Supreme Cultivation Master

"Commander, let us take care of them!" two Divine Monarchs volunteered eagerly.

But the Gun God shook his head. "There’s no need for you. Go and break through their third tier first. A genius of this caliber deserves to die by my hand!"

"Yes!"

The two Divine Monarchs hurried off with their armies toward the third tier.

At that moment, the Gun God drew his long spear and gathered its light. Amidst the chaos, he unleashed a Void-piercing attack that thundered down, aimed straight for Wu Fa.

The light from this spear strike was enough to make one tremble. While it was still mid-air, Wu Fa had already sensed it, feeling an overwhelming pressure of despair!

"Not good!"

Wu Fa’s composure shattered completely. He had never felt such pressure before, a pressure that made even his soul shiver. He could only watch helplessly as the spear’s light thundered down upon him.

He closed his eyes, waiting for death.

At this critical juncture, he suddenly felt himself being thrown aside. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the one who had pushed him away was his own father, the Evil Punishment God Monarch.

The Evil Punishment God Monarch looked at him and said, "My son, live a good life. Don’t end up achieving nothing like me!"

As he finished speaking, the Evil Punishment God Monarch was pierced by the spear’s light. His body exploded, taking the entire meteorite cluster with him in a cataclysmic blast.

At that moment, it was as if Wu Fa understood everything, as if everything had become clear. He crashed heavily to the ground. He was utterly speechless, so overcome with grief that he could not even cry. All he knew was that his stern father had vanished forever. The father who was strict on the surface but secretly cherished him would never return.

It was only in losing his family that he understood what true pain was. His heart felt as if it were being torn apart.

After a long moment, he cried out hoarsely, "Father!"

He wept with profound sorrow, knowing his father had died in his place. That devastating blow had been meant for him, but everything had happened too fast to react.

"Father!"

He cried in utter despair. He had been powerless to do anything but watch his loved one die. What in this world could possibly be more agonizing? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

He picked up his longsword and glared up at the tranquil Gun God, cursing, "I will avenge my father! I will kill you!"

"Kill me? Come and try," the Gun God said calmly.

He no longer felt any interest in the matter. For Wu Fa, a loved one was gone forever; for the Gun God, it was nothing more than crushing an ant.

In a burst of pure rage, Wu Fa soared into the sky, confronting the Gun God in the blink of an eye. But his longsword was snapped in two by the Gun God, who then seized him by the throat. "Before me, you are nothing but an ant! An ant I can kill with ease!"

"And me!" another voice cried out.

The Gun God turned to see Mu Chen Dong, who had witnessed the entire scene. Consumed by endless fury, he had rushed to his friend’s side. He and Wu Fa were sworn brothers. Even if it meant death, they would die together. He knew the Gun God was an enemy they could not possibly defeat, but it didn’t matter. Sometimes, impulse isn’t foolishness. If one loses the drive to fight, their path of cultivation is as good as over.

The Gun God released Wu Fa, tossing him toward Mu Chen Dong. "Another ant, just here to die. It’s fitting that you arrived together. If you can withstand a single blow from me, I will let you live."

"We don’t need your pity! In a few thousand years, what will you amount to?" Mu Chen Dong retorted.

"A pity you won’t have a few thousand years, because you won’t live to see them!" the Gun God declared. He immediately unleashed the light of his spear, launching a heaven-splitting attack at them. The two braced themselves, preparing to defend against it.

In that moment, they feared neither life nor death; they sought only this one battle.

The force of the attack was suddenly blasted apart. They opened their eyes to see that Ye Fan had arrived.

"Boss," Mu Chen Dong called out to him.

Wu Fa, however, remained lost in a state of hatred and anger, his eyes locked intensely on the Gun God.

For some reason, the Gun God felt a terrifying aura from this young man’s profound gaze. Even his scalp tingled with fear.

"He killed Uncle Evil Punishment!" Mu Chen Dong told Ye Fan.

Ye Fan nodded. "I know. Take Wu Fa and get down from here. This is not your battlefield!"

"No! I want to kill him and avenge my father!" Wu Fa roared furiously.

Ye Fan turned to him. "Are you going to defy my orders now?"

"Boss!" Wu Fa cried, feeling as if he had lost his greatest pillar of support in life: his father. Now, he had lost him forever.

Ye Fan’s voice softened slightly. "Go on down. I will be the one to avenge my Senior Brother."

Wu Fa nodded heavily and was led away by Mu Chen Dong.

Ye Fan turned to face the perfectly calm Gun God. "Killing his father was the biggest mistake of your life," he stated.

"Oh? Is that so? Are you going to avenge him?" the Gun God asked.

"That’s right," Ye Fan shouted. "I will not only avenge my Senior Brother, but I will also avenge the ancient True Dragons and all the wronged souls you have slaughtered!"

"Wronged souls? They stood in my path, so they had to die by my spear. Just like you. You stand in my way, so you must also die by my spear!" the Gun God yelled back.

Ye Fan retorted, "Who lives and who dies has yet to be decided. Your Netherworld Clan bullies the Divine Domain now, but one day, the Divine Domain will leave your clan gasping for air."

"And when will that be? I imagine neither of us will live to see it. Primitive natives are primitive natives, destined to suffer endless oppression!" he said to Ye Fan.

"Remember those words," Ye Fan said coldly.

"I will. For the rest of my life," the Gun God replied calmly. Even now, he showed no anger. In truth, at his level of cultivation, it was difficult to feel such emotions anymore.

"The way you killed them is the way I will kill you!" Ye Fan stated with cold finality.

"They all say you are my fated rival. If we are rivals, then let’s begin! Enough talk. It’s time to see who is truly stronger!" the Gun God said to Ye Fan. He took out his long spear and began to polish it.

"Let’s see if you can still be so arrogant in a moment," Ye Fan said, drawing his Yuanhong Sword. This was the greatest enemy he had ever faced. Both he and the Gun God grew exceptionally solemn.

"My long spear has slain sixty-seven Subcestors. With you, it will be a neat sixty-eight!" the Gun God proclaimed.

Ye Fan replied, "My Yuanhong Sword has never slain a Subcestor. But you will be the first ghost to die on its blade!"

"Is that so?"

The Gun God leaped higher into the sky, brandishing his spear in a dazzling, flourishing display, like a thousand flowers blooming at once. But this was no mere showmanship. The flashy spear shadows began to combine, merging into a colossal beam of light thousands of feet long. Then, the spear’s light charged toward Ye Fan with murderous intent.

Ye Fan unleashed the power of his Yuanhong Sword, channeling his understanding into the True Self Sword. A magnificent blade that seemed capable of touching the heavens appeared. The sword light radiating from the Yuanhong Sword was in no way inferior to the Gun God’s spear light.

The moment the sword and spear collided, the entire sky seemed to fall silent. The Guardians of the three tiers and the members of the Netherworld Ghost Clan all raised their heads to look at the sky.

High in the heavens, two supreme experts were locked in a world-shaking clash.