Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Divine Prince Mingyang, why is he here?”
Many Nascent Soul Cultivators from Planet Tianhuang, Heavenly Jupiter and Planet Zheyuan frowned upon seeing the young man in a black robe. Divine Prince Mingyang had once visited their planets and taken some of their descendants away. The third Ancestral Patriarch of the Luowu Sect saw the fourth Ancestral Patriarch of his sect standing respectfully behind the young man.
What confused the third Ancestral Patriarch was that their brother kept his head low, bowing with extreme respect and regarding the black-robed young man as if he were God.
“We’re in trouble.”
The Ancestral Patriarchs of the Luowu Sect were startled.
They had done everything in their power to hide the fact that their fourth Ancestral Patriarch had gone over to Divine Prince Mingyang’s camp. They had thought that the Divine Prince was going to stay put obediently, trembling in a corner of the Abandoned Planet Region or even escape to the Little South Heavenly Realm and never return, since Chen Fan was too powerful; the seven Divine Sects together were no match for him. Nobody had thought that he would step up and challenge Chen Fan.
“That’s very unwise! Divine Lord Chen is the most powerful in the world. How can a Divine Prince challenge him?”
“Although Divine Prince Mingyang is Divine Lord Tatian’s son, he shouldn’t be more powerful than Prince Qin Ye of the Apollo Palace. The scale and power of Apollo Palace are ten times Mount Emperor’s and the Golden Bird Emperor is also stronger than Divine Lord Tatian. Isn’t he sending himself to die by showing up right now?”
“He’s digging his own grave!”
Many cultivators from other planets shook their heads.
Heavenly Lord Anpo, Xing Hu and Zhang Qihao didn’t have a hint of respect to this former dominator of the Abandoned Planet Region; everything had changed. Unless Divine Lord Tatian was reborn, Divine Prince Mingyang is no match for Chen Fan, no matter how powerful he is. He would run messily in the end.
“It better be Mingyang. We can attack and take him down as part of the Divine Lord Coronation Ceremony.”
Someone rubbed his hands and wanted to make a move.
Even the cultivators from the Star Ocean shook their heads. How dare a Divine Prince provoke Chen Fan? Didn’t he see Chen Fan defeat a million soldiers , dozens of Divine Princes and Divine Generals, leaving less than one-fifth of them alive?
An individual cultivator from Star Ocean called Huang Yuan yelled loudly, “Kid, are you mad? How dare you act this cheeky in front of Divine Lord Chen of the Planet East Region?” The cultivator was wearing a yellow robe; he controlled two black hooks surrounded by a dim yellow light, which was shot towards the young man in a black robe.
Huang Yuan was a famous Sword Cultivator in the Shanyang Planet Region. He had risen to fame for ten thousand years and was one of the top Nascent Soul Cultivators. He even had the power to fight with the Divine Princes of the large sects. His pair of flying swords, named “Parting Hooks,” even ranked thirteenth on the Flying Sword Roll in the Shanyang Planet Region.
“Go!”
Huang Yuan performed a Sword Art.
The Parting Hooks turned into two beams of black light dozens of feet long which were enveloped by dim yellow glitter, flashing rapidly toward the young man in black. They were extremely weird and fast. Even some Divine Princes would have found it difficult to be able to react and might have been hit, their bodies splitting up in the process. Huang Yuan made use of that to attack and tried to establish a good impression in front of Chen Fan.
“Boom!”
Out of Huang Yuan’s expectation—
The set of Parting Hooks had just reached the hundred feet range from the young man in black robe when they suddenly froze, as if they would have landed inside a thick layer of glue. They couldn’t even move or go further. Huang Yuan’s face became flushed as he tried his best to control the flying swords, but they were still unable to move forward.
“Huang Yuan, have you been playing with your women at home too much? Your flying swords seem to be suffering from diarrhea. They don’t listen to your commands anymore, just like two old donkeys.” The rogue cultivators from the Star Ocean laughed.
“Says who?” Huang Yuan was embarrassed.
“Haha!” Everyone burst into laughter again.
“Let me see.”
One of the rogue cultivators stepped closer. Everyone immediately froze; even the eyes of the elders of the Qiyun Sect were fixed on him.
That rough, middle-aged man was called Broken Knife Swordsman. He was a famous rogue cultivator in the Star Ocean, who had lived for more than thirty thousand years and was one of the most powerful Half Grand Cultivators. He was a rare Martial Artist who cultivated his body and practiced Martial Arts. The Essence Breaking Sword in his hand was said to be made of Meteorite Iron, entirely black and extremely tough. It was able to withstand an attack from a Quasi-Divine Treasure and was a top Heavenly Treasure specialized in breaking a cultivator’s True Essence.
“Open!”
The Broken Knife Swordsman took a step forward, immediately dashing a few hundred miles. His body was extremely powerful; he had gone through countless dimension layers, creating a passage like a black gap in the sky. His hair was messy and there was viciousness in his eyes. The Essence Breaking Sword in his hand even began to release a dazzling blade aura.
That slash was almost comparable to an attack from a Half Grand Cultivator.
All the cultivators who saw the Broken Knife Swordsman were in awe. Many of them who had once looked down on martial artists also had to admit that his Martial Arts and body had reached the peak and that his Divine Powers were indeed comparable to those attained by a Qi Refinement Cultivator.
“Crack!”
Still, the Broken Knife Swordsman ended up in a more miserable state when compared to Huang Yuan.
The young man in a black robe raised his hand and stuck out a finger.
