Chapter 435: The Lower Realm Doesn’t Only Have Supreme Prodigies

The battlefield continued raging on.

Lu Qingfeng and Yan Jingfei moved through the chaos like two streaks of light.

Every moment, an Upper Realm Immortal Ascension cultivator fell, followed by dozens of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators.

The two had already become one of the most dazzling combinations on the battlefield. However, neither of them dared to relax.

The Upper Realm army was simply too enormous. Even after killing so many enemies, the tide of cultivators still seemed endless.

*Whoosh!*

Lu Qingfeng released another arrow, a golden streak tearing through the heavens.

Three Tribulation Transcendence cultivators standing in a line were pierced through simultaneously. The Radiant Dawn Sacred Fire erupted instantly, and their bodies and souls turned to ashes before they could even react.

Yan Jingfei followed immediately afterward and raised a finger, a ball of crimson flames constantly compressing at its tip and pointed in another direction.

Perfect mastery of the Extreme Yang Compression Divine Art!

At the same time, the Fortune Defining Great Art silently circulated as the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to become distorted for an instant.

A group of Upper Realm cultivators attempting to surround them suddenly found themselves separated by several hundred miles, and even the formation they had painstakingly established collapsed before it could be completed.

However, the next moment, they all appeared beside eachother, only to see a ball of roaring flames, like the collapsing sun, descending towards them, burning everything to ashes.

Meanwhile, Lu Qingfeng turned his bow, shooting out another arrow.

*Whoosh!*

*Pfft!*

Another Upper Realm Immortal Ascension cultivator fell.

Suddenly, at that exact moment, both Yan Jingfei and Lu Qingfeng’s expressions changed drastically.

A terrifying sensation emerged from the depths of their souls.

The two reacted almost simultaneously, disappearing from their original spot.

*Boom!*

The instant their figures disappeared, the heavens seemed to have exploded.

A gigantic palm descended from above.

It contained no complicated Divine Power or dazzling phenomenon, yet when it fell everything beneath it collapsed.

Space shattered and earth sank, mountains that had stood for countless years were flattened in an instant as a gigantic crater ranging over a hundred thousand miles appeared across the battlefield.

Countless Lower Realm and Upper Realm cultivators alike were caught within the aftermath.

Those at weaker realms did not even have the opportunity to scream, directly reduced to dust.

Lu Qingfeng’s figure flashed repeatedly as Yan Jingfei followed closely behind.

Both of them unleashed their fastest secret arts, only barely escaping the range of that palm.

Lu Qingfeng looked back, his usually composed expression incredibly solemn.

Yan Jingfei’s eyes narrowed as she pursed her lips.

"Although the destructive power wasn’t much, this ability to bend the heavenly rules..."

Lu Qingfeng looked up at the sky, finishing her sentence.

"I’m afraid it’s an Immortal God."

The surrounding space in the sky suddenly trembled, cracking open as a figure stepped out from within.

It was a young man dressed in black.

His long hair fluttered gently, his face handsome and his expression calm, yet beneath that calmness was an incomparably terrifying aura.

Vagrant Immortal!

His cultivation was clearly only at the Early Stage of the Vagrant Immortal Realm, but the pressure he emitted was completely different from the Vagrant Immortals of the Lower Realm.

Behind him stood several dozen figures, every single one a Half Immortal.

And they were not ordinary Half Immortals, but the strongest Half Immortals among the Upper Realm army, each one possessing an aura that caused the surrounding void to tremble and the heavenly rules to grow restless.

The black clad Vagrant Immortal looked at Lu Qingfeng and Yan Jingfei, a strange expression appearing in his eyes.

In his eyes, there was genuine appreciation

"Interesting."

His gaze lingered on Lu Qingfeng.

"An awakened True Yang Body."

Then, he looked towards Yan Jingfei, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"And... a trace of the Dao of Time?"

As soon as he spoke those words, Yan Jingfei’s blood ran cold.

He... can actually detect a trace?

Even if it’s only a faint trace...

Aside from master, no one else has ever..

Is this a true Immortal Deity from the Upper Realm...

Seeing him look over, Yan Jingfei instantly shut down all thoughts.

Damn it, she almost forgot that Immortals could read minds!

Almost gave herself away.

The black clad Vagrant Immortal’s expression became a little more serious.

"Even in the Upper Realm, people like you would be considered supreme prodigies."

Lu Qingfeng’s hand tightened around the Mystical Flame Bow while Yan Jingfei remained silent.

The black clad Vagrant Immortal smiled faintly, his eyes gradually growing colder.

"Unfortunately... you were born in the wrong place."

The instant those words fell, his aura erupted without reservation.

*Boom!*

A terrifying Vagrant Immortal pressure swept across the battlefield, making countless Lower Realm cultivators tremble.

