Supreme Cultivation Master

The battle between the two unparalleled powerhouses would shape the landscape and destiny of the Divine Domain.

The next moment, the spear and the sword clashed again. The collision was so immense it would make anyone gasp in shock. This was not the power of a Subcestor, but a force that far surpassed it. For a typical Subcestor, even attempting to wield this spear and sword would be nothing more than a fool’s dream, yet Ye Fan and the Gun God did just that.

By the third collision, all the surrounding stars shattered from the impact. As they broke apart, the radiance of the sword and spear fragmented with them. After the torrent of destruction subsided, Ye Fan and the Gun God were thrown back, creating a thousand-foot gap between them.

The Gun God spoke, "To think you can contend with me just after breaking through to the Subcestor realm. You have more potential than anyone in this primal world. Even across the vast Great Thousand World, talents like you are a rare sight."

"Unfortunately for you, you’ve met me. Many conceited geniuses and peerless prodigies believed themselves to be the greatest under the heavens. In the end, they all died by my spear."

"Your reputation as the Gun God is well-deserved," Ye Fan retorted. "However, you have already reached your peak, with no room left for improvement. As for me and the two youths you just severely wounded... we will all surpass you. It’s only a matter of time. You’re afraid!" he shouted.

The Gun God scoffed. "Afraid? What do I have to fear?"

"You fear our talent and our potential," Ye Fan said. "That’s why you insisted on this battle now. You’re afraid that if you wait, you will no longer be our match. I can feel the fear in the depths of your heart!"

"That is merely your own conjecture," the Gun God sneered. "Life is fleeting, and death is inevitable. I have already seen past life and death. What is there to fear!"

"You have not!" Ye Fan yelled.

No matter how transcendent or immortal one becomes, how could they truly see past life and death? Among the countless beings in the world, how many can truly claim to understand it? Clearly, the Gun God had not. He was just hiding it perfectly.

"And what if I haven’t?" the Gun God said. "It doesn’t matter, because you won’t live to see that day. Today is the day you die!"

He wasted no more words, wielding his spear as he charged Ye Fan. His thrust was like the vast, star-filled river of the cosmos—grand and magnificent, yet filled with endless killing intent as its sharp point shot directly toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan brandished the Yuanhong Sword, meeting the attack with his Sword of Slaughter. In the ensuing clash, neither gained an immediate advantage, though the Gun God’s power was a hair stronger. Ye Fan appeared to be straining just to withstand the blow.

The spear’s cutting radiance was on full display, wielded to its utmost limit by the Gun God. Any nearby meteorite swept by its light was instantly obliterated.

Ye Fan, however, skillfully evaded. He waited for a sliver of an opportunity and then unleashed his Sword Qi, a deadly strike that shot straight toward the Gun God. Amidst his own flourishing attacks, the Gun God steadily blocked the incoming Sword Qi.

"Everflowing Autumn Water!" Ye Fan roared.

The surrounding space seemed to solidify as his battle cry echoed, drastically reducing the Gun God’s speed. Yet, the Gun God showed no fear. His expression remained placid as he roared back, "Ancient Golden Spear!"

Instantly, the spear’s light turned a brilliant gold, shattering the stagnating effect of Ye Fan’s Everflowing Autumn Water. The golden radiance shot toward Ye Fan’s head. Ye Fan caught the golden spear with his left hand, only for his palm to be sliced open, blood flowing freely. The Gun God shook his weapon violently. As the surge of power passed, Ye Fan was forced to let go. But at that very instant, his right hand swung the Yuanhong Sword down in a powerful slash.

The sword struck the spear shaft, leaving a clean, deep mark. Ye Fan was shocked. He had thought he could sever the weapon in two, but its sturdiness was beyond his imagination. He had only managed to leave a gash, with no signs of it cracking. In contrast, his own arm went numb from the impact. While the Yuanhong Sword was undamaged, his entire arm throbbed with a searing pain from the force channeled through the spear.

Another thrust from the Gun God tore through Ye Fan’s clothes. Fortunately, he dodged just in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"To have scarred my weapon proves the quality of your sword surpasses that of my spear," the Gun God said. "It seems I have another treasure to gain today!"

"So what?" Ye Fan countered. "Do you think you can take my sword?"

"Your sword is mine!" the Gun God roared, shooting high into the Yun Xiao. From above, he brandished his weapon, unleashing a barrage of spear thrusts that fell like dense rain. Ye Fan was horrified. At that moment, he couldn’t tell which of the spear images were real.

Just as he moved to swing his sword, he realized a spear had already pierced him through. The Gun God had pinned him to a meteorite.

It was a horrifying sight. Clutching his wound, Ye Fan heard the Gun God say, "My spear technique is no illusion."

"It may look illusory, but every thrust is real. Now, die!"

The Gun God was about to shake his spear and tear Ye Fan limb from limb when Ye Fan moved. Nourished by his fresh blood, the Yuanhong Sword began to vibrate with immense power. With all his might, he swung the sword down.

At that instant, time itself seemed to stand still. The Gun God watched in utter shock as the Yuanhong Sword sliced his spear in two.

"Impossible!" Before he could finish the word, a flash of sword light struck his shoulder, nearly severing his arm from his body.

"Impossible..." he stammered, his shock palpable. His spear had been tempered with the souls of a million resentful spirits; it was an indestructible treasure. He could never have imagined that Ye Fan would shatter it with a single strike.

"In my eyes, nothing is impossible!" Ye Fan declared coldly. "Do you still dare to fight?" He held the Yuanhong Sword horizontally before him, his aura flaring.

"Why wouldn’t I dare?" the Gun God roared, throwing a punch. Ye Fan countered with a slash from his Yuanhong Sword, but the Gun God unleashed the full extent of his Gold power, projecting a screen of light that blocked the blade. He then lunged, not for Ye Fan’s neck as it seemed, but for the sword itself. The Gun God seized the blade. After a brief struggle, Ye Fan abandoned the sword and exchanged a devastating punch with his opponent.

The single blow sent them both flying backward.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Both men were pale and grievously wounded, their auras incredibly weak.

The Gun God spoke, his voice strained. "I thought no one in this world could injure me. Yet, you have."

"Are you disappointed?" Ye Fan shot back.

"Disappointed? Why would I be? This is a true battle—a fight between equals! Everyone thinks my greatest skill is the spear. In reality, it is my physical body."

With a shout, the Gun God’s wounds began to heal at a visible rate, sealing until he was as good as new. The overwhelming pressure of his physical might washed over the void, hinting at its unpredictable and terrifying nature. His physical strength was immense; a single drop of his blood contained enough energy to destroy a mountain peak or an entire city. The Gun God’s achievements in tempering his body were profound. Though he had yet to fully display it, his aura alone told Ye Fan everything he needed to know.

The Gun God threw a punch that sent Ye Fan flying. Giving no quarter, he instantly pursued at maximum speed to deliver the killing blow. In a flash of movement that left two bloody streaks in the air, he appeared calmly behind Ye Fan.

"No one can withstand a direct attack from my body," he said, "especially not my peerless claws, which nothing can break!"