The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 94 The Competition 3

Outside the Tongming Hall, two arenas faced each other, golden light and blazing sun intertwined, pure yang and light collided, and the sounds of fierce battle shook the clouds and seas of the heavens, causing the void to tremble.

Inside the hall, the Thousand Star Ancestor sat at the head of the seats, his body surrounded by starlight. His gaze, fixed on the left-hand arena, pierced through the hall's doors. Watching the battle between Feng Yunba and Ke Yangshan, his eyes were filled with admiration. His voice boomed, echoing throughout the surrounding seats: "Elder Feng, it seems that Feng Yunba has made rapid progress these past years, actually reaching the peak of the Tai Xu realm! Even a top expert like Ke Yangshan on the Great God Ranking can't do anything to him. Truly, the younger generation is formidable!"

The Thousand Star Ancestor's words were both praise and a sign of his joy for the Wind Clan. The Thousand Star Civilization and the Wind Clan had a long-standing friendship, and the emergence of such a promising junior in the Wind Clan was a great blessing for the Heavenly Court and all the realms.

The old patriarch of the Feng clan sat upright, his face full of satisfaction, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out into a radiant smile. He had initially worried that Feng Yunba, having cultivated for less time than Ke Yangshan, might not be able to match him, but now, seeing the battle unfold, Feng Yunba was not only not at a disadvantage, but was growing stronger with each fight, his pure Yang sword dao becoming increasingly intense, and his confidence growing with every battle.

"There's a successor! There's a successor indeed!" The old patriarch of the Wind Clan was excited, but his face remained calm. He simply nodded slightly and smoothed things over for the people from the Heavenly Realm beside him, speaking humbly, "This child, Yun Ba, has devoted himself to studying the Pure Yang Divine Sword over the years, cultivating day and night, which is why he has made such progress today. To be able to spar with a prodigy like Young Master Ke is a great honor for him. I hope you will all be understanding."

These words not only praised Ke Yangshan but also affirmed Feng Yunba's efforts, giving Heaven a great deal of face. For a moment, all the gods watching around nodded in praise, feeling that the old patriarch of the Feng Clan was extremely proper in his conduct.

However, the faces of Yu Dongxuan and the others from the Temple of Light in the Heavenly Realm grew increasingly gloomy and unpleasant.

Yu Dongxuan's body was enveloped in suppressed holy light, and his handsome face was now covered in frost. Ke Yangshan, as the young temple master of the Temple of Light, was the biological son of Ke Luo. Fifty thousand years ago, he was already a top god renowned throughout the universe. Now, he was ranked on the comprehensive strength list of gods. Although he was at the bottom, he was still one of the top combat forces in the Heavenly Court.

But now, this young and renowned powerhouse is actually locked in a fierce battle with Feng Yunba, whose cultivation time is far less than his own, and is even slightly at a disadvantage. This is undoubtedly a slap in the face to the Temple of Light. As the Palace Master of the Temple of Light, Yu Dongxuan also feels humiliated.

The other members of the Angel race, including the Lord of the Temple of Light, were filled with resentment and unwillingness in their eyes. They would glance at the Wind Clan from time to time, and then look at Ke Yangshan. They cursed Feng Yunba in their hearts for being lucky enough to be on par with Ke Yangshan with the help of the Pure Yang Divine Sword. However, they did not dare to show their anger in public and could only grit their teeth in silence.

Seeing that all the gods' gazes were focused on him, Yu Dongxuan had no choice but to suppress his anger and slowly speak, his tone carrying a hint of forced flattery in an attempt to save face: "Feng Yunba's cultivation is close to the third level of the Taixu realm, and he wields the Pure Yang Divine Sword, a supreme treasure of the Heavenly Venerable. To be able to fight the Young Palace Master to a draw is truly remarkable, as he is hard to find an opponent among the Great Gods. With such a son, the Feng Clan has no worries about the future, and the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable's legacy has a worthy successor."

