with the Five Elements Seal, his aura was vast and sacred. Silver mists swirled, and beneath his feet bloomed a resplendent silver lotus, lifting him high. Petals of flower rain drifted around him, making him seem like a god descended to the mortal world.

Each step he took made the void quiver. This was the pure will to fight—invincible in self-belief—pushing him into a whole new realm. His golden radiance shone so brightly it dimmed even the sun, while his blood energy surged into the clouds. His golden fist struck forward, shattering an expanse of space itself.

The heir of the Huangpu Clan remained calm and steady. Power roared within him as if a demon spirit had awakened. Scarlet light pulsed from his body, accompanied by a chilling blade’s cry. His speed was blistering—transforming into a streak of red light—barely evading Tian Fan’s killing strike. With a fluid, natural motion, he swung his right hand upward, sending waves of destructive force rolling through the heavens.

A blood-colored blade aura shot from his hand, ripping through the void. It became a streak of scarlet light like a divine weapon, trailing a long red tail as it hurtled toward Tian Fan’s brow.

Boom!

Tian Fan sneered, golden radiance exploding from his body, deeper and vaster than the ocean. 

A golden “swast!ka” seal pressed downward, its light threads seeming sharp enough to slice heaven and earth. Having witnessed an ancient, nameless god use this technique up close, he had drawn new inspiration. His hands danced swiftly, sending nine golden ancient characters flying from his fingertips, each resonating with the deep rhythm of the Dao—like morning bells and evening drums—emanating a sovereign, world-commanding might.

The ringing clash reverberated across the heavens. 

The heir of the Huangpu Clan’s gaze sharpened. A fragment of bone emerged from between his brows, glowing with hazy light, intercepting the nine golden characters. The fragment shone faint gold, and with a flicker, the heir of the Huangpu Clan’s figure vanished completely—as though he had melded himself into the void.

“This is…”

Even the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace—known as the young god of slaughter—showed rare surprise. This stealth technique was masterful, as if its user had branded themselves into space itself. Yet a mocking smile soon tugged at his lips.

“Save it. That trick doesn’t work on me!”

Tian Fan’s cold voice rang out as golden light flashed in his eyes. His massive golden palm reached straight behind him, splitting the sky and shaking the world as it pulled the heir of the Huangpu Clan out from the void.

Boom!

The Five Elements Seal descended to crush everything, silvery divine light streaming like fine rivers—thin as cicada threads, yet immeasurably strong—suppressing even this peak genius of the Huangpu clan.

Pop!

With a faint sound, that bone fragment once again shot forth, striking the formation and blocking its sealing might. Tian Fan frowned, sensing a strange, otherworldly power from the fragment—mysterious and formidable.

The heir of the Huangpu Clan was blasted away, his face pale yet largely unharmed. His fighting intent only grew fiercer, scarlet light blazing to the heavens. Complex seals formed in his hands, and a red four-pointed star array lit up beneath his feet. With steady, unhurried steps, he advanced toward Tian Fan, his right hand rising as a tangible killing intent descended from above.

Boom!

Tian Fan met his gaze coldly, striding forward. The golden “swast!ka” seal above his head trembled lightly, shattering the incoming scarlet energy. The two then split into countless afterimages, attacking again and again, gold and crimson flashing as the world quaked. Massive energy spheres burst in the skies above.

The speed was too great. Those watching from below could not follow, only seeing two streaks of light streaking through the heavens.

“D*mn it, you two b*stards! Go fight somewhere else!”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace shouted irritably as the two drifted above his head. A bolt of divine lightning struck down, nearly blasting his hair off.

Tian Fan stood still in midair, the golden “swast!ka” seal floating above him, cascading rings of golden light down to form a protective barrier—like a small world. His wild hair danced as he stepped forward like a battle god incarnate.

“Heaven-Locking Moon Slash!”

His cold, clear voice rang out, a merciless smile at his lips. A golden sword of pure energy—like a world-ending blade—descended upon the heir of the Huangpu Clan. The void around it collapsed, black cracks spiderwebbing outward.

