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The Immortal Fist Technique rained down relentlessly, rendering every defensive move ineffective; it was as if the opponent could see through his weaknesses, with each punch landing exactly where he was most vulnerable, causing unbearable pain.

The onlookers didn’t realize the identities of the two fighters on the Heavenly Altar had subtly elevated, but they could all see that Zhu Yunwu was being beaten even more miserably now than before.

Zhu Yunwu diligently learned his master’s moves, feeling he had gained a lot; perhaps this was his master’s intention all along.

Seeing that his defenses were useless, Zhu Tian changed his tactic, adjusting his stance so that the blows would hurt him less.

What puzzled Zhu Tian the most was a feeling of familiarity with his opponent’s techniques, as if he had been beaten like this in the Ancient Times.

But upon careful recollection, he couldn’t match the feeling with any memory of an adversary.

Strange indeed.

The pain yanked him back from his reverie to face reality.

Continuing like this wouldn’t work; he had to put some distance between them and regroup.

He intentionally revealed a flaw, tempting Fairy Eternity to attack his weak point, and she took the bait. Zhu Tian seized the moment to leap to the right.

Fairy Eternity had anticipated this and leapt to the right as well, continuing her assault on Zhu Tian.

She had already figured out every move in Zhu Tian’s arsenal.

After trying eight or nine times, Zhu Tian finally flew up into the sky, gasping for air, distancing himself from Fairy Eternity and looking at her with an unexplainable fear.

This wasn’t the fear that had surfaced while being beaten; it was a terror from the Ancient Times, lingering deep within his heart.

Zhu Tian’s eyes were cold as he twisted his plump body, altering his footsteps as his four wings fluttered, resonating like musical instruments, creating an indescribable harmony. It was akin to hundreds of people playing different instruments, with different roles and rhythms, yet when played together, they were in perfect sync, as if that was how things were always meant to be…

This was his signature skill, of astonishing power, only barely within the reach of those at the Nascent Soul Stage.

A massive tidal wave rose above the Heavenly Altar, reminiscent of the world-ending flood from the Ancient Times, the waters imbued with a corrosive, destructive force. Even a single droplet would make skin sizzle and smoke, and being submerged by the floodwaters would certainly leave no remains.

"He summons a flood, what dance is Zhu Yunwu performing, does anyone know?"

"It seems to be the legendary Dance of the Immortal’s Demise, a unique dance of Venerate Zhu Tian, known only to him. That’s no ordinary flood—it’s an ancient deluge that once destroyed several stars!"

"It seems Venerate Zhu Tian holds this disciple in high regard."

"Young Sect Master Lu is no ordinary figure either, he has suppressed Zhu Yunwu from the beginning to the end, a rare talent of the Ancient Times indeed."

Hearing the discussions below, Lu Yang felt a bit nervous.

"This dance is called the Dance of the Immortal’s Demise, does it mean that a semi-immortal once died under this move?"

Fairy Eternity waved her hand dismissively, "It’s just the name that sounds intimidating; in reality, it’s not that impressive."

"The Yingtian Immortal once said during a lesson that, as a Transcendance Tribulation Stage or semi-immortal, regardless of the actual power of the move, the name must sound impressive to achieve a psychological advantage over the opponent."

"I don’t believe in that philosophy; a useful technique trumps everything else, as for the name, anything casual will do."

Lu Yang: "..."

The apocalyptic flood gathered and swirled in the air; the faster the flutter of the four wings, the greater the volume of the floodwaters produced.

In the end, the water amassed to such an extent that it blotted out the sky, thicker even than dark clouds.

If it were to pour down, it would surely submerge the entire Heavenly Altar. The flood covered such a vast area that not even those attempting to fly away could escape!

"Go!"

With a beat of his four wings, Zhu Tian let the apocalyptic floodwater fall, having lost its supporting force, crashing down onto the Heavenly Altar with a tremendous roar.

Fairy Eternity remained unfazed, pointing her index finger into the air, releasing a "pop" sound; instantly, all the moisture in the air disappeared as if an invisible hand rewound the flow upwards, erasing any trace of water above her head, including the apocalyptic flood.

"The Diving Spell."

"How is that possible!"

Zhu Tian’s eyes rounded in shock. Had his prized technique been countered just like that?

The Diving Spell?

This magic skill had long been lost to history, known only by Ancient Cultivators. Could his opponent truly hail from the Ancient Times?

"Not good!"

