The ancient warship suddenly exploded, shattering from the inside out.

  Blood qi mingled with the debris.

  Demonic qi surged like a tide.

  The Immortal Host expert who had been dragged into the cabin by demonized Lu Fan—no longer breathed.

  Tap… tap… tap…

  Cold footsteps echoed, as if someone walked through the air.

  Black hair vigorous, black robes fluttering.

  A figure slowly emerged from the shattered cabin.

  He turned his head slightly, as if looking back. His flying eyes were filled with indifference—indifference to the world.

  Sitting as an immortal, standing as a demon.

  When Lu Fan sat in the Thousand-Blade Chair, the demonic qi he suppressed had been contained.

  The moment he stood—it fully erupted.

  Lu Fan wasted no time. He could not afford to.

  So his first move was a killing blow.

  And the Immortal Host…

  Was instantly obliterated.

  Not even bones remained.

  Perhaps the old Immortal Host never imagined that the task he thought easiest would make him the first of all Immortal Hosts to die.

  Clang! Clang! Clang!

  Silver blades stacked, stained with demonic qi.

  Behind Lu Fan, they formed metallic wings—demonic qi-coated wings that unfurled, filled with sharp killing intent.

  A shrill phoenix cry rang out.

  Even Phoenix Feather Sword was affected by demonized Lu Fan.

  It burned with black-red flames. The sword soul roared excitedly.

  Master is invincible!

  Kill! Kill! Kill!

  Lu Fan turned. The ancient warship, riddled with holes, slowly collapsed.

  Wisps of immortal qi dissipated.

  “Immortal Host…”

  Demon Lord Lu Fan’s cold face showed no emotion.

  He murmured, brows slightly furrowed.

  “Just one punch.”

  Lu Fan had truly thrown only one punch—of course, at full power.

  Mobilizing all primordial spirit and Chaos Energy.

  Terrifying force nearly collapsed the void.

  One punch.

  The Immortal Host expert couldn’t even scream before being obliterated.

  Body and spirit extinguished.

  Lu Fan exhaled slowly. Demonic qi coiled endlessly around him.

  One Immortal Host was still not enough to gauge his strength.

  This time, he did not conceal himself or revert to his white-robed appearance.

  He looked beyond the dragon head.

  White lines danced in his eyes.

  He saw through the array.

  He saw Qi Liujia kneeling toward him, divine herb energy pouring from his body.

  That was the divine herb Lu Fan had catalyzed with time power to save Qi Liujia.

  Though not a true divine herb, it was extraordinary.

  It had pulled Qi Liujia back from death.

  But Qi Liujia, merely a Unity expert, had only used a tiny fraction.

  He had stored the rest…

  And now unleashed it all.

  BOOM!

  Demonic qi shot skyward from Lu Fan.

  He became a black streak. Phoenix Feather Sword’s black-red flames roared.

  He struck the dragon head with terrifying force.

  Yet…

  The “Zhe” rune flowed, trailing light that blocked Lu Fan.

  Outside the array—

  Qi Liujia laughed, his body cracking, each crack blooming with radiant light.

  Finally…

  He became the heaven-shaking Myriad Rune Cauldron.

  One cauldron annihilated ninety thousand Upper Realm troops.

  His presence swallowed mountains and rivers!

  Lu Fan’s hair flew. He fell silent.

  He could still faintly see the old man smiling as he kowtowed.

  Lu Fan’s gaze shifted. His mind entered the preaching platform, deducing array-breaking methods over and over.

  Immortal Host enemies were easy. Ancient Emperor runes were the problem.

  Soon!

  Deductions complete.

  Lu Fan opened his eyes. Demonic qi surged like waves!

  He raised his hand—forming a claw—and grabbed straight at the massive “Zhe” rune.

  As if to violently tear it down.

  …

  PFFT!

  In the ancient tomb—

  The cold coffin lid shot forth with the weight of a thousand jun.

  An Immortal Host’s expression changed. He dodged the terrifying lid.

