Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 163: Desperate Situation

The Primordial Demon-Sealing Seal radiated boundless holiness, as if a true divine sword for sealing demons had descended into the mortal realm. Its destructive waves grew stronger and stronger. On the other side, the Ancient Demon-Sealing Sword floated in a hazy mist, exuding a terrifying aura, like a ferocious beast sprawled across the sky, opening its blood-soaked maw.

Buzz…

Tian Fan’s expression was cold and detached. The Yin-Yang Sword in his hand erupted with boundless brilliance, yin and yang qi surging like a great flood. His body glowed with silver light as the Yin-Yang Sword slowly left his grip, its tip pointing to the heavens. It trembled violently, shooting forth a pillar of sword light that pierced both sky and earth.

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace still wore his roguish smile. The short blade in his hand gleamed with a ghostly light as he carved a killing formation into the void before him. Crimson and black interwove, making the space itself tremble. He cultivated a supreme killing art—far more terrifying than most cultivators at the peak of Cloud Heaven—because this art was born solely for slaughter.

“Destroy!”

The two spoke in succession, their voices like demonic chants from hell. The Yin-Yang Sword slashed down diagonally, dragging with it the destructive pillar of sword light. The void collapsed instantly, turning into a vortex of energy. A disciple of the Sword Immortal Sect was ripped apart on the spot, reduced to a mist of blood.

The Holy Son’s killing diagram dimmed, turning into a bolt of lightning that clashed with the Demon-Suppressing Seal above the Sword Immortal Sect disciples. Like a blade infused with death, flashing with ghostly demonic light, it sliced through the seal, spilling a rain of blood.

Both Tian Fan and the Holy Son were top prodigies of the younger generation in the Divine Martial Continent. With their current achievements, even some experts in the early Primordial Unity Realm had to avoid them. Though the Sword Immortal Sect disciples combined their powers into secret techniques, they could not achieve true harmony and thus were no match. They were shaken back violently, some coughing blood and gravely injured.

“Evil spawn, surrender at once!”

An elder of the Primordial Unity Realm roared furiously. His expression was grim as he thrust forward a massive earth-yellow palm, vast enough to blot out the sky. The void sank like paper under its pressure, the terrifying might of his divine power on full display.

“Hmph!”

Tian Fan sneered coldly, stepping forward. Without any unnecessary movements, he raised his right fist and punched upward. His iron fist burned with blazing white currents, tiny sparks of lightning flashing at its edges, as though it were linked to the divine thunder of the nine heavens.

Boom!

The massive earth-yellow hand was shattered outright, blood spraying across the skies. All five fingers burst apart, fragments of bone scattering down. For someone to attempt to suppress Tian Fan with mere flesh at this point was nothing short of courting death.

“Master!”

Several disciples of the Sword Immortal Sect cried out in alarm, fear filling their eyes. That was a peak Primordial Unity expert, yet his body couldn’t withstand the blow of a mere Cloud Heaven cultivator.

“You little beast!”

The elder trembled with rage, his ruined hand pointing at Tian Fan. His entire body shook. A dignified Primordial Unity expert, humiliated and injured by a Cloud Heaven cultivator in front of his disciples—if word spread, where would his dignity remain?

Suddenly, the void split apart. The dim killing diagram reappeared. Though faint and blurry, its power was still dreadful. It slashed down, severing the elder’s mangled hand entirely.

“Ah! Kill them! Kill them all!”

The elder roared in fury, body quaking with wrath and humiliation. Losing an arm before his disciples shattered his pride completely.

The battle erupted fully. A surge of Sword Immortal Sect disciples charged forth, faces filled with murderous intent as they unleashed secret techniques. Each was a peak Cloud Heaven expert, some over two hundred years old with vast combat experience. Such a force was enough to make even early Primordial Unity experts wary.

Slash! Slash!

But Tian Fan and the Holy Son felt no fear. Tian Fan’s entire body shone with golden light as he strode through the crowd, eyes flashing with divine brilliance. His Desire Without Trace technique spun wildly, thousands of spiritual threads like silken strands wrapped around his body. Any who touched them screamed in agony, thrown back bleeding. In this moment, he was like a demonic sovereign, his Yin-Yang Sword swinging without pause—every ten steps, a man fell, as if no one could bar his way.

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace was even more terrifying. He was a true god of slaughter, moving like a venomous serpent. Behind his graceful movements lay absolute killing intent. As the heir of the assassin clan, he had cultivated the killing art to perfection—whenever he struck, he left no survivors, every move a fatal blow.

“Enough!”

Two more elders shouted coldly, pressing forward. Though they appeared aged, they moved like wraiths, swift as light itself. One elder targeted Tian Fan, unleashing a great divine art of the Sword Immortal Sect. The sky turned pitch black, resembling tribulation clouds. Waves of terror spread across the land.

A mid-Primordial Unity Realm expert!

