Might of the White-Robed Immortal King

Might of the White-Robed Immortal King . . .

"Bai Wuya." High in the heavens, the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor's voice sliced through the tension like a blade. His eyes gleamed with a chilling resolve. "My Eastern Sage Immortal Sect has never wronged you, and yet you've chosen to align yourself with the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect."

Bai Wuya inclined his head, his gaze locked onto the projection of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor. His voice remained devoid of emotion as he responded, "Senior Eastern Sage, your decision to wage war in this particle world has brought immense suffering to its people. You, who have reached the pinnacle of the immortal realms, are ruthlessly committing heinous acts, staining your hands with the blood of the innocent. Such conduct is truly disheartening."

The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor retorted, his tone laced with coldness. "You concern yourself with the lives of mortals? Bai Wuya, now an immortal king, surely you understand the weight of the sins incurred by your own hand."

Calmly, Bai Wuya countered, "Throughout my life, I have only ended the lives of those who deserved it." His convictions were unwavering. Bai Wuya didn't discriminate based on one's status; if someone deserved retribution, he would deliver it.

"Hmph." The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor sneered, his icy demeanor unwavering. He shifted his attention to the black-robed figure standing beside Bai Wuya. "Saberlord of Death, do you intend to oppose me as well?"

The black-robed man, known as the Saberlord of Death, was none other than Mu Yan's master and the individual who had aided Qin Wentian years ago. Like Bai Wuya, he hailed from the Heavenly Talisman Realm. In terms of seniority, the Saberlord was Qin Wentian's elder. However, in the public eye, they maintained their facade within the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect. To outsiders, they all appeared as members of this sect.

The Saberlord of Death remained silent, his position already a clear declaration of his allegiance. There was no need for unnecessary words.

"Deepflame, your judgment is flawed, and your strength is mediocre at best. Do you recall your desire to face me in battle back then?" The White-Robed Immortal King Bai Wuya turned his attention to the towering figure of the Deepflame Immortal King, his intent to engage in combat unmistakable.

"I've longed to witness your true strength," the Deepflame Immortal King thundered, his battle intent surging, capable of shattering the heavens.

"Deal with the others; leave these two to me," Bai Wuya instructed the black-robed Saberlord of Death.

The Saberlord of Death nodded, his response curt. "Understood."

The Saberlord of Death, renowned in his own right, understood Bai Wuya's extraordinary power. He had the strength to face both the Deepflame Immortal King and the Scarce Moon Immortal King simultaneously. Bai Wuya had earned his reputation as one of the most outstanding immortal kings in the Heavenly Talisman Realm.

"Arrogant," thundered the Deepflame Immortal King, his voice resonating across heaven and earth. Bai Wuya's words appeared to mock their might. He believed he could confront both of them single-handedly? These two immortal kings were celebrated figures within the Eastern Sage Thirteen Prefectures. The Scarce Moon Immortal King was the master of the Scarce Moon Immortal Manor, while the Deepflame Immortal King held the esteemed position of war general under the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor's command. When Bai Wuya had just begun his journey, these two were already towering figures. Yet now, Bai Wuya dared to display such arrogance in their presence.

With a swift flicker, Bai Wuya vanished, reappearing as a radiant figure in the air. The White-Robed Immortal King projected an ethereal aura, maintaining his size as he charged forward to confront the Deepflame Immortal King.

Beside the towering Deepflame Immortal King, Bai Wuya appeared minuscule. The Deepflame Immortal King's eyes burned with the fiery light of hell, his palm descending to engulf a significant expanse of space, imbuing it with his domain and showering it with fireballs. Sinister demon-like cries accompanied the fiery onslaught, obliterating everything in their path.

Qin Wentian felt a knot of anxiety forming as he witnessed the overwhelming might of the Deepflame Immortal King's attacks. The sheer destructive power was evident, yet Bai Wuya chose to meet it head-on, bearing the full brunt of the assault.

In an instant, an intense beam of light cut through the hellish domain, forming a path. Bai Wuya stood upon this ancient path, his steps graceful as he advanced further toward the Deepflame Immortal King.

The Deepflame Immortal King thrust out his other palm in retaliation, but Bai Wuya agilely diverted along another branch of the ancient path, eluding the attack with lightning speed. His movements resembled a formidable lightning bolt, a display of unparalleled agility and finesse.

Qin Wentian's keen eye caught the essence of Bai Wuya's breathtaking agility—a movement technique of immortal rank.

In this heated clash, Bai Wuya had brilliantly exposed the limitations of the Deepflame Immortal King's colossal form. While the Deepflame Immortal King possessed considerable speed despite his size, his agility lagged far behind Bai Wuya in his natural form. Bai Wuya effortlessly evaded Deepflame's strikes and, to the Deepflame Immortal King's surprise, even countered with precision strikes. Deepflame found himself immobilized and outmatched.

The hellish figure looming behind the Deepflame Immortal King joined the battle, launching devastating attacks in tandem with him. However, Bai Wuya's blinding speed rendered their efforts futile. His movement technique carried traces of profound dao, allowing him to swiftly close the distance between them.