  But it did not slow. An Ascended Immortal who failed to evade was caught by the shockwave—body exploding, dying without a scream.

  The power in the coffin lid was beyond what Ascended Immortals could withstand!

  “He’s emerging!”

  The five Immortal Hosts attacking the tomb grew solemn.

  In Pingyang Heaven—

  The Divine Son in the luxurious chariot sat upright.

  Purple qi swirled. Sharp eyes stared into the tomb.

  The heartbeat grew stronger—like a sleeping lion’s furious breathing.

  THUD! THUD! THUD!

  Every Immortal Host paled.

  The three carrying the Ancient Emperor cauldron narrowed their eyes.

  A man’s name, a tree’s shadow.

  The Blood-Robed General’s name—even in that era, made the Upper Realm Sacred Clan retreat.

  Now this great killer was reviving—how could it not shake them?

  The ancient tomb floated in the Void Heaven.

  Oppressive aura spread.

  After a moment’s pause, the five Immortal Hosts attacked the tomb madly.

  The Four Kings could no longer hold.

  One more push—they could breach the tomb and stop the Blood-Robed General’s revival.

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  “Kill! With all your strength!”

  From the luxurious chariot, the Divine Son spoke coldly.

  “The Blood-Robed should have died long ago. Why cling to life from ancient times?!”

  “Kill!”

  CLAP!

  The Divine Son seemed to shatter the chariot. His roar rolled like a tidal river.

  The five Immortal Hosts became five rainbows, charging again.

  Ascended Immortals and Transcendents unleashed world-shaking attacks.

  Covering the sky—black and oppressive!

  They sought to crush the tomb.

  Compared to attacking the Five Phoenixes, breaching the tomb was the Upper Realm’s true goal.

  Destroying the Five Phoenixes was merely incidental.

  Wretched laughter rang from the tomb.

  The Piano King smiled beautifully.

  Her body suddenly erupted with infinite white light.

  With her final life force, she blocked the killing blows for the Blood-Robed General!

  The daoist raised his rusted sword. A single aura shook the universe. Laughing boldly, his body erupted with infinite light like the Piano King.

  Like a heaven-piercing unsheathed sword—cleaving the firmament.

  The Shadow King and War King did the same.

  Four beams of light shot skyward from the tomb’s four directions.

  Dazzling white light illuminated the entire dark Void Heaven.

  The five Immortal Hosts were forced back, hovering outside the tomb.

  Ascended Immortals and Transcendents hung in the air, wary and stunned.

  The light faded. The four beams dispersed.

  Atop the city walls—only four skeletons remained.

  Completely lifeless.

  The Four Kings… were truly dead now.

  The five Immortal Hosts inhaled deeply.

  Then—hair stood on end. Pores exploded.

  A faint sigh of sorrow, regret, and faint anger drifted from the tomb’s depths.

  THUD! THUD! THUD!

  Ancient city gates opened one after another.

  In the deepest open gate—a lidless coffin floated quietly.

  The five Immortal Hosts felt bone-chilling cold.

  They blinked once—the coffin instantly crossed one city wall.

  They couldn’t help blinking five times—the coffin appeared outside the tomb.

  Cold spread from their soles, covering their bodies in an instant.

  “Blood… Blood-Robed General Gu Mangran?!”

  One Immortal Host stammered in terror.

  Just the coffin’s appearance felt like a mountain on their hearts.

  The world seemed to fall silent.

  Crack… crack…

  The sound of bones moving.

  As if a skeleton was about to sit up from the coffin.

  THUD!

  In Pingyang Heaven—

  The Divine Son shot upright in the luxurious chariot.

  Vast purple qi wrapped his body.

  He teleported atop the massive cauldron.

  The three Immortal Hosts carried it.

  World-ending fire poured from the cauldron.

  “Gu Mangran! You killed my Cloud Clan ancestor and slaughtered a million of our clan’s pillars!”

  “Blood debt must be paid in blood!”