The old patriarch of the Feng clan was extremely shrewd. Upon hearing this, he knew that Yu Dongxuan had offered him a way out, so he quickly seized the opportunity, his face beaming with smiles as he humbly said, "Palace Master Yu, you flatter me! Yun Ba only succeeded because of the legacy of his ancestors and the influence of the Pure Yang Divine Sword. Otherwise, how could he possibly compete with Young Palace Master Ke? Young Palace Master Ke achieved fame at a young age and possesses extraordinary talent. He is the true hero. My Feng clan cannot compare to him in upholding the prestige of Palace Master Ke."

Upon hearing this, Yu Dongxuan felt a slight relief, and a softening expression appeared on his face. He picked up the conversation and continued to flatter, saving face for both sides: "Young Palace Master has reached the Tai Xu Body Stillness Realm in less than three Yuan Hui stages of cultivation. In the future, he will surely break through the Boundless Realm and ascend to the strongest realm among all heavens. This is all thanks to the Palace Master's excellent guidance. Although Feng Yunba can compete with Young Palace Master thanks to the advantage of the Pure Yang Divine Sword, he himself is also a peerless talent. The two of them will surely become the backbone of our Heavenly Court in the future!"

The two of them, working in unison, painted a picture of a perfectly satisfactory outcome for the fierce battle, which eased the atmosphere considerably.

But at that moment, Zhenyu couldn't hold back any longer.

He sat upright in his seat, his expression indifferent. As he listened to Yu Dongxuan's somewhat hypocritical flattery, a subtle, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. He turned his head and whispered a few words to Xuandao beside him. Although his voice was soft, it clearly reached Yu Dongxuan's ears.

Upon hearing this, Yu Dongxuan's suppressed anger surged once more. He abruptly turned to look at Zhenyu, his eyes icy, his voice filled with suppressed rage, and demanded, "Zhenyu, what were you all chattering about just now? Were you dissatisfied with what I just said?"

Seeing that Yu Dongxuan was angry, Zhenyu remained calm, cupped his hands slightly, and said solemnly, "Palace Master Yu is joking. This junior has no complaints. I told Xuandao that Palace Master Yu's opinion is very insightful and correct."

These words, neither soft nor hard, neither admitted nor refuted anything, only made Yu Dongxuan even more displeased. He knew that Zhenyu was deliberately picking a fight, but now that Zhenyu had the Five Elements Temple Master and Mingde backing him up, he couldn't do anything about it. He could only suppress his anger, snort coldly, flick his sleeves, turn around, and ignore him.

Seeing this, Fengxian Sect Leader and Xun Yangzi rushed forward to comfort Yu Dongxuan and whispered words of advice, but Yu Dongxuan's frustration did not diminish at all.

Meanwhile, on the two arenas, the fierce battle between Emperor Wu and Loves was nearing its end.

On the right side of the secondary arena, the Martial Emperor, clad in holy armor and wielding the Martial God Spear, exuded an aura of martial divine might as deep as a hell, his imposing presence reaching its peak. As a representative of the Yuanhui, his foundation in the Holy Realm was far deeper than that of Lofus. Although his cultivation had only reached the peak of the Middle God level, his combat strength was no less than that of an ordinary Upper God. Coupled with the enhancement of the Martial God Spear, a sub-god-level supreme holy artifact, he completely suppressed Lofus on the arena, leaving Lofus flustered and utterly disheveled.

"Lofus, have you run out of tricks?" The Martial Emperor's voice boomed, shaking the void of the arena. He flicked his Martial God Spear, the tip pointing directly at Lofus. Billions of divine rules hung like the Milky Way, the spear's light as fast as a shooting star, piercing out countless spear shadows, like stars fading and galaxies pouring down. "With your few Heaven-Mending Divine Abilities, what do you have to compete with me?"

Loves' face was deathly pale, with divine blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He kept parrying with his twin halberds, but was repeatedly defeated by the Emperor Wu's spear light. He was filled with regret and remorse.

He had underestimated the gods of the Primordial World! The Martial Emperor before him was clearly a new god who had been a god for less than a thousand years and whose realm was a whole level lower than his own. Yet, with the ancient supreme holy artifact, the Martial God Spear, and his unfathomable combat power, he was able to forcefully suppress him. This was truly inconceivable and beyond his comprehension!

