Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 161: Overbearing

The two elders of the Shangguan clan were extremely furious. Their entire bodies exuded an overwhelming aura, and a chilling murderous intent spread out. The disappearance of Zi Ying had left the entire clan seething with anger. Tian Fan, in his rage, destroyed the Yin-Yang Sect, which lessened some of the fury in their hearts, but only a little. During this time, the Shangguan clan, once a sacred ground of martial arts, had grown unusually quiet, and a trace of worry lingered on everyone’s faces.

Now, Zi Ying’s life was completely tied to Tian Fan. Yet someone dared to harm him—naturally, the two elders were enraged beyond measure. Even the Huangpu clan, one of the four ancient martial families, showed no courtesy, their eyes glinting with killing intent.

“Reason? He killed my child. Is that reason enough?”

The Huangpu clan, one of the seven supreme powers on the Divine Martial Continent, naturally felt no fear toward the Shangguan clan. A middle-aged man stepped forward.

Tian Fan sneered coldly and directly struck forward with a spiritual imprint, condensing into a glowing screen in mid-air. Images flashed across it, replaying past events one by one.

“He deserved to die!”

“Utterly unforgivable!”

The two Shangguan elders spoke coldly after seeing everything, without showing the slightest leniency. This made the two middle-aged men from the Huangpu clan look extremely grim.

“You two may be seniors, but don’t you think you’re going too far? He killed several members of my Huangpu clan, even daring to strike down our direct descendants. No matter what, we cannot let this go. Otherwise, where will the dignity of my Huangpu clan stand?”

Another middle-aged man from the Huangpu clan stepped forward, speaking neither humbly nor arrogantly, surprising everyone below. As one of the Huangpu clan’s patriarchs, though he appeared as a middle-aged man, he had lived for at least seven or eight thousand years. Yet he actually addressed the two Shangguan elders as “seniors.” Just how long had those two lived?

“Huangpu Ling, don’t think your clan’s so-called dignity is anything special. If your clan cannot discipline its own members, don’t blame others. Those people deserved their deaths. Let me be clear: if you dare touch the ones under my protection, then the Shangguan clan will not hesitate to go to war with the Huangpu clan!”

The Shangguan elder gave no face whatsoever, his words domineering, shaking the two Huangpu patriarchs to the core.

“The Shangguan clan is nothing extraordinary. My son cannot die in vain. Blood must be repaid with blood. You two are just avatars—what’s so impressive about that?”

Furious flames surged around Huangpu Han’s father, his body glowing with blazing red light. He had just stepped into the Immortal Ascension Realm when he received the terrible news: his son had been slain outside. How could he swallow such humiliation? He had personally come to kill Tian Fan, yet he hadn’t expected the Shangguan clan to shield him, even granting him protective avatars.

“If you want to fight, then I’ll stretch my bones with you!”

The other Shangguan elder waved his left hand, pressing down toward Huangpu Han’s father. His palm strike appeared plain and without any energy fluctuations, but it made the middle-aged man’s heart pound with dread.

Boom!

Huangpu Han’s father swung his crimson fist forward, the terrifying force shattering the void around him. Yet that incomparably powerful punch was instantly swatted aside when it met the elder’s palm, sending him flying backward.

The disciples of the Huangpu clan were utterly shocked. Just an avatar alone had managed to fling away a Immortal Ascension powerhouse.

Tian Fan was stunned. Were all members of the Shangguan clan this terrifying? Even Shangguan Yuntian’s avatar alone could suppress three Immortal Ascension experts, and this elder was just as powerful—downright monstrous.

“You two seniors are going too far. A life for a life—that is the law of heaven and earth. By sheltering a sinner like this, you are crossing the line.”

Another Huangpu patriarch spoke solemnly.

“Cut the crap! If you want to fight, then fight. If not, then get lost! If you dare lay a hand on him, I’ll tear your entire Huangpu clan apart!”

Such domineering words made even the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace behind them wipe cold sweat. Damn, these two Shangguan elders were really something. They didn’t act like lofty experts at all—instead, they outright threatened to topple the Huangpu clan. That was insane! The Huangpu clan wasn’t comparable to the Yin-Yang Sect—it was a lineage with unimaginable heritage.

Still, he knew that if the Shangguan clan didn’t fear provoking a dark upheaval across the Divine Martial Continent, they truly had the power to annihilate the Huangpu clan. Just Shangguan Yuntian alone was enough to suppress the entire Huangpu clan, an absolute powerhouse who stood above heaven and earth. Of course, if such a battle truly broke out, the Shangguan clan would also suffer greatly.

Tian Fan’s pupils contracted. He knew the elder wasn’t joking. If he died, Zi Ying would perish with him. He clearly understood what Zi Ying meant to the Shangguan clan—she was their true jewel, valued even more than the undefeated legend Shangguan Yuntian himself. The whole clan treated her as a treasure, afraid she might suffer even the slightest grievance. If her last hope of survival was destroyed, the Shangguan clan really might wipe the Huangpu clan off the map in fury.

“In that case, then we have no choice but to offend you!”

“It should’ve been like this from the start. Enough nonsense!”

The Shangguan elder struck directly, his withered palm colliding with Huangpu Ling. Their fierce clash shattered the surrounding space, terrifying everyone. The power of Immortal Ascension cultivators was too dreadful—people quickly retreated far away.

Both were ancient monsters, releasing destructive waves. Their bodies radiated divine light, transcending human limits. Their battle was terrifying to the extreme.

The collision was devastating yet strangely silent, no energy storm leaking out—their control over power was perfect.

Huangpu Ling’s mouth bled as he staggered back over ten steps, his face pale.

The Shangguan elder also stepped back a few paces, cracks appearing on his palm, but he was otherwise unharmed—proof of his terrifying strength.

“Young man, let me see just how strong a so-called rising genius of the Huangpu clan really is.”

On the other side, the second Shangguan elder slowly walked forward, locking eyes on Huangpu Han’s father. His silver hair fluttered lightly, and he carried himself like an enlightened master. With his left hand behind his back, he extended his right hand forward. A golden sword formation emerged, shaking the heavens, nearly freezing time itself.

Boom!

A crimson light erupted as Huangpu Han’s father struck out, countless bloody blades slicing through the sky, trying to sever time itself. But they couldn’t shake the golden sword formation, and he was blasted backward several yards.

“This…!!”

The distant Huangpu clan members turned pale. These two elders were far too terrifying—casually suppressing two Immortal Ascension powerhouses of their clan.

“You’ve only just stepped into this realm.”

The elder’s words were simple, but his voice carried deep into everyone’s mind. A novice to the Immortal Ascension Realm could never match him.

“You’ve only lived a few thousand years longer than me. What’s so great about that? If I were born in your era, you wouldn’t even be worthy of carrying my shoes!”

Boom!

The elder’s face darkened instantly, unleashing a crushing pressure that weighed down on Huangpu Han’s father as if he had been cast into an endless abyss of snow. He was forced from the heavens, directly suppressed.

“Even the head of your Huangpu clan wouldn’t dare speak to me like this. And you? What the hell are you? If you piss me off, I’ll cripple you on the spot!”

The elder’s words were extremely arrogant, without a trace of a supreme expert’s demeanor. 

Even Tian Fan was left speechless. 

Huangpu Han’s father was humiliated and enraged, his fury boiling over. Such blatant contempt hurt worse than death.