  The Divine Son’s purple-qi-shrouded face shot divine light from his pupils.

  He slapped out with a strange arc.

  Striking the cauldron carried by the three Immortal Hosts.

  THUD!

  The cauldron rang deafeningly.

  The massive cauldron bearing Ancient Emperor aura began to tilt.

  PFFT!

  The three Immortal Hosts turned red, coughing blood!

  But the cauldron poured.

  Like immortal furnace fire toppled—vast flames gushed forth.

  The Void Heaven instantly became a sea of fire.

  The fire poured like a crimson waterfall straight at the tomb!

  “Kill!”

  The five Immortal Hosts attacking the tomb roared.

  Their robes whipped. Straight immortal qi spread from their feet, shooting into the sky like starlight beams.

  Beyond Ascended Immortal—one thought gathers immortal qi. Gathering one strand of true immortal qi makes one’s name eternal—Immortal Host!

  The five Immortal Hosts used immortal qi as a guide, directing the pouring furnace fire toward the coffin.

  To burn the being within to nothingness—cremate and return to heaven!

  The Divine Son stepped into the sky, using Ancient Emperor furnace fire to burn the Blood-Robed General!

  This scene stunned the world.

  Experts from Blood Evil Heaven, Yuan Magnetic Heaven, and Pingyang Heaven were horrified.

  What grandeur!

  They had even brought out the imperial weapon “Supreme Furnace”!

  “You want to kill me. Do your clan elders know?”

  A calm voice drifted forth.

  Next—

  At the edge of the ancient bronze coffin—

  A hand appeared, resting on it.

  A withered, skin-wrapped-bone hand.

  Yet it drew the world’s gaze.

  The five Immortal Hosts seemed bathed in furnace fire.

  Crack… crack…

  The figure in the coffin slowly stood.

  Little by little…

  Spotless white robes, then thick black hair.

  But the face was skin and bones—like a corpse buried countless ages.

  Flesh withered.

  Yet in the sunken sockets, brilliant light shone.

  A divine herb fully absorbed had restored some strength.

  Fully recovered—he would surely be handsome and godlike.

  Blood-Robed General Gu Mangran!

  Why white robes yet called Blood-Robed?

  Hands behind his back, he stood in the coffin.

  He raised a hand and pointed.

  The pouring furnace fire waterfall abruptly halted.

  The five Immortal Hosts’ pupils shrank.

  Vast might bore down. Their heads exploded—including their primordial spirits, shattered!

  Five headless Immortal Host corpses knelt in the sea of fire.

  Yet the figure in white robes, withered as a corpse, walked past smiling lightly.

  He walked past the five kneeling corpses.

  Robes fluttering, a drop of blood landed on his white robes—instantly spreading from the hem, dyeing the entire robe blood-red.

  “You brought an imperial weapon, but with your strength—you cannot wield it.”

  “If your clan elders came personally to wield it against me, perhaps there would be a chance.”

  The withered corpse spoke slowly.

  His voice was gentle—not like a mass murderer’s words.

  Vast power surged.

  The furnace fire began flowing back, bit by bit forced into the cauldron.

  “How is this possible?!”

  The Divine Son who had struck the cauldron to pour fire was horrified, incredulous.

  A man buried from ancient times—the Divine Son had thought he had overestimated Gu Mangran, even bringing an imperial weapon.

  Yet…

  He had still underestimated!

  PFFT!

  The three Immortal Hosts carrying the “Supreme Furnace” bled from their bodies.

  They were nearly crushed by the imperial weapon.

  But they had to hold. Without the weapon suppressing the Void Heaven’s laws—

  So many Immortal Hosts in the Void Heaven would trigger a “law tide.”

  The Divine Son floated in the air, purple-qi-shrouded face staring at the blood-robed figure forcing the fire back.

  “Hmph!”

  “The imperial weapon may not kill you, but it can still suppress and restrict you.”

  “We failed to kill you this time. Next time, my clan elders will personally behead you, murderer!”