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Above the head of Fairy Eternity, there wasn’t just the world-ending great flood, but also Zhu Tian himself!

Zhu Tian felt the water in his body rapidly disappearing, shriveling up as if he were a corpse that had been dead for a year.

If he tried to force a move, his body would fall apart.

"La——When spring warms, awakening all beings——"

Zhu Tian sang aloud, the Song of Spring from the Four Seasons Ballad, where spring symbolizes revival, restoring vitality.

After his revival, it took only two hundred years to return to his peak condition, and the Song of Spring was credited for this feat.

"You do have a knack for singing," Fairy Eternity murmured. Zhu Tian often sang to liven up the atmosphere before commencing his sermons.

She rose in the air, riding the clouds and the mist, continuing to duel with Zhu Tian above the ground.

The Immortal Fist Technique was unpredictable and encompassed all things; Zhu Tian’s various attacks could be cleverly countered by Fairy Eternity.

The Immortal Fist Technique was derived from various herbal punches; herbs can be medicine or poison, and in Fairy Eternity’s hands, they could switch at will.

Not to mention that Zhu Tian had forgotten Fairy Eternity’s combat style, which wasn’t typical for her, even if he had not forgotten, he would still have been miserably defeated by Fairy Eternity in combat of equal rank during the Ancient Times.

"Enough!"

Zhu Tian could no longer control himself, a strand of Spiritual Sense returned to his body, and he bellowed, abruptly interrupting the fight.

The Nascent Soul Stage was too distant for him; he had long forgotten the abilities one could use at that stage and was unable to defeat Young Sect Master Lu.

Zhu Tian, colossal like a mountain, flapped his four wings, stirred up a hurricane, and flew to the Heavenly Altar; the hurricane blew people all around, with quite a few being swept away.

Ten Transcendance Tribulation Stage Demon Emperors followed closely behind, surrounding Lu Yang.

Zhu Tian revealed a cruel smile as he looked at Lu Yang as if he were a dead man:

"I, who reigned supreme in the Ancient Times, have never heard of any Heavenly Court. Youngster, you fabricate this nonexistent Heavenly Court, claiming to be Young Sect Master Lu and tarnishing the reputation of the Ancient Times, do you not see me, a Great Yu Cultivator, in your eyes?"

"I, considering the difficulty of your cultivation journey, did not wish to expose your identity, but you have repeatedly caused disturbances at the Demon Nation’s founding ceremonies, where exactly do you place the face of the Demon Race, the face of the Demon Territory!"

When Zhu Tian spoke these words, the crowd below exploded in uproar; no one expected Venerate Zhu Tian to reveal such a secret.

"There was no Heavenly Court in Ancient Times? So, the Heavenly Court Sect is fake?"

"Then exactly who is this Young Sect Master Lu..."

"How could it be possible, if the Heavenly Court Sect is fake, does that mean Heavenly Venerate Dou defeating the Great Yu Cultivator is also fake?"

"Why couldn’t it be possible, perhaps it was just a play staged by the Great Yu Cultivator themselves, to divert the attention of the masses!"

"What kind of person is Venerate Zhu Tian, he surely wouldn’t deceive people on this matter!"

Mu Baiyi and Shi Huagu exchanged glances, doubts rising in their hearts.

The Heavenly Court Sect is fake? How could that be? Then who was the person they had cooperated with, and what was their background?

But Venerate Zhu Tian’s words were there, and they couldn’t help but believe them.

"Could it be that we’ve been deceived?"

While everyone was discussing, a cold voice echoed throughout the Demon City.

The cold voice seemed to laugh, laughing at the ignorance of the world, laughing at Zhu Tian’s unawareness.

"Zhu Tian, just because you haven’t heard of it, does that mean the Heavenly Court doesn’t exist?"

"Who is speaking!"

Zhu Tian anxiously scanned the surroundings, releasing his Spiritual Sense to sweep the vicinity, that voice eerily familiar to him.

A figure in a black robe flew out, lightly landing on the Heavenly Altar, shielding Lu Yang behind them.

"Who are you!" Zhu Tian was on high alert, a bad premonition taking hold of him as he stared at the robed figure.

The person in the black robe lifted their hood to reveal a face of unparalleled beauty.

The person looked at Zhu Tian with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, their gaze filled with disdain and scorn.

"One of the Four Imperial Protectors of the Heavenly Court Sect, the Emperor of Nirvana from the South Pole, Jiang Lianyi."