Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 162: Facing the Sword Immortal Sect

Everyone’s faces were filled with shock. 

The silver-haired elder of the Shangguan clan was utterly terrifying. His presence alone was enough to suppress a cultivator of the Immortal Ascension Realm, leaving them unable to move a single step. 

Just what kind of overwhelming power was required to exert such dominance with nothing but aura?

And more than that, his words carried tremendous weight. Even the head of the Huangpu clan did not dare speak rudely before him. From this alone, it was clear that his identity and standing were unimaginably high.

Among those present, Tian Fan probably understood the situation best. 

The two elders were the most senior figures of the Shangguan clan, people whose lifespans had long since reached their end. It was only because of the effects of the sacred fruit that they could appear here once again, their manifested forms returning briefly to this world.

“You!”

Huangpu Han’s father trembled slightly, fear flashing in his eyes, though what he felt more keenly was unbearable humiliation. He was a master of the Immortal Ascension Realm, a figure looked upon with reverence no matter where he went. Yet now, before everyone, he was suppressed by nothing more than a manifested avatar and even threatened with crippling words. The indignity was something he could not easily accept.

“Senior, please, I beg you to show mercy!”

At last, Huangpu Ling could not hold back. He bowed respectfully to the silver-haired elder. A Immortal Ascension Realm expert was no trivial matter. Even though the Huangpu clan was an ancient martial clan, losing such a powerhouse would still deal them a heavy blow they could not endure.

“One sentence—will you fight, or will you leave?”

The Shangguan elders were overbearing, their gazes sharp and pressing, leaving no room for hesitation.

“Since there are two seniors protecting him, we old men will not intervene further. We shall withdraw.”

Huangpu Ling compromised in the end. Against these two, they stood no chance. Their sheer aura alone proved as much. If they truly clashed, nine times out of ten, the Huangpu clan’s experts would perish here.

A flicker of darkness flashed in Huangpu Han’s father’s eyes, but he said nothing. Huangpu Han himself gave Tian Fan a long, heavy look before turning away.

“Child, we hope you gather the Five Spirit Orbs soon. We old fellows will await good news in the clan.”

With that, the avatars of the two elders dissipated into wisps of white mist, leaving behind only their final words.

“That’s it?”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace, who had been anticipating an earth-shaking clash, sounded disappointed. A battle that could have shaken the heavens and split the earth had ended so abruptly.

“What else do you want?”

Tian Fan shot him a glare, then turned and strode away.

The two of them were unfamiliar with the Western Region, so they could only walk while inquiring along the way. After traveling through many lands, they learned that flying from the Western Region to the Northern Region would take at least two years. The only alternative was a spatial teleportation array, but such arrays existed only within the holy lands of martial cultivation. 

In the Western Region, only the Huangpu clan possessed one.

“Why don’t you just borrow theirs?”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace bit down on a blade of grass, speaking with an air of casual mischief as they walked along a deserted, ancient road. Tian Fan ignored him completely, merely glancing sideways in annoyance before quickening his pace.

Buzz…

Suddenly, Tian Fan’s heart went cold. 

A wave of killing intent surged down from the heavens. The void ahead trembled violently, and a streak of chilling sword light descended from the skies, carrying the weight of eternity, shooting directly toward his brow.

Boom!

He instantly activated the Divine Cloud Steps, his figure blurring into an afterimage as he shifted dozens of feet away. Still, a thin line of blood marked his forehead. Behind him, the ground exploded violently, debris flying skyward, trees splintered, and dust blotting out the sky.

Expressionless, Tian Fan slowly turned his gaze forward. At some point, a group of figures had appeared, clad in plain robes. Among them were elders with weathered faces and young men with sharp eyes, each one exuding immense power. The weakest among them was already at the peak of Cloud Heaven, and three of them were cultivators of the Primordial Unity Realm.

“You really do attract trouble wherever you go,” the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace remarked wryly.

“Sword Immortal Sect.”

Tian Fan’s eyes grew cold as he looked upon the group. He instantly understood—the Huangpu clan would never simply let him go. They had passed the burden to others, leading the Sword Immortal Sect directly to him.