  The Divine Son said coldly.

  His body floated. He flicked his sleeve. Vast purple qi shot skyward.

  In Pingyang Heaven—

  Five true-dragon-blood dragon-horses pulled the chariot racing forth.

  Gu Mangran’s pressure was immense as he approached.

  But the Divine Son saw—

  Gu Mangran was bearing the imperial weapon’s pressure, walking burdened.

  So he would leave. Gu Mangran could not stop him.

  And he would leave as a victor.

  Gu Mangran’s withered face showed faint mockery, calmly watching the Divine Son.

  “Cloud Clan… You didn’t mention it, I nearly forgot…”

  “Wait. One day, I, Gu Mangran, will surely step into the Cloud Clan and slaughter your entire clan—top to bottom—to honor my Four Kings.”

  Gu Mangran’s words were calm, blood robes whipping.

  Saying he would massacre your family was as casual as asking for a cup of celebratory wine.

  The closer to the imperial weapon, the stronger the pressure.

  Dao and laws wove terrifying killing intent.

  Dragon-horses neighed.

  The Divine Son’s eyes blazed with killing intent. Though he had lost several Immortal Hosts this time, he had probed Gu Mangran’s current state.

  If not for the strange Void Heaven his clan elders were unwilling to risk entering—Gu Mangran would be dead.

  He ignored Gu Mangran’s words.

  After all, the Blood-Robed General had slept too long. His strength was less than a tenth. Without the Void Heaven’s protection, if he dared step half a foot out—supreme experts would slay him on the spot!

  The Cloud Clan had rested and multiplied for countless ages—now far beyond Gu Mangran’s imagination.

  If he truly came—

  The clan’s Sacred Ancestor would ensure he never returned.

  With a light sneer—

  The Divine Son turned to enter the chariot.

  Suddenly—

  His body stiffened.

  “Leaving?”

  “Did I say you could leave?”

  A calm voice drifted forth.

  Hmm?

  The voice made the Divine Son pause.

  Gu Mangran, who had forced all the fire back while bearing the imperial weapon’s pressure, blazed with light in his withered sockets.

  On the blood-colored battlefield—

  The Five Phoenixes cultivators’ breathing quickened.

  The dragon-head array was torn open.

  A wisp of demonic qi escaped.

  Soon—myriad demonic qi surged like a tide.

  “Young Master Lu!”

  The Five Phoenixes cultivators showed excitement.

  Pulled into the array by an Immortal Host—Young Master Lu had emerged alive and unharmed so quickly!

  Demon Lord Lu Fan’s demonic qi soared. Behind him, Thousand-Blade wings of metal burned with black-red flames. Phoenix Feather Sword hovered beside him.

  In the world, the Myriad Rune Cauldron’s lingering aura made Lu Fan’s face grow colder.

  He had still been too slow.

  The Divine Son turned and saw Lu Fan.

  The purple qi around his face rippled.

  “You actually walked out alive?”

  “You killed an Immortal Host?!”

  The Divine Son said in shock.

  Lu Fan’s expression was indifferent. His metallic wings suddenly unfurled, whipping up myriad gales.

  “I killed so many of my Five Phoenixes. None of you are leaving.”

  Demon Lord Lu Fan said.

  “I, Lu Ping’an, treat people with sincerity. I never contend with others. But you repeatedly bully me, making the Five Phoenixes bleed…”

  “Today, I become a demon. With your blood, I dye the Void Heaven.”

  Lu Fan’s words rang firm.

  “What are you?”

  The Divine Son couldn’t help sneering.

  But next moment—his body froze.

  Because he found a gale of oppressive wind howling toward him.

  Between him and Demon Lord Lu Fan—across vast distance—countless black-robed Lu Fans appeared.

  Poses slightly different, but connected, showing Lu Fan charging forward.

  One punch—closing in the blink of an eye!

  BOOM!

  Lu Fan approached. Only afterward did the delayed thunderous boom arrive.

