Immortal of the Ages

VROOM! VROOM! VROOM! Yun Xiao freely rode around on his Sovereign Sword.

The young man gripped his umbrella and soared on his sword, gliding through the air like a skier. Around him, violet ice clouds swirled, and beneath his feet, countless azure snowflakes danced.

Where the violet and azure streaked past, heads flew, and blood sprayed across the sky.

Overwhelming killing intent crashed into the Nine Realms Ice Clouds. Though it was an annihilating bombardment, every attack sank like a stone in the sea; none could see how the youth evaded them.

And when Yun Xiao slid before them amid the flurry of azure snowflakes, those whose heads parted from their bodies didn't even know how they died.

With a swift slash, the gates of the underworld opened—bodies severed, and souls released.

It didn't matter if you were a handsome youth or a gifted maiden, a rising star of a sect or the child of a sect master; anyone who had taken a step forward was already a corpse in that young man's yes.

"He's wielding his sword and defending like this; he must be burning through massive amounts of tribulation power! With each kill, he's getting weaker! Everyone, hold on!"

Long Zhaochuan of the Dragon Devil Clan had already transformed. His body was covered in dragon scales, their heavy defense surpassing many celestial treasures. His towering frame, over nine feet tall, was as sturdy as a demon. He outmatched many pure Martial Immortals.

Under the rallying cries of Long Zhaochuan and other core disciples of the Elysian Immortal Palace, the disarrayed Alliance Army finally steadied itself. Enraged, they cursed and launched a counterattack against Yun Xiao.

"Die, eunuch dog!"

"Grind this seedless slave to dust!"

"Damn it! He's truly despicable..."

Their courage to fight back came from common knowledge: everyone's tribulation power in battle wasn't infinite. The more you had, the harder it was to replenish on the spot.

With 1,500 troops, they could slowly chip away at him until he was completely exhausted!

And with the attacks from various geniuses present, whether Yun Xiao dodged, shifted, or deflected, it all consumed vast amounts of energy.

"Die!" Another Samsara Disciple of the Elysian Immortal Palace, Yun Hengyu, sneered, summoning his peers to encircle Yun Xiao.

He was 20 years older than the Ancestral Land's Zu Wei, and his combat strength even matched hers.

Under the leadership of Long Zhaochuan, Yun Hengyu, and other renowned talents of the Heavenly Deity Stellar River, a siege and counterattack swiftly took shape, aiming to wear Yun Xiao down.

"A war of attrition?"

With terrifying speed, Yun Xiao darted through the crowd, slaughtering wildly. Even the spinning umbrella in his hand could slice foes in half.

"Then let's see who lasts longer."

His Primordial Sphere expanded, forming a domain larger than the Nine Realms Ice Clouds. It was bolstered by the Boundless Light, continuously absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, always at Yun Xiao's disposal.

It was thanks to the Corona that Yun Xiao, wielding the power of the Third Baptism Realm, could slaughter opponents far beyond his level.

Empowered by the Primordial Sphere, a slight smile curved his lips. Gripping his umbrella with both hands, he used the Prison Warden Sigil for defense, while the six-foot Sovereign Sword beneath his feet became his spearhead of attack.

Though just one man, he moved like an invincible war chariot—unstoppable and indestructible—charging into the throng of geniuses. He pushed the art of daoist magic and swordsmanship to their limits; even comparing him to a slippery loach didn't do him justice.

With a sweeping slash, the azure blade of the Heaven Burial Sword Soul spun, tracing a dazzling arc through the air, severing the heads of seven prodigies in one stroke.

These were the hopes of various sects, each a talent destined to become Heavenly Monarchs, future pillars of their worlds. Yet under Yun Xiao's assault, they were like chives being harvested in batches—not even given time to scream before being dispatched on the spot.

The densely packed Alliance Army felt their scalps tingle. Clinging to hope, they pressed the attack, only to watch those like themselves cut down like grass.

"We were just here to show support. Losing our lives over this—isn't that a real loss?"

Soon, the realization dawned on them.

On second thought, something wasn't right.

They were supposed to bolster the ranks; why were they being used as cannon fodder, letting this monstrous celestial slave slaughter them?

