Double Eighth Order, Dizang and Luosheng.
Two supreme powerhouses, the undefeated Eighth Orders under the King of Fate.
In the Realm of Fate, they were supreme.
Yet now, they were being berated.
The feeling was familiar, for in the Realm of Fate, they were accustomed to being the ones doing the berating.
"Insolent."
Dizang reprimanded.
Circles of divine light bloomed in his eyes.
The radiance was dazzling, carrying boundless wrath.
In the depths of the void, it was as if ten thousand rays of Buddhist light erupted.
*Dong.*
Demonic clouds roiled, and a colossal demon emerged.
"Kill."
Old Demon Chu struck directly.
Fighting was the way to go.
No amount of talk was useful.
*Boom.*
The colossal demon, wielding its demonic blade, cleaved through the sky.
"You are courting death."
Dizang roared in fury, "Luosheng, you hold off the other one. The rest of you, capture Wusheng and Luoran."
"Yes."
The battle commenced instantly.
"Come, let's have some fun." Luosheng smiled and stepped forward.
With each step, a portal appeared beside him.
With the second step, another portal materialized.
One step, one gate, forming a formation in an instant.
"Luosheng Gate."
Luosheng spoke softly.
*Boom.*
One hundred and eight gates formed a formation that enveloped the town.
The grand formation hovered in the sky, descending to suppress heaven and earth.
Accompanied by rumbling sounds, the Luosheng Gate directly suppressed Chen Fan.
"Eighth Order?"
Luosheng chuckled, "Nothing more than that."
Contemptuous words echoed from his lips.
Then, looking down upon Dizang, he added, "You are too slow."
"Heh."
Dizang sneered, "Don't worry, soon..."
As he turned his head, a colossal beastly silhouette appeared behind him.
Dizang spoke again, his gaze fixed on Chen Fan, "One strike, I will..."
Old Demon Chu watched them with a peculiar expression, especially Luosheng.
After a long moment, he shook his head and scoffed, "Idiot..."
"What did you say?"
Both Dizang and Luosheng wore expressions of utter bewilderment.
They had never heard that word before.
But from the expressions, they could tell it was an insult.
...
"It's over."
Luoran witnessed Chen Fan being suppressed.
She couldn't fathom why, despite being of the same Eighth Order, the disparity was so immense.
*Gulp.*
Luoran swallowed. "Wusheng, your friend..."
Wusheng's mouth twitched.
In Luoran's astonished gaze, Wusheng blurted out, "Idiot..."
Luoran: "???"
This was the first time she had ever heard him utter such a vulgarity.
Wusheng sensed her shock and smiled, "It's fine, I'm cursing them."
"Then..."
*Boom.*
Luoran's question was interrupted.
A thunderous roar reverberated through heaven and earth.
The colossal explosion instantly drew everyone's attention.
The one hundred and eight gates of the Luosheng Gate, which had suppressed the world, instantly shattered.
*Clatter.*
It sounded like flowing water echoing through the cosmos.
Two perfectly merged Great Daos expanded the heavens and earth.
"I arrived from Yin and Yang," a familiar voice declared.
Luoran's eyes widened with profound shock.
She saw the familiar figure emerge from the raging storm.
*Boom.*
The Yin-Yang Dao manifested, transforming into twin bridges.
Upon the bridges, a figure stood serenely.
Yin and Yang as bridges.
The voice resonated through the cosmos: "Sword, come..."
*Chii.*
The Heavenly Cloud Sword instantly entered his grasp.
In the depths of the void, it was as if boundless Yin-Yang energy surged into the divine sword.
The sword descended, cleaving the heavens.
*Boom.*
This strike was immeasurably more powerful than Old Demon Chu's earlier blow.
Blood splattered.
A crimson line traced the lower edge of Luosheng's brow.
"How is this possible?" Luosheng was stunned.
This sword had only wounded him.
He was unharmed.
Yet, he couldn't accept it.
Being the same Eighth Order, to be wounded by a single sword strike?
Was this... possible?
"Idiot."
Old Demon Chu cursed again from afar.
In this world, any enemy who underestimated the City Lord met a grim fate.
"Kill."
Chen Fan ceased holding back.
His sword merged with Yin and Yang, each strike capable of cleaving the heavens.
Beneath the firmament, it was as if a world-shattering rain of swords descended.
The Yin-Yang Sword, severed Yin and Yang.
*Puff puff puff!*
Luosheng's body was pierced by countless divine swords.
His bodily essence continuously drained, his vital blood dispersed... his Great Dao was torn by gaping rifts.
"Rebirth Gate."
Luosheng roared again.
He would not simply stand and wait for death.
With a shout, *boom*, another one hundred and eight gates materialized.
This time, they were not the Luosheng Gates, but the Rebirth Gates.
The gates connected, shaking heaven and earth.
*Boom.*
Space was instantly sealed.
*Clang clang clang.*
The sounds of metal striking metal echoed incessantly.
Luosheng's Great Dao vibrated under the onslaught.
Sword shadows fell, continuously wounding his Great Dao.
"Dizang."
Luosheng roared, "Quickly defeat your enemy and come to my aid."
He... could not hold on any longer.
The divine swords were too sharp.
The Rebirth formation trembled, nearing the brink of collapse.
"Kill."
Dizang was also in a frenzy.
The beastly silhouette above his head darted into Old Demon Chu's body with lightning speed: "Devour."
"Urgh."
Old Demon Chu let out a muffled groan.
His Great Dao was disappearing.
No, not disappearing, but rather... flowing away.
The beastly silhouette was devouring his Great Dao.
"Hehehe."
Despite the dire situation, Old Demon Chu's face broke into a smile.
His expression was one of pain mixed with exhilaration. "It's always been me devouring others. To dare to devour me, you're asking for death... Taotie..."
The last two words were a furious roar.
*Roar.*
Boundless roars echoed.
This time, the mouth of a Taotie appeared within Old Demon Chu's body.
The beastly silhouette and the Taotie began to devour each other.
"Kill."
Old Demon Chu himself launched an assault.
Boundless demonic shadows descended, attacking Dizang.
"Demonic Fist."
*Rumble.*
In an instant, overwhelming fist shadows filled the air.
The Demonic Fist covered the heavens.
*Hum.*
Golden light surged from Dizang's body.
A Great Ming King Seal materialized, with Vajra strength, it hard-countered Old Demon Chu's attack.
The two began to clash.
"Luosheng."
Dizang's voice finally transmitted, "I am also in a tough spot and cannot disengage for now. Three out of the eight Seventh Orders, go assist Luosheng. The remaining three, quickly apprehend Wusheng and the other."
"Yes."
From the eight individuals, four immediately stepped out to help Luosheng combat the torrential sword shadows.
"Our turn." Wusheng, holding his divine sword, stepped forward.
Simultaneously, he told Luoran to retreat, "You retreat first. These four are mine."
"You..." Luoran was worried.
"Don't worry."
Wusheng gave her a reassuring look.
He smiled, "It's been a long time since I felt any pressure. Four Seventh Orders, they're just right for sparring."
Luoran: "..."
This was not the man she knew.
Their acquaintance was not long, yet Luoran was confident she understood this man of profound depths.
But today, she saw boundless arrogance emanating from him.
His arrogance had been present since he descended from the Immortal Realm.
It had merely been suppressed over the years.
In front of Chen Fan, anyone would feel pressure.
That was why he chose to leave that day.
He wanted to forge his own path through his own strength.
But in the end, he had failed.
Years after leaving the Thunder Domain, upon meeting familiar faces, these individuals had already surpassed him.