Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 171: Dragon’s Might

The wind wasn’t strong, but it was bitterly cold. 

Everyone on the mountain ridge felt as if they were standing at the bottom of a ten-thousand-foot icy abyss. 

The people from the Sword Immortal Sect felt it the most—each of them revealed expressions of sheer terror.

The overwhelming killing intent drove the crowd into panic. Instinctively, they all took a step back, not daring to meet the gaze of the man in the center, who stood like a devil god. 

One person at the very back seized the chance, slipping behind everyone’s cover and shooting away at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, he had fled hundreds of feet.

Puff!

Tian Fan’s expression remained cold as he looked in that direction. A flash of demonic light swept across his eyes, and in the distance, a cloud of blood exploded. Flesh and bone scattered, dyeing the grass around it a strange crimson.

“I told you… no one leaves here alive. All of you… must die!”

His voice was low, but it carried across the entire Windwood Ridge with chilling clarity. Though the suffocating killing intent had vanished, the spectators only felt colder. 

This wasn’t just a man—it was a demon king, merciless and heartless.

“H-How can he be like this? Too cruel!”

Murong Qiu wrinkled her nose, glaring at Tian Fan who slaughtered one after another like a ghost from hell, staining the ground in blood. She was deeply displeased.

“You don’t understand. Sometimes… some people must be killed.”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace stood beside her, his tone calm. 

His words stunned her. She couldn’t understand how this lecherous scoundrel suddenly came out with something like that.

“You… you’re too vicious!”

The only two Sword Immortal Sect elders at the Primordial Unity Realm trembled as they pointed at Tian Fan. These were the sect’s future, their pride, and he had butchered them all. It was a devastating loss.

“Hahaha… vicious? When you slaughtered others, did you ever think of that word?”

“Did you ever think about who forced me to this point?”

“Did you ever think that I only wanted to live a simple, ordinary life?”

“Did you ever think that if not for your schemes, I would still just be a little disciple of the Great Sealing Sect?”

“If not for you, she wouldn’t have come to save me! Yes, she was mischievous, she loved to pretend-cry and deceive others, she often made her family worry… but she would still be alive—happily alive!”

“All of you deserve to die! Every last one of you!”

Tian Fan’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared madly, tears of blood streaming down his face. His body trembled violently, consumed by grief and rage. In that moment, he seemed so powerless, so lonely, wrapped in endless sorrow.

Everyone was stunned. 

The Shangguan brothers’ eyes filled with grief. Ever since Zi Ying’s passing, the Shangguan family had lost its spirit. The old ancestors all entered death seclusion, and Shangguan Yuntian sat by his daughter’s body day after day, refusing to leave. The once-flourishing clan now lay silent and lifeless, even their loud yellow dog slumped about listlessly.

“Brother…”

Little Dragon’s voice was soft. It had always resided within Tian Fan, their spirits linked as one. Though its mind was still childlike, it clearly felt the boundless grief and pain in his heart. The little creature’s gaze turned angry as it glared at the two Sword Immortal Sect elders.

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace grew silent, shedding his usual careless grin. He had never imagined that beneath this man’s strength lay such pain. 

Murong Qiu stared blankly at the man she had only recently met, her eyes turning misty.

“Hmph! Our Sword Immortal Sect has never cared about such things!”

Suddenly, a sharp voice cut across the sky. 

A black speck appeared at the horizon, and in an instant it arrived above the heavens. A terrifying pressure descended like a raging storm, nearly knocking people off their feet.

“Yes! Li Hong may have died, but he managed to send word to the Patriarch! Now we’re saved!”

The disciples of the Sword Immortal Sect dropped to their knees, joy flooding their faces.

“Stand up!”

A middle-aged man in golden robes appeared. He looked like a sovereign, except the golden robe bore not a dragon, but two divine blades. His eyes were unfathomable. With a flick of his hand, he ordered the Sword Immortal disciples to rise, then turned his cold gaze on Tian Fan.

“You’ve slaughtered many of my sect’s experts. I’ll shatter your soul and spirit, and seal you in the Demon Refining Hall, condemned to eternal torment.”

“You… despicable! You even brought out someone at the Immortal Ascension Realm! You’ve long prepared for war, haven’t you? Do you intend to devour the Shangguan Clan whole?!”

Shangguan Yu’s face went pale. The enemy’s actions chilled him to the bone.