“No one has ever defied the Sword Immortal Decree, nor will anyone be allowed to defy it. Those who break the order… die!”

The voice of one elder, a terrifying figure of the Primordial Realm, echoed coldly, like ice water pouring into the bones.

“What a joke. Does the Sword Immortal Sect truly think itself ruler of the world? Sword Immortal Decree? Demon Extermination Decree? What gives you the right?”

Tian Fan sneered, hatred burning in his chest. If not for this sect’s schemes, he would still have a warm, peaceful life in the Great Sealing Sect with Li Yunyang and the others. Zi Ying would still be alive. But because of the Sword Immortal Sect, everything had been shattered.

“Sword Immortal Sect… one day, I will personally uproot your entire lineage.”

The memory of Zi Ying’s smiling face flashed before him, her gentle beauty now forever gone. The weight of grief twisted into unrelenting killing intent. His eyes burned crimson, his aura that of a beast cornered, ready to kill without mercy.

The experts of the Sword Immortal Sect faltered involuntarily, fear pricking at their hearts. His gaze was like that of a demon god, suffocating, as though death itself loomed. Even the three Primordial Unity Realm cultivators felt a chill crawl up their spines.

“Arrogant brat! You dare utter such madness? There is only one fate awaiting you—death!”

Another elder of the Primordial Unity Realm stepped forward coldly. His eyes then shifted toward the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace. “Outsiders, stand aside. The Sword Immortal Sect is here to execute demons. Interfere, and you will share his fate.”

“Leave this place. This has nothing to do with you. Don’t get dragged in.”

Tian Fan’s voice was deep, each word laced with killing intent. With his back turned toward the Saint Son, he seemed like a devil itself, his aura towering, his presence suffocating.

“What, and the Sword Immortal Sect is so great? Outsider? Execute demons? Execute your ancestors!”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace spat out the crushed blade of grass, storming forward with a reckless grin. He jabbed his finger at the elder, cursing loudly, every inch the street thug.

“Kill!”

The elder’s face remained calm as he waved his hand.

Boom!

The Sword Immortal Sect’s forces surged forward. Each one was an expert, their cultivation far beyond ordinary disciples. Though weaker than their sect’s divine sons, their combined power was enough to make even Primordial Realm cultivators wary.

Bang!

Tian Fan’s expression turned glacial as he strode forward. With each step, heaven and earth seemed to resonate with him. The air shook like celestial drums, his aura pressing upon every soul. Six steps fell, each more crushing than the last. When his seventh step descended, silence followed. Nothing seemed changed—until the two foremost disciples of the Sword Immortal Sect suddenly exploded into misty blood, their lives snuffed out without warning.

“Ancient Demon-Sealing Sword!”

The remaining Sword Immortal disciples reacted instantly, unshaken by the deaths. They quickly formed seals, pooling their strength into a radiant greatsword nearly ten feet long. It shone with divine brilliance, its edges radiating sanctity, yet beneath it lingered a wave of destructive force that chilled the air.

“Primordial Demon-Sealing Seal!”

From the other side, another group chanted ancient incantations, their hands weaving intricate patterns. Golden light erupted from the earth, forming a massive yin-yang diagram that hovered above their heads, suffused with oppressive energy. This was a supreme technique of their sect, requiring several peak Cloud Heaven cultivators to perform, and it was said to have the power to slay gods and exterminate demons.

Silver and gold, sword and seal—their power was overwhelming.

In response, yin-yang energies circulated around Tian Fan. A resplendent divine sword materialized in his right hand, while his left hand formed the seal of the Five Elements. A silver radiance burst forth, the Five Elements Diagram emerging, pressing toward the golden seal.

“This one’s mine!”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace appeared at Tian Fan’s side in a flash, a roguish grin curling his lips. A short blade gleamed coldly in his hand, its edge thirsting for blood.

Tian Fan paused briefly, then turned slightly, his back meeting that of the Holy Son. Their eyes fixed forward, unyielding. Above them, the Five Elements Diagram rose, releasing a protective silver light that enclosed them both.

Sometimes, words were unnecessary. 

A single action, a shared stance, was more than enough.