All the Tribulation Transcendence cultivators in the range of his presence spat out blood, and even Immortal Ascension cultivators were forced to retreat.

The black clad youth raised one hand, a terrifying Dao fluctuation gathering around his palm as the surrounding space began collapsing.

Both Lu Qingfeng and Yan Jingfei were as if locked onto by spatial rules, unable to move from their spot.

Yet, at that exact moment, the entire space suddenly froze.

The black clad Vagrant Immortal’s expression changed slightly, the heavenly rules surrounding him dissipating as the terrifying Dao fluctuation around him became motionless.

Even the shattered fragments of space seemed to freeze in place.

A voice suddenly resounded throughout heaven and earth.

It was extremely deep, exuding an ancient aura and filled with disdain.

"Suppressing juniors who haven’t even achieved immortality... is this the only reason the Upper Realm has been able to stand tall all these years?"

The black clad Vagrant Immortal’s expression became solemn, his gaze shifting towards the distance.

*Roar!*

The next instant, a deafening dragon roar shook the heavens, the firmament visibly trembling violently.

An enormous Flood Dragon suddenly emerged from the distant void, its body stretched across thousands upon of miles.

Its scales were dark blue, and its enormous, sun-like eyes were cold and indifferent.

A terrifying draconic might swept across the battlefield, causing the countless cultivators below to feel their hearts tremble.

Even some Upper Realm Half Immortals changed expressions.

"This..."

"A Flood Dragon?"

The black clad Vagrant Immortal stared at the enormous creature ahead, his pupils narrowed.

"Current generation Guardian Deity of the Dragon King Temple..."

The Flood Dragon slowly descended.

Its enormous body began shrinking as its scales transformed into robes, its claws became hands, and its dragon head became the face of an imposing middle aged man wearing dark robes, standing in the sky.

His long hair fluttered behind him and his eyes were cold.

He stood with his hands behind his back his aura not the slightest bit inferior to the black clad Vagrant Immortal, even being far stronger.

He was, after all, at the peak Late Stage of Vagrant Immortal Realm!

No matter how great the difference between Upper Realm and Lower Realm cultivators or even Vagrant Immortals was, could it compare to the absolute difference in cultivation realms?

The middle aged man looked at the black clad youth, his voice calm, exuding an air if being majestic without needing to be angry.

"The Lower Realm... doesn’t only have supreme prodigies. But I suppose your Upper Realm geniuses are too accustomed to bullying the weak."

The black clad youth’s eyes narrowed.

"You’re merely a Flood Dragon."

The Guardian Deity’s expression did not change as he spoke coldly.

"Merely a Flood Dragon? Do you think you are worthy enough to be compared to the True Dragon cubs of my Dragon Race who can tear apart primordial ferocious beasts far stronger than you with their bare hands upon reaching adulthood?"

*Boom!*

A horrifying draconic might erupted, causing the entire sky to darken as a gigantic Flood Dragon phantom appeared behind him.

The Dharma Avatar’s body coiled around heaven and earth, stretching across hundreds of thousands, millions of miles long, its eyes containing endless majesty.

Rain began falling from the heavens, each drop of water powerful enough to pierce through the body and soul of an ordinary Perfect Half Immortal, killing them instantly, a supreme Sword Intent emanating from the water.

Some Upper Realm Half Immortals who couldn’t dodge in time had countless holes poked through their bodies in an instant, the rain falling far faster than the thought process of Half Immortals.

Yet, it only targeted the Upper Realm army, becoming gentle droplets of water as soon as it touched the Lower Realm cultivators, seemingly recognizing them by their karmic connections.

The black clad youth’s expression became serious.

He did not expect the Lower Realm to possess such an immensely powerful Vagrant Immortal, and a Flood Dragon most adept at controlling wind and waves at that.

His bloodline even contained a trace of True Dragon lineage from what he could infer in his aura, that terrifying primordial race standing at the apex of the 33 Heavens.

"Interesting."

Instead of backing away, the black clad youth slowly smiled.

"Then let me see how powerful the so-called Guardian Deity of the Lower Realm’s Dragon King Temple truly is."

*Boom!*

The next instant, the two figures disappeared almost simultaneously.

The heavens exploded, their collision causing an enormous spatial storm to erupt on the spot.

*Bang!*

The Guardian Deity’s fist collided with the black clad youth’s palm.

The void collapsed, both figures retreating at the same time.

Unexpected, they were both Physical Body Immortals, having attained immortality through Body Cultivation!

The surrounding battlefield was directly cleared of countless cultivators.

Lu Qingfeng and Yan Jingfei looked at each other and nodded before retreating explosively.

This level of battle was no longer something they could casually interfere with.

The Guardian Deity glanced at them, sending a voice transmission to all the Lower Realm cultivators on the battlefield.

"Go, leave these Immortal bastards to us old fellows."