“Go!”

The heir of the Huangpu Clan’s expression changed drastically. The bone fragment at his brow ignited like divine fire, dazzling as a star and lighting the land for thousands of feet around. The brilliance was so intense that no one could keep their eyes open.

Boom!

Though no larger than a thumb, the fragment exuded immense power, unleashing endless divine light. Fueled by the heir of the Huangpu Clan’s Dao force, it barely managed to withstand Tian Fan’s Heaven-Locking Moon Slash. But in that instant, Tian Fan’s golden palm came crashing down like divine thunder from the Ninth Heaven. Space shattered all around.

the heir of the Huangpu Clan’s face shifted in alarm. There was no way to dodge. Scarlet light erupted from his body as he cast forty-nine layers of storm barriers around himself.

Boom!

Tian Fan’s palm expanded, its might terrifying enough to make distant spectators shudder. Such power could crush even a Primordial Unity Realm cultivator to pulp.

Pfft!

Golden light blazed from Tian Fan as his palm collapsed the heavens. 

The heir of the Huangpu Clan spat blood, his face ashen, his body nearly split apart.

“I told you—against me, you have no hope of victory!”

Tian Fan’s voice was cold, but inwardly he was shocked. 

The heir of the Huangpu Clan’s resilience was monstrous. That strike could have slain a mid-Primordial Unity cultivator outright, yet it had only made him vomit blood.

“Young master!”

The Huangpu clan’s people below cried out in alarm, their faces pale. The Son of God was too terrifying. They had once seen the heir of the Huangpu Clan repel a Primordial Unity master with one hand, but now he was coughing blood under Tian Fan’s palm.

“Even if you defeat me, you won’t leave here alive!”

The heir of the Huangpu Clan’s tone was frosty as he wiped the blood from his lips. Divine power surged within him like a raging ocean, flooding toward Tian Fan.

Buzz!

Tian Fan struck again, his golden fist tearing through the sky as he declared:

“I’ll make it plain—unless your Huangpu clan throws everything they have at me, you won’t lay a finger on me!”

Boom!

Divine light erupted as the two clashed in a true battle to the death. They were like dragons among men, their duel on par with two Primordial Unity experts in full combat. The killing intent was enough to chill the soul.

“Arrogant! I alone am enough to subdue you!”

the heir of the Huangpu Clan’s voice was sharp. His aura transformed, becoming ethereal, like a Buddha descending, untouched by the dust of the mortal world. Hands pressed together, his expression became solemn, almost as if he had stepped into enlightenment.

Tian Fan’s eyes narrowed, but he did not retreat. Golden palm extended again, faint lightning crawling along it as it split the void.

“Lin!”

The heir of the Huangpu Clan’s shout rang like a divine bell across the skies, shattering the void ahead. An immense soundwave swept toward Tian Fan, forcing his golden palm apart and numbing his hands.

“Is that all?”

Tian Fan’s voice was cold as he stepped forward once more, golden fist descending like heaven’s thunder—mighty enough to make the heart tremble. But just then, his instincts screamed danger. His body went cold as he shot backward without hesitation.

In the next instant, a strange figure emerged from the void, smashing a fist into where Tian Fan had stood. The surrounding space fractured and collapsed into a massive black hole that swallowed everything.

A deep cyan mist flooded the area, a suffocating power surging like a boundless ocean—like a figure from the Return-to-Immortal Realm had descended.

A terrifying divine technique.

“Your spiritual sense is keen—but that alone won’t let you stand against me!”

The heir of the Huangpu Clan’s demeanor had shifted completely, now impossibly serene, black hair swaying as though he were an immortal.

“I’ll admit, that secret art is impressive. But if you think it’s enough to defeat me, you’re in for disappointment.”

Tian Fan sneered, undaunted. Behind him, a divine diagram slowly emerged, at its heart a Taiji yin-yang symbol surrounded by the eight trigrams—Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Xun, Dui—etched in a mysterious pattern. 

Around him, it was as if the world had returned to its primal state, a newborn realm. Wisps of chaotic energy drifted around him, vast and unending.