“Heaven-Locking Moon Slash!”

Tian Fan shouted. This elder was too strong, a full major realm and minor realm above him. He dared not hold back. But even using his full strength, he felt constrained, as though the elder was controlling everything, wielding the power of heaven and earth against him.

The clash was devastating. Tian Fan was sent flying, smashing through towering trees before coming to a halt, blood spilling from his lips. His eyes burned coldly as he glared at the elder. Just one exchange revealed the truth: with his current strength, he could contend with early Primordial Unity experts, but against a mid-Primordial Unity powerhouse, the gap was insurmountable.

On the other side, another mid-Primordial Unity elder struck, fingers piercing through the void like five heavenly swords, sweeping the Holy Son away with heavy injuries.

“With just you two, you dare oppose my Sword Immortal Sect? Overestimating yourselves!”

The two elders advanced coldly, one of them swinging his palm down on Tian Fan. This was no mere physical strike—threads of law intertwined upon it. He was invoking heaven’s seals to crush his foe.

Tian Fan’s heart tightened. He slashed with the Yin-Yang Sword, his body strong enough to shatter mountains. Yet at this moment his strikes felt sluggish, suppressed by an invisible force.

The elder’s palm pressed forward leisurely, resonating with the very pulse of heaven and earth. Tian Fan realized grimly that no matter how he swung, his sword would never land upon that hand.

“Not good!”

Tian Fan’s face changed, a chill of dread striking him. Without hesitation, he forced his body to move, unleashing Divine Cloud Steps and pushing the Divine Celestial Heart Sutra to its limit. In the instant before the giant black hand could crush him, he vanished, reappearing at the Holy Son’s side.

Boom!

The elder’s palm descended, divine power surging like a flood greater than the Yellow River. The blow was world-shattering, collapsing the heavens and riddling the void with cracks before it shattered completely.

“Go!”

Tian Fan appeared beside the Holy Son, who was now in miserable condition, hair disheveled and blood dripping from his lips. Even a Son of God-tier genius couldn’t withstand mid-Primordial Unity might.

Seizing him, Tian Fan activated Divine Cloud Steps, vanishing in a flash. Against two mid-Primordial Unity experts, one early Primordial Unity elder, and countless Cloud Heaven cultivators, they had no chance of victory.

“You won’t escape! After them!”

An elder of the Sword Immortal Sect turned into lightning, chasing at full speed, with the Cloud Heaven disciples in hot pursuit, murderous aura rolling.

The two fled aimlessly, unfamiliar with the Western Region. They flew south, startling countless cultivators along the way.

“That man looks familiar!”

“The Son of God of the Northern Region—he’s being hunted!”

Because of the Huangpu clan, many Northern cultivators already knew of Tian Fan. After the ancient tomb expedition, his name spread even further. Seeing him hunted, the onlookers eagerly followed.

“Good. Today the world will see—none may defy the Sword Immortal Sect. Defiance means only death!”

One mid-Primordial Unity elder spoke coldly, speeding up as divine power and laws surged.

Even from afar, the two elders attacked. A divine light fell from above Tian Fan and the Holy Son. Though Tian Fan’s body was as strong as those of the Immortal Ascension Realm, he still coughed blood, his white robes dyed red. The Holy Son fared worse, nearly losing his left arm, bone visible through torn flesh.

“Die!”

The early Primordial Unity elder struck most viciously, wanting to tear them apart. His divine power condensed into a sword of destruction, collapsing the space around it. The terrifying attack drained the color from Tian Fan and the Holy Son’s faces.

“D*mn it, break for me!”

The Holy Son’s arm still bled as his face turned pale. His right hand erupted with black flames, preparing to clash head-on with the demonic sword—otherwise, both would die.

“Move aside!”

Tian Fan roared, pulling him back. The Divine Celestial Heart Sutra burned wildly, divine light piercing the sky as a golden swastika sigil appeared before him.

Boom! Boom!

Both men spat blood. Tian Fan bore the brunt, standing in front. Though his body rivaled the greatest Immortal Ascension experts, it cracked under the strain, blood pouring from his wounds.

“Go!”

He said weakly, grabbing the Holy Son and unleashing Divine Cloud Steps once more. They vanished in a streak of light, fleeing into the distance. 

Behind them, Western cultivators gathered in droves, eager to witness the end of the Sword Immortal Sect’s hunt.

“These two old b*stards are terrifying!”

The Holy Son’s face was pale, his body weak. The two fled southward, their pursuers multiplying as the Sword Immortal Sect pressed forward steadily, determined to prove that none could oppose them.

“D*mn it… a dead end!”

Ahead of them stretched a heavenly chasm, as if carved by a supreme divine force. Boundless and endless, it exuded a yellowish deathly aura from below. The land was barren, devoid of vegetation, filled only with death. 

Just approaching it made their souls feel like they were about to scatter.