The two Kings soared into the sky, fighting their way out of the miniature world evolved from the martial arts arena. Their momentum shook the heavens and earth as they stood on opposite sides of the firmament, both dripping with fresh blood.
Clearly, in their previous clash, both had sustained injuries.
Feng Wang stood firm in the void, his blue robes tattered, revealing the inner armor beneath. A trace of blood stained the corner of his mouth, and he bore terrible wounds. His left shoulder had been pierced clean through by Zhao Wudao's battle halberd, leaving a gaping hole.
While such injuries were not fatal for a King of this level, they at least greatly diminished the strength of his left arm compared to before.
Naturally, Zhao Wudao was not faring much better than Zhao Feng. A deep, bone-revealing wound marred his chest, his clothes stained crimson with blood. His battle armor had been slashed open, and rampant sword energy ravaged the injury, making it difficult to heal. He could only forcibly suppress it with his Kingly divine power.
It could be said that in this battle, both had suffered severe wounds.
Despite being splattered with blood and bearing serious injuries, the two Kings still faced each other, their gazes locked, brimming with fighting spirit as they distantly confronted one another, still eager to continue the fight.
However, elders from both sides rushed out, shielding their respective Kings and preventing them from advancing into a life-and-death struggle. Otherwise, it was highly likely one would be slain, while the other would also be left in a terrible state, severely wounded and on the brink of death—a price not worth paying.
After the battle of the two Kings, the vast martial arts arena was nearly shattered, left in a dilapidated state.
Everyone was shocked. The combat power of Kings was indeed extraordinary, not to be taken lightly.
At this moment, from the divine ship of the Canglan Sacred Land, the King, Canglan Saint, emerged, landing lightly on the ruined martial arts arena.
His appearance instantly brought a measure of quiet to the heavens and earth. Within the Heavenly Gate, numerous disciples felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure.
For this was yet another King!
Canglan Saint swept his gaze over the powerhouses of the Heavenly Gate and said coldly, "Who from the Heavenly Gate dares to face me in battle!"
His icy words echoed between heaven and earth, reverberating before the Heavenly Gate's mountain entrance, causing many Heavenly Gate disciples to involuntarily clench their fists.
Yet they felt a sense of pale helplessness.
Even the elders within the sect felt the same.
For although the Heavenly Gate's sole King, Zhao Feng, had not been defeated, he had sustained heavy injuries in his battle with Zhao Wudao.
Now, aside from Zhao Feng, the vast Heavenly Gate had no one who could stand against the Canglan Sacred Land.
Though they were reluctant to admit it, they had no choice but to acknowledge this fact.
Canglan Saint said coldly, "Is there truly no one in this vast Heavenly Gate who dares to accept the challenge?"
Arrogant!
Many within the Heavenly Gate were enraged. This was blatant provocation.
Many disciples felt their blood energy boiling, their eyes turning bloodshot, eager to charge forward and fight. But they were all stopped by the various elders, who forbade them from acting on impulse.
The powerhouses who had come to spectate sighed inwardly. For the vast Heavenly Gate, a contemporary rising Overlord, to endure such humiliation from the five Immortal Forces, with no one able to face the challenge.
This was the flaw of a newly risen force—a lack of corresponding heritage, something that cannot be acquired immediately upon rising to dominance in a short time.
What is needed is the long, accumulated passage of time.
After taking a medicinal pill, Zhao Feng's wounds had recovered somewhat, but his blood energy was pale, and internal injuries remained unhealed. Moreover, he had expended too much divine power and needed time to recover. But now, he could not afford to wait. He stepped forward and said, "Elders, let me continue."
It had to be said, this was a tragedy. That a vast Overlord, one that even Immortal Forces revered and feared, the Heavenly Gate, had no one to meet the challenge. Aside from the wounded Feng Wang, there truly was no one who could face the opposing King-level expert.
Elder Tian Gu stopped him, shaking his head. "You are wounded. You cannot fight again."
Zhao Feng said softly, "Elder, must I stand by and watch the Heavenly Gate's majesty be trampled upon by others?"
The elders of Tian Gu fell into a heavy silence, finding themselves at a loss for words.
Naturally, they were all furious about this, but the other side had come prepared. What could they do?
The other side clearly intended to trample upon the Heavenly Gate's majesty before the eyes of the entire world. And the illustrious Heavenly Gate, aside from Zhao Feng, had no one who could meet the challenge.
This was a helplessness!
"Damn it! If only the Battle Saint King weren't in seclusion, how could we tolerate such provocation from others!"
"Exactly! When the Battle Saint King was still around, those people wouldn't dare provoke us even with a hundred times the courage!"
All the Heavenly Gate disciples were filled with fury, recalling the days when the Battle Saint King was not in seclusion. How he had shaken the world, sweeping through the Four Kings under the alias of the Great Demon King Yue, even charging into the starry realm within the Emperor's Pass. Upon awakening, he had slaughtered until all the heroes trembled in fear.
Now that the Battle Saint King was in seclusion, these people had all jumped out, seeking to provoke the Heavenly Gate's majesty, subjecting them to great humiliation.
Naturally, the elders of the Heavenly Gate were also furious. If it came to an all-out war, they did not fear it. But after all, their rise had been too brief. The younger generation had not yet fully matured, producing more powerhouses. And so, they were being provoked at their doorstep.
Clearly, the true mastermind behind the scenes had seen this and directed the five Immortal Forces to act.
Canglan Saint stood in the void, his provocative gaze sweeping over the people of the Heavenly Gate as he sneered disdainfully. "Is it truly that the vast Heavenly Gate has no one who can come out and fight?"
Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Elder, let me go up. We cannot allow others to provoke the Heavenly Gate's majesty."
Elder Tian Gu's expression wavered for a moment before he finally nodded. "Agreed. Go up. If anything happens, retreat immediately. Safety first."
"This disciple understands." Zhao Feng gave a slight nod before soaring into the sky, his expression icy. "I will fight you."
Canglan Saint gave a contemptuous smile. "To actually send a wounded man like you to face me. It must be said, the Heavenly Gate truly has no one left. Pity the Battle Saint King has truly perished in seclusion. Otherwise, I could suppress him with a single hand."
"Ridiculous! If the Battle Saint King were not in seclusion, someone like you wouldn't dare provoke us even with a hundred times the courage." Though wounded, Zhao Feng's words were sharp and unafraid.
"Are you trying to provoke me? I wouldn't mind letting the Heavenly Gate have one less King." Canglan Saint's eyes gleamed with dangerous light. At this moment, his aura was also fully released.
He was actually also a King-level genius at the ninth heaven!
But at this very moment, heaven and earth suddenly changed color. Wind and clouds surged violently, and everyone's expressions paled.
For from within the Heavenly Gate, a vast and majestic divine might of the Great Dao suddenly surged forth, sweeping across the firmament and scattering the layers of clouds.
Moreover, in the sky above, an enormous, boundless, ancient finger appeared, massive beyond measure, filling the entire firmament as it pressed down with a thunderous force, pointing toward Canglan Saint.
At this moment, Canglan Saint threw his head back and let out a long roar, for he felt an unprecedented, lethal threat—like facing the invincible Battle Saint King twelve years ago. Divine radiance erupted from his entire body, Dao marks surged forth, and he struck out with all his power to resist.
Boom—
The giant finger pressed down, the void collapsed, and Canglan Saint was sent flying, crashing back into the divine ship and blasting a huge hole through it. Covered in blood, countless bones and tendons shattered.
A finger that obscures the heavens!