“Hmph! Your Shangguan Clan has grown far too arrogant. Did you really think Shangguan Yuntian was invincible? Our Sword Immortal Sect has people who can suppress him!”

The elder’s words dripped with contempt, igniting fury among the Shangguan clan. Shangguan Yuntian was their god—none, not even another Immortal Ascension expert, could insult him.

“You little wretch. From a mere nobody to this… and now I must dirty my own hands to kill you!”

The golden-robed man looked down on Tian Fan, his tone filled with bone-deep disdain. To him, Tian Fan was nothing more than an ant. After all, what was a Primordial Unity beginner compared to a Immortal Ascension existence? Killing him would be like crushing a bug.

“Hahaha! So what if you’re Immortal Ascension? Is it supposed to be impressive? It’s not like I haven’t killed one before!”

Tian Fan laughed bitterly, his fury spilling out. He stood firmly on the ground, locking eyes with the man in gold above.

“Arrogant brat!”

A massive palm came crashing down, blotting out the sky, severing heaven and earth. Everyone paled. The sheer physical might of a Immortal Ascension expert was terrifying beyond words.

Puff!

Blood sprayed into the sky. Everyone thought Tian Fan was finished—yet what they saw left them dumbfounded. 

The man in white had shattered the golden-robed man’s palm with a single punch.

“You…”

The man’s face twisted in disbelief as he looked at his broken hand. He hadn’t been injured in countless years. He had nearly forgotten what pain felt like. But today, a junior had wounded him. Veins bulged on his forehead as radiant light surged across his palm, rapidly healing the wound.

“Monster… what a terrifying body!”

Everyone gasped in shock. A Immortal Ascension expert had been injured—by someone at the Primordial Unity Realm!

“Die!”

Fury erupted from the man in gold. His palm turned pitch black, covering the heavens in darkness. The oppressive force made countless people collapse to the ground, as if the end of the world had come.

Boom!

Tian Fan’s black hair whipped wildly as golden light radiated from his body. The gap between realms was vast, and his only reliance was his indestructible physique.

His golden fist punched skyward, tearing through the void, burning like an eternal flame, colliding with the black hole formed by the man’s law power.

The void collapsed. Energy surged violently. Heaven and earth crumbled apart.

“Blocked it! He blocked a Immortal Ascension strike!”

Gasps erupted. No one could believe their eyes.

“So…you have such a body! Far stronger than mine! No wonder he dares act so arrogant!”

Excitement gleamed in the golden-robed man’s eyes as he stared greedily at Tian Fan.

“Hahaha! Heaven truly helps me! Such a powerful battle body, one-in-a-million! Combined with our Weapon Commanding Art, it will become the most terrifying puppet soldier!”

“Mo Wu, come! Help me suppress him! Do not damage the body—just crush his spirit!”

At his call, the Shangguan clan’s faces turned deathly pale. From the void, another figure cloaked in black light emerged. Another Immortal Ascension expert.

“You’ve all come? Good. None of you will leave. All of you will be buried here!”

Tian Fan’s icy words rang out. The spectators sighed—against two Immortal Ascension experts, was he mad to still speak like this? They thought grief had driven him insane.

“Little Snake, where are you going?! That’s dangerous, come back!”

Murong Qiu shouted in panic as the little creature wriggled free from her arms and flew toward the battlefield.

“Brother…”

The little one landed unsteadily on Tian Fan’s head, staring at him with worried eyes.

“Heh. Being called ‘brother’ by a beast… you’re truly a beast yourself!”

The black-cloaked figure sneered, mocking the little purple-gold dragon.

Tian Fan’s face instantly darkened. Murderous intent exploded once more as he glared at the elder.

“Today… rivers of blood will flow!”

“Rooaaarrr!”

At the same time, the little dragon rose from Tian Fan’s head, its small body expanding rapidly. With a thunderous roar, its cry shook the nine heavens above and the netherworld below. Born a divine beast, it had its pride—being called a mere animal enraged it.

Supreme dragon might swept across the world, shaking the heavens. 

Everyone’s faces went pale. Half of Windwood Ridge collapsed to the ground in terror. Many of the weaker cultivators fainted outright.

Those who remained conscious stared blankly at the enormous figure coiling in the sky—a thirty-zhang-long behemoth with camel’s head, serpent’s neck, deer’s antlers, turtle’s eyes, fish scales, tiger’s claws, eagle’s talons, and ox’s ears. Majestic and noble beyond compare.

Two words thundered in everyone’s minds—

“Divine Dragon.”