  How could he be so fast?!

  But to emerge alive from the dragon-head array—he had to have Immortal Host strength!

  The Divine Son raged. He turned and punched.

  PFFT!

  Their fists collided.

  The Divine Son’s raised arm shattered inch by inch!

  The Divine Son beneath purple qi was horrified.

  He too had Immortal Host strength—yet one punch shattered his arm?!

  What kind of power?!

  Demon Lord Lu Fan was indifferent.

  His punch shattered the Divine Son’s arm. He turned fist to palm, grabbing the purple-qi-shrouded head.

  Slammed downward with thunderous momentum!

  His knee shot up.

  BOOM!

  The Divine Son felt his head about to explode. Even his special constitution nearly shattered!

  His forehead cracked. Blood sprayed.

  The Divine Son bled. Surrounding experts were horrified.

  The five dragon-horses neighed, roaring at Lu Fan.

  Lu Fan glanced sideways. His silver wings wrapped in black demonic qi swept past.

  PFFT!

  Five massive heads flew.

  The five dragon-horses—beheaded.

  The Divine Son’s head gripped by Lu Fan let out wretched screams.

  Lu Fan’s face was expressionless. He flung with force.

  The Divine Son’s body was hurled.

  CLANG!

  His body crashed into the massive cauldron.

  Lu Fan’s silver wings spread. He shot forth again—a line of his afterimages.

  All Chaos Energy mobilized. Primordial spirit power fully erupted.

  BOOM!

  Lu Fan approached the imperial cauldron.

  Left hand gripping the Divine Son’s head, right hand raised—fist clenched. Terrifying Dao Intent amplified. Fist aura seemed to collapse the Void Heaven.

  The Divine Son panicked. Purple qi had scattered. He struggled wildly.

  His constitution trembled—suppressed by a top-tier special constitution!

  “Who are you?!”

  “Who the hell are you?!”

  The Divine Son roared wretchedly.

  Cold Demon Lord Lu Fan did not answer.

  One punch—smashed down.

  BOOM!

  The Divine Son felt flesh and primordial spirit about to be annihilated!

  So without hesitation—he used his life-saving method. His body teleported away.

  Lu Fan’s punch struck the imperial cauldron!

  CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

  The cauldron trembled. Ancient Emperor aura seemed drawn forth.

  Punching an imperial weapon…

  Who since ancient times dared?!

  The cauldron that Gu Mangran had forced back tilted again.

  Gu Mangran was helpless, only able to push it back once more.

  But his withered eyes blazed.

  I hold the imperial weapon for you—you kill freely.

  Lu Fan watched the Divine Son flicker several times with mysterious methods, vanishing.

  Expressionless, he flicked his finger.

  In his palm—the “Zhe” rune shot skyward.

  It became a massive dome covering the Void Heaven, blocking all escape routes.

  The Divine Son teleported—but crashed into the barrier.

  His secret art failed. He could not shift out.

  Blood-covered face filled with shock and fury.

  This “Zhe” rune was a supreme trapping array—his teleport escape instantly useless.

  How had this man mastered it?!

  “I said—no one leaves.”

  Lu Fan said coldly.

  A thought.

  Phoenix Feather Sword burning black-red flames, sword soul roaring excitedly.

  Shot forth.

  PFFT!

  PFFT!

  PFFT!

  Three brilliant blood flowers bloomed.

  The three Immortal Hosts carrying the cauldron…

  All beheaded.

  Without three Immortal Hosts—the imperial weapon “Supreme Furnace” instantly lost power.

  From massive form, it shrank to a small cauldron.

  And in the Void Heaven—the long-suppressed laws!

  Finally surged like an avalanche from mountain peaks piercing the clouds.

  Whether Transcendent or Ascended Immortal—as long as not native to the Void Heaven—they were covered by laws.

  Flesh shredded, primordial spirits extinguished!

  This grand Upper Realm punitive expedition—

  In the end, under the “tide of laws,” heads rolled—annihilated.