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Li Wentian slammed his fist into the void, spatial cracks tearing apart and rapidly spreading toward the Southern City Lord.

The Southern City Lord used Heaven-Grade martial arts to resist the punch while simultaneously using divine marks to dispel the attack.

But standing above him, facing Li Wentian, he suddenly felt a momentary urge to submit.

”You insolent commoner! Who gave you the nerve to persecute My Crown Prince!”

”What the hell! Do you think I’m from your generation?! And who are you calling an insolent commoner?!”

”Imperial Tyrant Emperor Fist!”

A far more terrifying imperial might poured down, overwhelming the sky. Li Wentian clenched his right hand, and absolute imperial overbearingness condensed entirely onto the Southern City Lord.

Because he had been momentarily distracted a moment ago, the Southern City Lord missed his chance and was struck in the head by Li Wentian’s remote punch.

The blow sent violent tremors through his body, displacing his soul, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

The multicolored armor he wore automatically protected him, wrapping him into a colorful cocoon and absorbing Li Wentian’s follow-up attacks.At the same time, more divine marks surged up and counterattacked Li Wentian.

Seeing the marks becoming troublesome, Li Wentian glanced at the open Cauldron Realm entrance and swept the Southern City Lord toward it with a single kick.

Chen Yi leaped up.

”I’ve got him!”

Chen Yi caught the Southern City Lord using the Cauldron Realm entrance.

The Great Demon engaged the Northern City Lord in fierce combat.

The Northern City Lord was no match for the Great Demon in direct confrontation.

With one move, the Great Demon’s murderous qi corroded the multicolored armor, and another hit would shatter his defenses.

The Northern City Lord could only use agile footwork and speed, constantly unleashing divine marks to restrain the Great Demon.

Those marks vexed the Great Demon to no end.

”You vermin! Besides scribbling these damned runes, can you do anything else?”

”Famed and notorious, once able to command wind and rain in the human world during his lifetime, even inexplicably becoming a Guardian—could the Great Demon not take down a ’vermin’ like me?”

Another array of divine marks spread across the sky, branding the Great Demon, emitting sacred radiance that tormented the demonic cultivator.

”Looking for death!”

The Great Demon transformed into murderous qi, dispersing himself to the greatest extent, like a black fog enveloping the surrounding area.

At the same time, a somewhat coquettish voice sounded.

”Big Demon brother, be careful~ If you use me to fight, I won’t have time to suppress your remnant soul~”

”Never mind! This is not the outside world! The Underworld’s power can’t take effect here for the moment! Kill this person for me!”

The black fog coalesced, and the Sun Moon Tower descended from the sky.

The Northern City Lord fought desperately, but everything before him was pitch-black; not only was his sight stripped away, his divine sense was limited for reconnaissance as well.

If this continued, he would eventually be suppressed by the Sun Moon Tower, and then it would be over.

His instinct told him to leave the black fog or suffer passivity.

”Open the path rune!”

A road paved with divine marks extended from beneath the Northern City Lord’s feet.

He stepped onto the rune road and headed beyond the murderous qi.

”Great Demon! You think petty tricks can trap me? Absurd!”

The Northern City Lord burst out of the Great Demon’s murderous qi blockade, but as soon as he emerged, he dove straight into the Cauldron Realm entrance that had been prepared for him.

”No!!”

Chen Yi closed the entrance, sealing the Northern City Lord inside.

”Brother Demon, that coordination was perfect!”

”Hmph!”

Shen Yang’s opponent was the Eastern City Lord.

This side was chaotic.

Shen Yang had unleashed far too many things.

Mechanisms, puppets, formations, spirit artifacts, tamed beasts, talismans…

The ground was littered with broken fragments and spirit crystals drained of essence.

”Hundred-Battle Ghost!”

Shen Yang took out a large yellow banner, shook it hard, and summoned a tens-of-meters-tall ghost in black armor, wielding a giant cleaver, possessing a solid body.