"Emperor Wu, don't think you can defeat me with just a Supreme Sacred Artifact!" Loves roared, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes. He held back no longer, slashing down with his short halberds to cut off the sharpness of the Martial God Spear. Then, he unleashed his full divine power without reservation, displaying the only Tai Xu Divine Power he had mastered after tens of thousands of years of arduous training.

"Heavenly Light Dividing Halberd!"

With a roar, Loves brought down his twin halberds, instantly condensing countless divine rules into a dazzling rainbow that traversed endless void in an instant. Wherever it passed, space twisted and folded, and countless great rules of the Dao dissolved and crumbled under the rainbow's light, its power terrifying to the extreme.

Seeing the extraordinary power of this divine ability, Emperor Wu's eyes showed no fear, but instead ignited a burning fighting spirit. He roared to the sky, "Well done!" which resounded through the heavens.

Holding the Martial God Spear sideways, endless divine rules surged into it like rivers flowing into the sea, instantly causing the entire spear to glow with a layer of crimson divine light. The divine light swirled around it, and the profound mysteries of martial arts flowed, reaching an unprecedented peak.

"Martial Arts Against the Heavens!"

Emperor Wu also unleashed a divine power, which was not the Taixu Divine Power, but a divine power passed down from the ancient Kunlun Realm! This was an unparalleled skill that Emperor Wu found in the ancient books of the Martial City Academy after becoming a god, and then cultivated for ten thousand years in the Time and Space Treasure.

As the Martial God Spear was swung, the countless divine rules surrounding its tip instantly transformed into a vast, boundless crimson sky phantom, resembling an independent great world filled with boundless martial power. Immediately afterward, a crimson spear beam, like a celestial rift, pierced through the crimson sky, shattering the great world in an instant. Boundless power was poured into the spear beam, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it directly struck Loves's Heavenly Light Rainbow.

"boom--!!!"

Two extreme forces collided violently, the spear path and the halberd path clashing and annihilating each other. The space within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was instantly shattered by the terrifying energy. The gods watching from the sidelines were all horrified, their eyes filled with shock.

Without any suspense, the crimson spear light directly devoured the rainbow light unleashed by Loves, like a falling crimson sky, directly suppressing Loves! With a loud "clang," the six-element monarch weapon, the short halberd, in Loves's hand was instantly shattered and broken into countless fragments. He himself was blasted away by the aftershock of the spear light, crashing heavily onto the arena, spitting out blood, his breath weak, unable to get up again.

Emperor Wu sheathed his spear and stood still, his martial prowess subdued. He calmly looked at the fallen Loves, declaring victory in this fierce battle.

All the gods seated in the hall were stunned by this scene.

The Temple Master of Truth sat upright, her body radiating the aura of truth. Looking at the Martial Emperor on the arena, her eyes were filled with surprise, and her voice carried a hint of admiration as she said to Mingde, "Mingde, this new god of the Primordial Realm is quite interesting. He actually possesses more than two percent of the profound mysteries of the spear, and that divine ability... if I'm not mistaken, it should be a supreme technique from the ancient Kunlun Realm, a technique of the heavens?"

Shang Zu's eyes were sharp, as if he could see through everything. He slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of surprise: "Not only does he possess the profound meaning of the spear, but this boy also possesses more than one percent of the profound meaning of the Flowing Light."

Shang Zu was the master of the Way of Flowing Light. His "Heavenly Desolate Flowing Light Finger" was renowned throughout the world. He was extremely sensitive to the profound meaning of Flowing Light and could clearly detect the familiar fluctuations of the Way of Flowing Light on Emperor Wu.

Upon hearing this, Mingde smiled with satisfaction and said confidently, "The Martial Emperor is indeed exceptionally talented and has extraordinary physique. He is a martial arts prodigy, one in a million. With the careful guidance of myself and the True Universe Divine Lord, I believe he will reach the Great God realm in no time and become a mainstay of our Heavenly Court's fighting force. It is only a matter of time."