The attack was so light that there weren’t any sparks or smoke, and it carried neither Dharma Power nor Divine Power when it poked on the Essence Breaking Sword. Then, the sword—which was claimed to be extremely tough thanks to the Meteorite Iron used to make it—started to crack inch by inch from the tip. The blade which had once been one foot five long was shattered even more thoroughly than glass would. The body of the Broken Knife Swordsman—which he had spent thirty thousand years to refine and was said to be comparable to a Quasi-Divine Treasure—cracked like an egg under a hammer, exploding into blood mist. His Divine Soul and Nascent Soul were also crushed before they could escape.
“Stth!”
At that moment…
Everyone gasped.
The Broken Knife Swordsman was one of the most powerful rogue cultivators. The stronger ones were already those like Song Yufeng the “Lone Ranger.” Those Overlords who were comparable to Half Grand Cultivators would apparently decide not to turn to Chen Fan easily. They traveled around the Star Ocean and even the imperishable sects had to respect them. A lot of cultivators from other planets who were currently on Earth—who were rubbing their hands, wanting to take down the young man in a black robe—were stunned.
“How did Divine Prince Mingyang become so strong?” The third Ancestral Patriarch of the Luowu Sect was dumbfounded.
“Right, he was powerful the last time we saw him, but we could still see his level and he was just a peak-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. When did he become this strong?” A few Nascent Soul cultivators from Planet Dark Mist were also surprised.
As for the rogue cultivators from the Star Ocean who knew about the Broken Knife Swordsman, they felt chills down their spines as if a basin of cold water would have been poured over their heads.
He killed the Broken Knife Swordsman with one finger. Such power was completely out of their expectations. Not even normal Half Grand Cultivators were able to do so. Was he someone invincible below the Soul Formation rank, just like Chen Fan?
The young man in black robe said again with coldness in his eyes, “Nothing special.”
An individual cultivator yelled emotionally, “Who are you?”
Many people began to wonder if he was Divine Prince Mingyang.
Divine Prince Mingyang was Divine Lord Tatian’s youngest son. He had remained hidden deep inside Planet Tianhuang since he had been born and was nurtured with the energy of the planet, making him sleep. He wouldn’t be very powerful at the moment, never able to kill the Broken Knife Swordsman with a finger; that wasn’t something a Divine Prince could do. This task belonged to the domain of Half Grand Cultivators. Some guessed that the young man in black was one more of Divine Lord Tatian’s sons. They had followed Divine Lord Tatian to conquer the world and were said to be unstoppable.
The elder of the Purple Dove Sect said coldly, “Whoever it is, he’s digging his own grave by trying to provoke Divine Lord Chen.”
He frowned and looked extremely serious.
“Tatian?” Chen Fan said with an extremely certain tone. He stared at the young man in black robe who only had viciousness in his eyes. His long hair fluttered and his clothes made sounds like those made by war flags.
“Tatian? What Tatian?”
Everyone was shocked.
A few cultivators from other planets had already turned pale. They looked at Divine Prince Mingyang as if he were a ghost.
“Divine… Divine Lord Chen, you mean this… this person is Divine Lord… Divine Lord Tatian?” Wu Wendin had trouble finding the words.
After that, everyone became stunned.
While a lot of people were about to speak, the young man in black had already made a move. He merely stepped forward as she faced the excessive number of rogue cultivators from the Star Ocean.
“Boom!”
At that moment.
An unimaginably terrifying energy had swept the entire planet region.
Meanwhile, all the creatures on planet Earth and the solar system were petrified and their souls were about to shatter. An indescribable and powerful God rose in that planet region. Even the moon seemed like a marble underneath his feet. He could carry the sun and moon on his back; he was billions of feet tall, just like the sun. His body was surrounded by rivers of the underworld. The Nine Rivers of Hades flowed in the sky around him. The young man was wearing a crown on his head; his black robe had silver patterns as if it were a God from Heaven, standing in the sky while everyone trembled underneath his feet.
“Clap!”
That black-robed God only raised his hand gently, spread his fingers wide and smacked down.
“Boom!”
The air within a range of thousands of miles exploded, as if there were claps of thunder. Hundreds of thousands of cultivators from the Star Ocean—including Golden Core cultivators, Nascent Soul cultivators, rogue cultivators or elders of the large sects—were all crushed to powder under the effect of the hand. A lot of them had even exploded to blood mist along with their bodies and Dharma Treasures before the hand struck them directly.
“Oh no!”
Two Half Grand Cultivators were terrified. They turned into beams of light and wanted to escape, but the God in black robe smacked down and smashed them immediately. Not even their Divine Souls were able to run away.
“Boom!”
Just one hand.
Half of the individual cultivators—those who had traveled to watch the battle in the Star Ocean—simply died. Dozens of thousands of the remaining disciples from the large sects had also died; the solar system became empty. All the cultivators on Earth and the rest of the rogue cultivators from the Star Ocean were trembling in front of that black-robed God. Their bodies froze and they looked up, visibly astounded. They were so terrified that their souls seemed to have been frozen.
“It’s really Divine Lord Tatian. How is that possible?”
The eyes of the Luowu Sect’s third Ancestral Patriarch popped out and he couldn’t believe it.
However, the young man in black robe stood in the sky with a Dharma Form that was billions of feet tall. He was almost as large as the moon next to him. People could see his face clearly, even if they stood on the ground. His body was like a mountain and an ocean, and his power was extremely terrifying, which was a hundred times more powerful than the Immortal Will of the Golden Bird Emperor. If he wasn’t a Soul Formation Grand Cultivator, who was he? Chen Fan was like an ant under his foot. The hundred million soldiers of the seven Divine Sects were even as vulnerable as a joke.
“We’re over.”
At that moment.
Countless people on Earth closed their eyes at the same time, sorrow filling their hearts.
A Grand Cultivator was there. Earth was doomed. The Abandoned Planet Region was doomed!