”Are you ever going to stop!”

The Eastern City Lord was speechless at Shen Yang’s endless tricks.

He was mainly a little envious and resentful.

If Shen Yang had a bunch of techniques, fine—I would respect his skill, and maybe I couldn’t learn them even if I tried.

But Shen Yang had abundant resources to actually use each method; that was too much!

Even the high-ranking figures among the Ancient Wasteland Survivors, who monopolized the Path to Immortality and had access to portions of Real Realm information, could not be so lavish.

”I use fire, your divine marks express water; when your speed is insufficient you use it to accelerate. The marks you use are borrowing some kind of power, aren’t they?”

Old Shen fought while studying.

”In truth, the divine marks themselves aren’t necessarily all that powerful; it’s that you use them at exactly the right moments. It’s a taxing ability to deploy, and I quite like it…”

Shen Yang even reached out to touch a divine mark actively.

”It is a kind of script, but not human-world script. Is it Real Realm script? Why would script have such effects? Oh, perhaps I don’t need to care why. I only need to carve out this script myself.”

The Eastern City Lord saw that if the fight continued, Founding Ancestor Shen would soon understand divine marks through and through.

If that happened, he might learn them!

He had to be eliminated quickly!

The Eastern City Lord’s mastery of divine marks seemed the greatest.

He combined divine marks with his own martial arts and sent tremors through most of the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm.

The Eastern City Lord wielded a pair of golden war hammers as weapons.

Now, his aura soared, and dragon-tiger images roared across the hammers.

”Strike with the God-Smashing Hammers!”

The dual hammers suddenly grew into kilometer-long giants, carrying boundless destructive force, shredding surrounding space and crashing down.

The dragon-tiger images burst forth, pinning Shen Yang down and preventing his escape.

Shen Yang showed panic.

”This is bad!”

”RUMBLE!!”

The Eastern City Lord’s strike shattered the surrounding environment; one could even glimpse the outside world’s faint outlines.

”Hmph, let’s see if you can die now!”

”Sorry, old man, I’m not dead yet.”

Before the Eastern City Lord could celebrate, he looked up and saw Shen Yang walking casually toward him.

”You, you…”

”The one you struck earlier was only a puppet substitute.”

”Pu-puppet Dao…?”

”Interested? But I don’t take disciples lightly.”

”Fuck—ah!”

Beneath the Eastern City Lord’s feet, Chen Yi seized the moment of his opponent’s psychological collapse, raised the Nine Provinces Cauldron and broke through the ground, directly sealing him into the Cauldron Realm.

Hua Wuyan’s opponent was the Western City Lord, who was also female.

”Our ancestors erred; that was their fault. Descendants should correct course, not double down and march into oblivion…”

Hua Wuyan was performing verbal therapy on the Western City Lord.

The Western City Lord wielded a whip-like weapon resembling the Immortal-Binding Rope; each lash could extend thousands of meters, leaving clear whip-trails in the air.

”Shut your mouth! What right do you have to lecture me!”

Hua Wuyan vanished from one spot and inexplicably reappeared in another, continuing to stroll slowly on her crutch, speaking with earnest patience.

”I am a human Guardian, so I naturally have that right and that responsibility.”

”We do not acknowledge any Guardians! We have our own path!”

”Merely plagiarizing some Real Realm techniques—what kind of path is that? Three ten-thousand years. If you had not been obsessed with the Path to Immortality, the human race might long ago have regained its former glory.”

”Dream on! That foolish Human Emperor buried those great lineages in the Demon World; they couldn’t be retrieved, how could glory be restored! Without the Path to Immortality, we have no way out!”

While Hua Wuyan continued her words of persuasion, she lured the Western City Lord into a poison-illusion trap she had prepared.

As a Martial God, the poison affected the Western City Lord only for an instant.

But it was enough.

When she regained consciousness, what she saw was a massive cauldron descending to cover her head.