Standing to the side, Yu Jingzhen listened to the crowd's praise of the Martial Emperor, his heart filled with sourness. He looked at Mingde and Zhenyu, a flicker of jealousy and malice in his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he attempted to sow discord: "Under the leadership of Divine Venerable Mingde and Divine Lord Zhenyu, the development speed of the Primordial Realm is incredibly fast! The number and strength of the True Gods in this generation alone are already on par with the Heavenly Realm. In another ten or twenty thousand years, the Western Universe will likely be ruled by the Primordial Realm."

Yu Jingzhen's words, seemingly praising, were actually intended to provoke conflict between the Primordial Realm and the Heavenly Realm, while also subtly implying that Mingde and Zhenyu had ambitions to dominate the Western Universe, thus trying to sow discord among them.

Both the Lord of the Hall of Truth and Xianxia Chi frowned upon hearing this. Yu Jingzhen's words were too narrow-minded and lacked any sense of the bigger picture. No wonder Haotian agreed to let Zhenyu go to the Space Temple to serve as the deputy hall master, thus undermining his power.

As expected, Shang Zu, Yu Dongxuan, and the others' faces darkened upon hearing this, and their gazes toward Mingde and Zhenyu were filled with apprehension.

Seeing this, the Lord of the Hall of Truth immediately rebuked Yu Jingzhen, his tone serious: "Lord Yu's words are extremely inappropriate! What do you mean by the person in charge of the Western Universe? In the entire Heavenly Court and the eight thousand Great Worlds, only the Heavenly Palace is the sole person in charge! Even if one rules the world, it is only to assist the Heavenly Palace in leading all the worlds, and there is absolutely no question of monopolizing it."

Xianxia Chi quickly echoed, her voice carrying a hint of warning: "Palace Master Yu's words are highly inappropriate! There is only one person in charge in the Western Universe, and that is the Heavenly Palace! Where does Palace Master Yu's statement intend to place the Heavenly Palace's prestige?"

Mingde glanced at Yu Jingzhen, his tone low and imposing, and retorted, "Palace Master Yu's words are the greatest challenge to the Heavenly Palace's authority. Within the entire Heavenly Court Alliance, only the Heavenly Palace is the sole legitimate ruler. Does Palace Master Yu mean that the Western Universe is not under the Heavenly Court's jurisdiction?"

These words were scathing, directly elevating Yu Jingzhen's remarks to the level of questioning the authority of the Heavenly Palace.

Upon hearing this, Yu Jingzhen's face flushed red and then turned pale, his heart skipping a beat. He had intended to sow discord, but he hadn't expected to shoot himself in the foot. Now that the Lord of the Hall of Truth and Xianxia Chi were both on Mingde's side, he was in a bind and had no choice but to back down.

He looked at Shang Zu beside him, hoping that the other party could speak up for him, but Shang Zu sat calmly in his seat, as if everything was irrelevant to him, ignoring his gaze.

Seeing this, Yu Jingzhen could only grit his teeth, suppress the humiliation and anger in his heart, and bow to Mingde and the others to apologize: "It was my oversight and inappropriate words. I hope you will all forgive me."

His voice was choked with emotion, his eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms. As the master of the Space Temple, he was usually high above all others, revered by all the gods, and treated with utmost respect by the deities of all realms. But ever since Zhenyu had usurped his power, his prestige had waned day by day. Now, he actually had to apologize to the gods in public, which was an immense humiliation for him.

Murong Huan, the Temple Master of the Temple of Time, felt a sense of shared sorrow upon seeing Yu Jingzhen's disheveled state and stepped forward to speak up for him: "Temple Master Yu's words were unintentional and not meant to offend. Please do not take it too seriously."

Upon hearing this, the crowd stopped pursuing the matter and simply looked at Yu Jingzhen with complicated expressions.

Yu Jingzhen knew in his heart that, judging from today's events, Haotian and the Heavenly Palace had completely abandoned him. His heart sank. The position of Palace Master of the Space Temple had brought him too much convenience and power; he absolutely could not be forced off the throne like this. Immediately, his eyes flashed with a sinister and calculating glint as he looked down at Zhenyu in the seats below, secretly plotting to find an opportunity to reclaim the power that belonged to him.

Meanwhile, on the two arenas outside the hall, the fierce battle between Feng Yunba and Ke Yangshan was nearing its end. All the gods turned their heads, held their breath, and waited for the final result.