What made their hearts tremble even more was—

"How is this damned eunuch's tribulation power so endless?!"

He should have been exhausted by now! Once his power ran dry, he'd be like a bird with broken wings, awaiting death. But how many had he killed already? Why was he growing fiercer with each kill?

"Any elder at the Fifth Baptism Realm would've died dozens of times over under our siege!"

"Why won't he die? Not only that, he's getting more and more energized!"

This hopeless terror spread among them like poison. Even though the geniuses of the Alliance Army scorned Yun Xiao's defect, they couldn't ignore the absurd monstrosity of his combat prowess.

"This castrated dog is a freak!"

"He really doesn't get tired!"

"Don't go up there; dying is a huge loss! Let the Dragon Devil Clan and the Elysian Immortal Palace handle it—they're the ones who gathered us and forced us to take sides...!"

Those qualified to participate in the Grand Assembly of Myriad Sects weren't fools. Realizing Yun Xiao was like a fiend, they knew whether it was worth risking their lives to curry favor with the Southern Divine Dragon Realm and Elysian Immortal Palace.

Seeing no hope of wearing down Yun Xiao, the second encirclement of the Alliance Army collapsed once more. The Heavenly Monarch sect prodigies watched him soar toward them on his Sovereign Sword, chills running down their spines. They turned and fled frantically, forgetting everything else, caring only about saving their lives.

They ran as far as they could!

Among them, some had no choice but to stand their ground.

These were the disciples of the Dragon Devil Clan, Elysian Immortal Palace, and sects tightly bound to these two superpowers—most hailing from Empyrean Emperor Sects.

For instance, Yang Yang and Liu Liu from the Blazing Yang Sect were still present.

Seeing Yun Xiao now far more formidable than before, this pair of lovebirds felt bewildered and uneasy.

Yet, surrounded by the Dragon Devil Clan, they didn't dare to flee.

They could only steel themselves and charge forward!

"All or nothing!" Yang Yang howled, his voice turning shrill. His handsome face contorted grotesquely, harboring untold hatred.

But to his utter surprise, after glancing at him, Yun Xiao tilted his sword upward, soaring over their heads to slaughter the disciples of the Dragon Devil Clan and Elysian Immortal Palace.

Breathing heavily, Yang Yang grabbed Liu Liu's delicate shoulder and roared, "What does he mean by this? Why won't he fight me? Is he mocking me? He's also a celestial slave—what right does he have to look down on me!"

"Yang Yang, please..." Liu Liu wept bitterly, hurriedly saying, "You're not a celestial slave. Celestial slaves are the oppressed of the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm; you just..."

Hearing the pity in his beloved's eyes, Yang Yang felt as if 1,000 swords pierced his heart. He shoved Liu Liu away and roared, "Eunuch... Yun Xiao, I'll fight you to the death!"

No sooner had he spoken, before he could even rush halfway, he saw ahead the corpses of the Dragon Devil Clan and Elysian Immortal Palace's core disciples raining down like a torrential downpour, each dying with eyes wide open.

And all of these people were far stronger than him!

Yun Xiao was cutting down these arrogant Dragon Devil Clan members and self-proclaimed noble Elysian Immortal Palace disciples like chopping melons and slicing vegetables—one slash per person, not even needing a second strike!

"He's too powerful..." Liu Liu clutched Yang Yang's arm, staring blankly at the rampaging white figure, her voice trembling, eyes filled with fear.

"Powerful? What are you saying! Do you admire him?" Yang Yang suddenly slapped her across the face, snarling at her.

Half of Liu Liu's face turned red from the slap. She was utterly stunned, never expecting that the once elegant gentleman beside her had become so cowardly and sensitive, like a beaten stray dog with its tail between its legs, only daring to vent his anger on those close to him.

Liu Liu dared not say anything more. With tears in her eyes, she looked at him, knowing how agonizing it was for a man to lose his dignity. Everything before them was endless torment for Yang Yang—a torment that would haunt him for a lifetime. Every gaze was a nightmare; perhaps even the words celestial slave were daggers piercing his heart...