The Next Supreme

“It's truly been a long time.”

Emperor Witch replied to Chen Xia, and between the two, a roaring wind blew without ceasing, its sound unending.

“Our last meeting was in the realm, wasn’t it? Back then, you didn’t kill me, so this time, I won’t kill you either,” Chen Xia responded.

“I don’t kill indiscriminately; you don’t need to repay me. Moreover, I admire the strong and aspire to be one myself…” Emperor Witch said this, taking a good look at Chen Xia before nodding.

“You are a strong one, and your growth has been rapid. When we met in the realm, you could only look up to me, but now, you can discuss Dao with me face to face.”

“I’ve always been lucky,” Chen Xia replied with a smile.

“Fortune is essential for cultivators to rise.” Emperor Witch agreed, swallowing a pill to recover from minor injuries, then continued.

“I wish to fight you at my peak. In my eyes, only you are qualified to compete with me for the throne of supremacy.”

“Is that so?” Chen Xia chuckled, his eyes narrowing as he retorted lightly.

“I personally think no one can compete with me.”

Arrogant.

Far away in Heaven Pill Gate, Emperor Capital, who had overheard this, instantly grew excited, throwing his arms up in celebration.

“Damn, Chen Xia, my most proud idol, teach this guy a lesson!”

Qiu Li glanced at him, unsure what to say. Although Emperor Capital was a bit too overexcited, there was no denying that the return of Chen Xia had instilled confidence throughout Heaven Pill Gate.

Daoist Suppressing Heaven stood high in the sky, observing the battle, his thoughts churning. Suddenly, he looked toward a certain place in the Ninth Mountain and State, his gaze darkening as he murmured softly.

“Martial Emperor, is this the result you desired? To make these two fight and decide the true supreme ruler.”

From the Ninth Mountain, it seemed as if a gaze was cast directly toward Daoist Suppressing Heaven, but then there was no further response.

Perhaps the Martial Emperor had already noticed Daoist Suppressing Heaven’s presence but chose not to react, intending to turn the tables?

Daoist Suppressing Heaven couldn’t figure it out, but when it came to schemes, he was confident he could outmaneuver the Martial Emperor. Such was his conviction.

In Treasure Ring Scale State.

Chen Xia and Emperor Witch faced each other in a stalemate, engaging in casual conversation. Lord of the Divine Realm had already stood up, recovering from his injuries, and quietly asked Chen Xia via heart sound,

“Shall I help?”

“No need,” Chen Xia replied, shaking his head, then turned to Emperor Witch, summoning his immortal sword with a wave of his hand, holding it steadily before tilting his head slightly and saying,

“Since we’re familiar with each other, let’s skip the drawn-out battle. How about we settle this quickly? You use your ultimate move, and I’ll use mine.”

“Agreed.” Emperor Witch nodded, stepping forward with a surge of death energy, his killing intent fierce. His eyes glowed with black light, and behind him, a path of death appeared, truly resembling a passage to the underworld. He told Chen Xia,

“Following the path of killing, my fifth path is the path of death, which, when paired together, makes me near invincible. You can give it a try.”

“That’s easy,” Chen Xia chuckled lightly, flicking his immortal sword, his eyes narrowing as he added, “I fear death the least.”

Hum!

As the words left his mouth, the immortal sword soared high, its sword intent piercing the heavens, as if a giant sword had appeared, hanging over the entire Immortal Realm.

Shifting colors of gray and white flickered.

In the blink of an eye.

Chen Xia rushed forward, his immortal sword wrapped in the grayish-white colors of time, transforming into a sword of time, capable of cutting through the past, present, and future, making it unstoppable.

This strike landed squarely on Emperor Witch, slicing his body in half in an instant, but no blood sprayed out. Instead, dense black energy surged.

Ugh.

The black energy coalesced elsewhere, and Emperor Witch’s body reappeared, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he muttered,

“Death does not kill.”

Before the words were finished, the ground beneath Emperor Witch exploded, and the head of an ancestral dragon emerged, swallowing his body.

It wasn’t over yet. Chen Xia pursued Emperor Witch’s body, wrapping his right hand with heavenly thunder, gripping his opponent’s head tightly, the immortal sword slipping between his fingers, stabbing firmly into Emperor Witch’s brow, pinning him inside the ancestral dragon’s head.

The ancestral dragon’s jaws closed, and its head sank into the ground.

The battle quieted.

For a long time, there was no movement. The onlookers widened their eyes, using all their spiritual senses and abilities to search for the two fighters, but they found no trace.

The wind in the air blew quietly, carrying a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Lord of the Divine Realm’s expression was grim as he suddenly spoke.

“Here it comes.”

At this moment, the ground bulged, and the sunken Treasure Ring Scale State rose upward, bursting violently at one point.

A blue figure shot upward, reaching the highest point of the sky, already in the void.

A black figure pursued, dragging death energy behind it, filling the entire world, as if pulling an entire hell on its heels, building a wall of death energy across the Immortal Realm.

The heavens above were silent.

After a brief moment.

A massive shockwave came from the highest point, just its ripples causing the entire Immortal Realm to tremble. The cultivators across the various states were horrified; some immediately knelt in worship, begging the heavens for mercy.

Others panicked and fled, but how could they escape from the entire Immortal Realm?

Lord of the Divine Realm looked up at the high heavens, sighing softly.

“Perhaps this is the ultimate clash of a Five Paths Great Emperor’s power.”

One step further, and it would be supreme.

Now, he finally understood why the Martial Emperor had released the entire Immortal Realm, this primordial land, allowing them to take dominion, proclaiming that the supreme ruler would be selected from among them.

In truth, it had all been paving the way for these two.

From the beginning, the Martial Emperor’s choice had only been these two.

The Lord of the Divine Realm gazed at the heavens, and though unwilling, he could only lower his head and sigh.

“Beyond dispute.”

After this battle, the question of who would sit on the throne of supremacy would be settled.