Chapter 313: Unrivaled Dominance
Chapter 313: Unrivaled Dominance
Tianye Spirit Master and Miaoshu Spirit Master looked tense and pressured, their eyes wild with terror.
On the ground, the gravely injured Cheng Lingyu rose slowly into the air, enveloped in dark light.
His body shimmered with multicolored radiance as he absorbed the essence of all things, his wounds healing rapidly.
Han Cang descended through the void like a celestial deity, dominating all directions as he landed beside Cheng Lingyu.
Cheng Lingyu turned his head, eyes brimming with delight.
“Master, you came.”
These five simple words stunned the crowd. Even Luo Feng Spirit Master, Qiu Yu, Mu Bai, and Feixue gaped in shock—none had known Cheng Lingyu was Han Cang’s disciple.
Han Cang studied Cheng Lingyu, his piercing gaze seemingly seeing through the youth’s physical form to the transformations within.
“Good. Very good.”
When Cheng Lingyu had left Fallen God Ridge, he’d been at the Soul Martial Fourth Realm. Now he’d reached the Blood Martial First Level, advancing with astonishing speed. More crucially, he’d opened the Ten Cave Heavens, cultivated the unique Soul Domain Avatar, and merged with divine blood during his breakthrough—achieving unprecedented heights.
While others might overlook these changes, Han Cang saw everything clearly. His approval was evident.
Shifting his gaze, Han Cang strode coldly toward Tianye Spirit Master and Miaoshu Spirit Master.
“Wh-what do you want?” Miaoshu Spirit Master stammered, eyes flickering with dread.
Han Cang remained silent. Dark light swirled beneath his feet, transforming into grand talismans radiating the heavenly way’s power. Wherever he stepped, darkness devoured light, splitting the sky into an eerie half-black, half-white spectacle never before witnessed.
Miaoshu Spirit Master barked with false bravado, “State your demands! Don’t push us too far!”
Han Cang’s cold smirk never wavered. His killing intent froze the air itself.
Tianye Spirit Master and Miaoshu Spirit Master howled in fear. The six Spirit Masters behind them broke under the psychological pressure, scattering in panic.
The first fleeing Spirit Master exploded mid-air at ten zhang’s height, his Primordial Spirit screaming as black flames consumed it. The second met identical torment, his anguished wails driving others toward madness.
One after another, the third, fourth, and fifth Spirit Masters erupted—physical bodies obliterated, Primordial Spirits burning in black fire as if trapped in soul-refining hell, enduring endless agony.
“Han Cang! Don’t cross the final line!” Tianye Spirit Master roared desperately.
Han Cang flicked his wrist casually. Space-time froze despite Tianye’s evasive maneuvers. The slap sent the Spirit Master flying, half his face pulverized.
The display of divine might paralyzed onlookers. Tianye—a millennium-revered figure in Tianyang Empire—lay maimed by a single strike.
Miaoshu Spirit Master trembled, regret and terror choking him. Han Cang kept advancing. Each step triggered another Spirit Master’s annihilation—body and spirit erased.
Within moments, five of the six Spirit Masters from Divine Martial Sect and Heavenly Palace perished. The last survivor collapsed, eyes hollow with fear.
Then a violent tremor shook distant skies, followed by a world-shaking roar.
“Lou Ri City, you have gone too far.”
A radiant figure emerged from the void shortly after Han Cang’s arrival. The higher-ups of the Divine Martial Sect had finally arrived.
Tianye Spirit Master howled in fury, half his skull missing. Though not fatal, the humiliation crippled his standing – how could he ever command respect now?
Han Cang paid no heed, his frosty gaze fixed on Miaoshu Spirit Master. He swung his right palm like an adult disciplining a child – cold, detached, utterly merciless.
Miaoshu Spirit Master’s spirit quaked as he roared, channeling his full cultivation level to resist. Yet his body remained frozen.
The slap shattered Miaoshu’s left cheek. The ancient tome above his head exploded into black flames – his life’s achievement and glory reduced to ash by Han Cang’s strike.
“No… I’ll never… forgive you!”
Miaoshu verged on madness. This humiliation cut deeper than death itself.
On the ground, a petrified Spirit Master scrambled to flee, only to explode moments later. His Primordial Spirit writhed in Black Fire’s torment, screams echoing Han Cang’s ruthlessness.
Without uttering a word, Han Cang had annihilated six Spirit Masters, leaving Tianye and Miaoshu broken. His brutality left no room for mercy.
“Insolence!”
A thunderous roar shook the skies as the Divine Martial Sect’s elder descended, foot aimed to crush Han Cang.
From Heavenly Palace’s direction came holy radiance – the Three Saints and Four Peerless factions were mobilizing. An unparalleled expert from the Soul Martial Fifth Realm approached, dispatched to contain the chaos.
Han Cang gazed upward. The radiant figure revealed a crimson-faced elder exuding pressure that bent the Nine Heavens, flames dancing around his imposing frame.
With casual steps, Han Cang appeared beside Tianye. Ignoring the Spirit Master’s curses, he seized his throat like an eagle snatching prey.
“Release him!” the elder bellowed, withdrawing his attack.
Han Cang’s icy stare pierced Tianye. “Regrets?”
“Release me, cur!” Tianye spat.
“You think I’d spare vermin?”
Mid-air, the elder threatened: “Kill our disciples, and I’ll eliminate all of Lou Ri City’s!”
Han Cang’s fingers tightened. Tianye’s neck crunched as Black Fire erupted from the warrior’s palm, consuming flesh and spirit alike.
Tianye convulsed, desperate to escape. But Han Cang’s grip held firm, flames sealing meridians and trapping the Primordial Spirit.
“You court death!”
The elder’s stomp fractured time itself, unstoppable as falling mountains.
Han Cang ascended with Tianye’s corpse, darkness swallowing light as he clashed with the elder. Their collision warped time and space, destructive force nearly erasing the Blood Moon Wasteland.
Only the wasteland’s eerie defenses – legacy of entombed saints – prevented total annihilation.
When light returned, Tianye lay dead. The elder stumbled back, face bloodless, roaring in defeat.
Han Cang stood triumphant, indifference more terrifying than any battle cry.
A white-clad middle-aged man arrived from Heavenly Palace, haloed in sacred light. “Identify yourself!”
“Han Cang of Fallen God Ridge.”
“I’m Kong Fang. This is Wu Tianxiao of Divine Martial Sect.”
“I know.”
Wu Tianxiao seethed: “You slaughtered our disciples! Explain yourself!”
Han Cang’s laugh chilled bones. “Your sects murdered my disciple for his Holy Artifact. What compensation will you offer?”
“Lies!” Wu Tianxiao spat.
Kong Fang interjected: “Cheng Lingyu killed two holy sons. He must pay.”
“Then words waste breath.” Han Cang spread his arms. “I’ll claim compensation from your corpses.”
Darkness Descended, swallowing both experts. The three empire-shaking forces hadn’t witnessed such conflict in centuries.
Divine Martial Sect’s Spirit Masters lay annihilated; Heavenly Palace retained only half-dead Miaoshu. Losses demanded vengeance.
Mid-air, the trio’s battle twisted reality itself, their terrifying strength creating isolated warped space. Even Red Feather Spirit Master struggled to breathe under the divine might’s pressure.
Cheng Lingyu, recovering from grave injuries, watched helplessly. He’d rarely seen his Master since apprenticeship – now witnessed power beyond imagination.
As factions retreated from collateral damage, Han Cang’s darkness promised only annihilation.