Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 170: Unmatched Power

There were not just a few hundred people on Windwood Ridge, but at least several thousand. 

Yet at this moment, the scene had fallen into utter silence. The sound of people swallowing could be clearly heard. 

A single punch shattering the domain of a Primordial Unity expert—this was too dreamlike, nearly mythical.

“This guy…”

Shangguan Jingyi stared blankly at Tian Fan, his jaw practically dropping to the ground. He knew Tian Fan was strong, but this was far too outrageous.

“Who exactly is he?!”

Murong Qiu’s beautiful eyes widened in shock as she looked at the man in the arena radiating a demonic aura. Even her voice trembled as she spoke.

The clanging of swords echoed without pause. Two elders quickly moved, and instantly, several swords appeared in the sky—knives, swords, even a massive divine hammer. Both elders specialized in the Supreme Sword Manipulation Technique of the Sword Immortal Sect.

These treasures gleamed with cold light, clearly no ordinary swords. Each carried its own spiritual nature. Now suspended midair, they exuded chilling killing intent, all aimed at Tian Fan.

“Stop!”

Shangguan Yu rushed forward, extending a massive hand, unleashing golden sword qi. But another elder, also at mid-stage Primordial Unity, stepped out to block him, denying him the chance to intervene.

The crowd in the distance paled in shock. The Sword Immortal Sect’s ambition was immense—they had mobilized so many experts. At this moment, five Primordial Unity experts had appeared, clearly intent on annihilating the Son of God.

Boom…

Dust filled the sky, the earth shattered, and the ground where Tian Fan stood became nothing but a wasteland of sand and rubble.

“He’s done for now!”

“That’s right. The Fifth Elder and Sixth Elder’s sword arts can even shatter mountains!”

The disciples of the Sword Immortal Sect sneered coldly, confident in the elders’ terrifying strength. But when the dust finally settled, their expressions froze. A white figure slowly walked out, scattering broken fragments of swords around him. A faint divine radiance flowed across his body—this was the most perfect battle physique.

“How is that possible? Just how strong is his body?!”

“Those weren’t ordinary swords!”

The spectators’ faces were filled with disbelief. The Sword Immortal Sect’s Supreme Sword Manipulation Technique was unimaginably powerful, with a lineage stretching back to ancient times, said to be created by a legendary sword Ancestor. Its might was unfathomable.

And their swords, while not divine artifacts, were peerless treasures, capable of harmonizing with that supreme technique. Yet now, they had been shattered into scrap iron by a single young man.

“Impossible… impossible!”

The two elders’ pupils contracted, faces filled with denial. Dozens of radiant swords shot from their bodies, merging into a piercing whistle. Clouds within a thousand feet were shattered, and countless experts in the distance turned pale. This sword art was far too terrifying, capable of killing across a thousand miles.

Crack!

Multicolored divine light flickered as dozens of swords flew out—only to be smashed to pieces in an instant by Tian Fan’s golden hand.

Pfft!

That golden palm slashed through the air like a supreme divine sword, cleaving one elder clean in half. With a slight shake, the corpse exploded into fragments, body and soul alike annihilated.

Clean and decisive—killed in a single strike. The entire place fell deathly silent.

That elder had been a powerful Primordial Unity expert! His Supreme Sword Manipulation Technique had swept through countless battles unchallenged. Yet before Tian Fan, he hadn’t even been able to resist—shattered like tofu.

Tian Fan’s clothes were unstained by blood. He ignored the crowd, expressionless, walking forward. His eyes were fixed only on the other mid-stage Primordial Unity elder.

“Stop!”

A young man in golden robes stepped out, shouting. Barely twenty years old, he had already reached the peak of Cloud Heaven—a peerless genius.

At his words, Tian Fan turned a cold gaze upon him. Demonic light flickered in his eyes, and instantly the young man’s eyes went gray. He collapsed lifelessly. When fellow disciples checked him, they trembled uncontrollably—his body bore no wounds, but his divine sense had been completely erased.

“You—!”

The remaining elder’s heart went cold, retreating a step. Tian Fan walked forward in silence, demonic mist swirling around him. From start to finish, he had spoken no words, yet his actions were merciless—already two Primordial Unity experts had died by his hand.

The mid-stage Primordial Unity elder clenched his teeth until they nearly shattered. Two Primordial Unity experts—these were the Sword Immortal Sect’s core strength! Even for the foremost immortal sect, this loss was incalculable.

His expression turned frosty as he advanced personally. His killing intent shook the ninth heaven. A hill behind him exploded into rubble under the pressure. The onlookers were horrified—this old man was terrifying, perhaps already half a step into late-stage Primordial Unity.

“Young man, fall back. I’ll deal with him!”

Shangguan Yu was powerful. Though also at mid-stage Primordial Unity, he forced back the sword Immortal elder. He now stood protectively before Tian Fan.

“Move aside…”

Tian Fan finally spoke. His cold voice sent chills down Shangguan Yu’s spine. Looking into his eyes, Shangguan Yu felt an inexplicable fear. His body moved involuntarily, stepping aside as Tian Fan walked past, shrouded in dark demonic aura.

“No one can harm her. No one—not anyone!”

A kind, innocent girl had perished, yet still suffered humiliation. It was heartbreaking—and infuriating. Fixing his blood-red eyes on the elder who had insulted Zi Ying, Tian Fan nearly roared the words.

Without another word, the sword Immortal elder sneered and attacked. In his hand appeared a treasure pagoda, which instantly expanded a hundredfold, larger than a mountain. Ten thousand rays of divine light cascaded down like Mount Tai, pressing toward Tian Fan.

Crack!

The sound of shattering porcelain rang out. Countless fragments flew in all directions as Tian Fan’s golden fist pierced through, shattering the elder’s chest.

The elder’s face froze in horror. Blood gushed from his chest, dyeing his robes crimson.

“You all deserve to die!”

Tian Fan’s icy voice rang out as he clenched his golden fist. With a violent tremor, the sword Immortal elder’s body exploded, flesh and soul obliterated.

“Heavens—what did I just witness?!”

“He destroyed a terrifying mid-stage Primordial Unity expert with one punch! Gods, I must be dreaming—someone wake me!”

The scene was deathly quiet, broken only by a few people muttering dazedly, slapping their own faces in disbelief. The Sword Immortal Sect disciples were ashen, their bodies trembling. Their resident elder, a transcendent mid-stage Primordial Unity expert, had just been obliterated with a single punch by the young man in the arena. Who here could possibly stop him now?

“Today, no one leaves alive!”

Tian Fan’s merciless words shook everyone present—even the Shangguan clan members stood in stunned silence.

A dragon has its reverse scale—touch it, and it must kill!

In the past, he had destroyed the Yin-Yang Sect, a sect with tens of thousands of years of heritage, all for her sake. Today, he would not hesitate. He had decided to erase every branch of the Sword Immortal Sect here. His cold gaze filled every heart with terror.