The point where the Dust Clan and the Nether Clan meet, spanning 30,000 miles, is a vast expanse of icy and snowy plateaus, with winding and majestic mountains covered in pristine white snow.
This place is the perfect location for a battle!
The snow-capped mountains are desolate and undisturbed!
The Dust Clan and the Nether Clan had all arrived. The former numbered only a handful, while the latter were a vast, dense crowd. They faced each other to the east and west, with a separate, flat area in the center.
A thousand miles of flat land—this is the arena for duels!
On the Dust Clan's side stood Chen Ling, Xie Feng, and some guards.
On the Nether Clan's side, atop a throne carved from a skull, sat a middle-aged man dressed in a magnificent purple-black robe. His gaze was cold and deep, his nose high and hooked, and a short mustache adorned his lips.
Chief of the Nether Clan, Netherworld!
He was surrounded by hundreds of guards, with Xuan Mao standing to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips, his posture quite arrogant.
"You only brought this few people?"
Netherworld looked at the few people opposite him, raised an eyebrow, and asked with some surprise.
Chen Ling asked, "Isn't that enough?"
"Why isn't there a large army to provide support? You seem quite confident."
Aren't you just as confident?
"It's only been a few days, and you've already learned to talk back..." Netherworld looked down at her and laughed, "Confidence isn't something everyone has; for example, the weak don't deserve it!"
The implication is that Chen Ling is the weaker party...
Chen Ling's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her gaze icy cold. Just as she was about to say something, Xie Feng calmly spoke up, "I think you'd better not speak. It's better to keep your mouth shut and look like a fool than to open it and let others confirm that you are a fool."
These words caused Netherworld's expression to darken slightly. He narrowed his eyes, sizing Xie Feng up and down, and said, "You're the one representing the Dust Clan in this battle, right? Your name is Xie Feng, isn't it?"
Xie Feng said, "You already know, so why ask? Are you that insecure?"
"You're the first person to dare speak to this clan leader like that," Netherworld scoffed. "Ha! I hope your strength is as formidable as your tongue!"
Xie Feng said with a forced smile, "Thank you for the compliment!"
Netherworld: "..."
He stared coldly at Xie Feng, his fingers unconsciously twirling his beard, his expression unfriendly.
At this moment...
Suddenly, a purple light descended from the sky, thousands upon thousands of rays, enveloping the world and making the white snow-capped mountains appear purple!
A colossal purple-gold list stretches across the heavens and the earth, shining brightly in the vast sky, above the boundless starry heavens, at the very edge of the sky!
Thump!!
A deafening sound suddenly erupted, echoing throughout the entire Dao Realm for a long time.
This is heavenly music!!
Symbolizing the representatives of the Heavenly Ranking!!
" Purple qi appears in the Dao Realm, ushering in a new era. Among billions of cultivators, only... the strongest will ascend the ranks!!"
A resounding bell-like sound descended from the sky, echoing throughout the world.
Its appearance caused a stir in the snow-capped mountains.
What is that?
"This is an unusual phenomenon! Could it be... a sign that the heavens are blessing the Nether Clan? A sign that the Nether Clan will surely win this battle?!"
"A spectacle never before seen!!"
"Its appearance brought with it an extremely terrifying fortune and energy! This is an unprecedented phenomenon!"
People whispered among themselves, all deeply shocked.
This is the Heavenly Ranking!
"More powerful than the Extreme Dao, from the Supreme Heavenly Ranking!"
suddenly...
Xie Feng tilted his head slightly, looked at the list, and said in a deep voice!
Since embarking on the Literary Dao, he has never stopped reading. Although he had not read for a month due to the cycle of cultivation, he read extensively in the two days prior, reading an infinite number of books in a limited amount of time!
In the book, he learned about another way.
It's even more powerful than the Extreme Dao!
That terrifying "Tao" is called the Supreme!
The Dao of the Supreme!
Xie Feng was deeply troubled. Ever since the Heavenly Ranking Heavenly Ranking appeared in the Lower Realm, it seemed to follow him like a shadow!
There is Heavenly Ranking in the Lower Realm!
There is Heavenly Ranking in the Upper Realm!
There is Heavenly Ranking in the Dao Realm!
Wherever he goes, he appears!
Where did this thing come from? What is its purpose? What drives it? And where will it ultimately return to?
A series of riddles flashed through Xie Feng's mind. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
The present moment is not about thinking about that; what's more pressing is the decisive battle, the annihilation of the Nether Clan!
Xie Feng's words, " Heavenly Ranking," resonated deeply, sparking endless discussion and a great uproar.
An elder of the Nether Clan asked, "How do you know its name? Did you bring this thing?!"
Before Xie Feng could speak, Netherworld glanced at the elder, giving him an expression that said, "You're so stupid."
He said, "If he brought this terrifying energy, I think he wouldn't be fighting here. He could destroy the Dao Realm universe!"
"Oh, this..."
The elder blinked somewhat awkwardly.
He quickly shut up.
"Why do I know its name? Because I... am an old acquaintance of itss!"
Xie Feng smiled, "Since the Heavenly Ranking appeared, one ranking after another has emerged, and the top spot on each one is mine! This time, it will definitely be the same!"
Netherworld laughed angrily, "Boy, you've become far too arrogant!"
Xie Feng shrugged and said, "The 'prodigy' I'm talking about is true, it's a fact, not boasting!"
"The prodigies of the ten clans are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges; how could it be your turn?!"
The elder, who had been forced to shut up, couldn't help but speak again. He stared at Xie Feng and asked angrily.
"Enough with the rambling, are we going to fight or not?!"
Xuan Mao grew impatient. She interrupted the elder and strode confidently into the dueling arena with her long, sexy legs.
Seeing this, Chen Ling whispered to Xie Feng, "Be careful!"
Xie Feng smiled nonchalantly, put his hands behind his back, and calmly stood on the opposite side.
Xie Feng said, "Let's begin!"
The Xuan Mao haughtily glanced at him, then suddenly curled her red lips and said, "Before we fight, this holy maiden has a few words to say. Are you going to listen?"
"Speak!"
"Stepping into this arena to fight against me, the Holy Maiden, means a near-certain death. The Dust Clan chose you, essentially sending you to your doom. Although you are detestable, you are still an innocent person. Why throw your life away needlessly? How about this: you admit defeat! I, the Holy Maiden, will let you go! I, the Holy Maiden, do not want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, to be honest!"
A hint of sincerity flickered in the Xuan Mao's eyes.
Xie Feng: "..."
Something about what he said sounded a bit off.
Has this woman suddenly been possessed by a saint?
Should he admit defeat?
In his lifetime, the person who could make him admit defeat probably hasn't been born yet!
Xie Feng sighed, "Naive..."
"Fine!" Xuan Mao pouted, then added, "Give him a shield! This saintess doesn't want an instant victory!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Bang!
Someone threw a shield onto the battlefield. The shield stood upright on the ground, black and gleaming with a metallic sheen.
Xie Feng smiled nonchalantly. This woman was quite particular, but perhaps in the end, the one who would have to use this shield... would be herself!
Xie Feng asked, "Will we fight?"
Xuan Mao shouted, "Fight!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and slowly spun out the sacred weapon— the Netherworld Sword.
Her swordsmanship has reached a level of consummate skill; when her Sword Qi is unleashed, countless principles of the Dao are thrown into chaos!