With a resounding boom, the Deepflame Immortal King abruptly reverted to his original size. His vast body proved a double-edged sword, now making him an easy target for Bai Wuya's unforgiving assault.

Upon returning to his true form, the Deepflame Immortal King unleashed a surge of boundless destructive energy, enveloping everything within his domain. Yet Bai Wuya moved through this fiery maelstrom like a phantom, creating radiant pathways within the hellish domain. He navigated effortlessly through the flames, emerging unscathed.

A thunderous rumble echoed as supreme power emanated from Bai Wuya. In the moment the Deepflame Immortal King reverted to his original size, Bai Wuya too underwent a dramatic transformation. His robes, composed of unique materials, expanded and contracted in harmony with his body. Draped in long, billowing white robes, Bai Wuya exuded the aura of a supreme immortal king—commanding, imposing, and tinged with an air of dominance.

His eyes radiated a dazzling light, and a boundless runic glow enveloped him. With a mere blink, Bai Wuya's eye technique exposed the Deepflame Immortal King's inner workings. Energy currents, blood flow, and runic inscriptions etched into his bones became visible.

In this moment, the Deepflame Immortal King experienced a profound and unsettling sensation. It was as if Bai Wuya could peer into his very essence, leaving no room for concealment. Under the intensity of Bai Wuya's gaze, an indomitable and invisible pressure bore down upon him, threatening to extinguish his life.

With a deafening BOOM, the White-Robed Immortal King materialized behind Bai Wuya, his own pair of eyes manifesting—a unique law under his dominion.

"DIE!" Bai Wuya's voice reverberated through the battleground. An immortal illusionary bridge formed, connecting Bai Wuya and the Deepflame Immortal King. A profusion of runic law energy cascaded from it, infiltrating the very core of the Deepflame Immortal King's body through Bai Wuya's formidable eyes. In moments, the Deepflame Immortal King felt his insides quiver as his own body turned against him.

Enraged, he unleashed a thunderous roar and launched a furious palm strike in an attempt to obliterate Bai Wuya.

RUMBLE! The heavenly eyes adorning Bai Wuya possessed a transcendental insight that seemed capable of rending existence itself. He raised his palm and extended a finger, releasing a beam of law energy that collided with the Deepflame Immortal King's attack, neutralizing the destructive force.

A sharp, crisp sound cut through the air as the Deepflame Immortal King emitted a pained groan, his body convulsing violently. Their battle instantly drew the rapt attention of every spectator in the particle world. A collective sigh of awe escaped their lips as they watched the white-robed figure dominate the mighty Deepflame Immortal King with unwavering strength.

However, at this critical juncture, a crescent moon's shadow loomed over Bai Wuya, blanketing him in a chilling aura. The Scarce Moon Immortal King had entered the fray. At this point, pride took a back seat to necessity as he and the Deepflame Immortal King banded together to confront Bai Wuya, the young immortal king.

"Scarce Moon, is this the extent of your power?" Bai Wuya turned to the Scarce Moon Immortal King, his heavenly eyes casting an impenetrable aura. Unaffected by the chilling energy, he effortlessly stepped out of the freezing cone, visibly frustrating the Scarce Moon Immortal King.

The Deepflame Immortal King, still reeling from the onslaught, retreated, only to find Bai Wuya relentlessly pursuing him. Bai Wuya's astounding movement technique was on display once more as he closed the distance.

The Deepflame Immortal King quaked with intensity, his fists thrashing wildly in a desperate attempt to vanquish Bai Wuya. The sheer force he unleashed threatened to engulf the entire sky in an abyssal maelstrom.

"Open!" Bai Wuya's heavenly eyes emitted an incandescent glow, constituting a law unto themselves. His gaze had the power to sunder even the heavens and earth. Shattering through the hellish domain, an immortal path materialized as Bai Wuya advanced, cornering the Deepflame Immortal King. The war general under the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor appeared utterly overwhelmed, as Bai Wuya demonstrated his unassailable dominance.

"The juniors have outshone the seniors," the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord remarked with a heavy sigh. Bai Wuya's extraordinary display of power had left him astounded. In contrast to Deepflame and Scarce Moon, Bai Wuya belonged to the younger generation. When Deepflame and Scarce Moon were making their names known, Bai Wuya might still have been in his infancy. Yet, on this day, Bai Wuya effortlessly subdued the two veterans.

No matter the era of cultivation, an individual blessed with exceptional talent and the fortune to survive was destined to surpass those who came before.

The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor couldn't conceal his displeasure. Bai Wuya's reputation had always preceded him, but witnessing his might in person revealed the true extent of his prowess, far surpassing his reputation.

A relentless force ravaged the Deepflame Immortal King's internal being, causing his own strength to spiral out of control.

"FINISH HIM!" A chilling command pierced the air. Bai Wuya's eyes gleamed with an incandescent brilliance, and with a resounding snap, the Deepflame Immortal King coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face drained of color, a sinister look contorting his expression.

BOOM! Bai Wuya advanced another step, allowing the Deepflame Immortal King no opportunity to counter. The war general's roar resonated, his face now an ashen mask, his malevolence exposed for all to see.