Chapter 2145: Prince of Darkness Part 3

"PUKE!!!!????!!!!"

Pan Buzhuo vomited a mouthful of blood as a wave of agony wracked his entire being. His heart churned violently, an unsettling unease clawing at his mind as he felt his connection to the darkness being forcibly torn away. The backlash of losing control over his domain was so intense that his very soul seemed to ignite in searing pain.

"PUKE!!!!!!"

A second surge of blood erupted from his lips, his body convulsing as the raw torment surged through him.

"ARGHHH!!!!"

A guttural scream escaped him, his voice laced with disbelief and fury.

"Buzhuo!" Divine Regent Qi Heng's voice thundered across the battlefield, his normally composed face twisted in alarm. What is happening?!!!

"Crack...crack...crack..."

Pan Buzhuo's wide, bloodshot eyes bore witness to the horrifying sight before him. Fractures slithered across his Imperial Owl Butterfly Darkness Domain, the once-unstoppable force of his absolute darkness unraveling like a shattered illusion.

The very foundation of his power was crumbling.

Even though the beast that loomed over the battlefield was no longer under his direct control, it was still an embodiment of his full strength—a testament to his mastery over darkness. Yet now, its form was deteriorating against an unseen force, as though some higher law of existence had rejected its presence.

"BOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!"

A radiant explosion erupted from within the beast, tearing it apart into countless shards of blinding light. The suffocating abyss that had dominated the battlefield just moments ago was annihilated in an instant.

Light had devoured darkness.

The battlefield, once shrouded in bleak nothingness, was now illuminated in a celestial radiance that stretched high into the heavens. The choking, oppressive force that had suffocated the air vanished—replaced by something entirely different. Something undeniable. Something divine.

"UGH!!!!!"

Pan Buzhuo staggered midair, his once-pristine robes now soaked in crimson, his breath ragged and uneven. His very soul felt like it had been scraped raw, leaving him trembling with both pain and shock.

Murmurs and gasps erupted from the stands, Divine Regents and Elders exchanging looks of astonishment.

"This...!"

Qi Heng Divine Regent's narrowed gaze bore into the battlefield, but his focus was not on the explosion of light. No—his eyes were fixed on something—or someone—else.

As the last remnants of the shattered domain faded, Pan Buzhuo, still hovering in the air, found himself frozen in disbelief.

"Impossible...!" His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palm, his entire body trembling. His great darkness... had been utterly erased.

And then, from the receding shadows, two figures emerged—Sha Xing and Xian Yue, their forms bathed in divine light.

"Isn't that... a bit too easy?"

Both Sha Xing and Xian Yue shared a fleeting glance, their instincts tingling with doubt. The sheer ease with which they had shattered Pan Buzhuo's domain felt unnatural—as if he had left an opening for them. But whatever uncertainties they harbored, they pushed them aside.

When the beast descended toward them, the two Divine Sons wasted no time. Their Divine Arts and aura surged in unison, intertwining like celestial bodies caught in an eternal dance. Moon and Star Divine Domain materialized, a fusion of their supreme abilities.

Their combined might, even at the early stages of Level Four Divine Extinction Realm, was enough to contend with a peak Level Five. Against Pan Buzhuo—whose strength, at most, could only be considered early Level Five Divine Extinction—they had absolute confidence.

"Let's bring him down first."

The two exchanged a determined nod, their presence igniting like celestial flames as their merged aura exploded toward the sky. Brilliant light surged forth, shaping itself into a majestic spectacle—

A Purple Moon. Blinding Stars.

A celestial balance of two divine entities.

From his seat, Yun Che's gaze flickered slightly. "Purple Pylon Divine Domain?" he murmured under his breath. No... it's different.

His mind immediately recalled Xia Qingyue and the Purple Pylon Divine Domain she once unleashed. Back then, the domain bore only the Moon. But now—stars shone alongside it, complementing its power.

It was more than just the Purple Pylon Divine Domain.

It was something greater.

In the God Realm, the Moon God and Star God of the Divine Realm had long severed ties, their techniques remaining forever divided, never to be cultivated or combined. But in the Abyss, the Star and Moon Gods had never parted ways—their descendants had stayed side by side for generations. And so, naturally, their Divine Sons had fused their abilities to create something entirely new: the true might of the Moon and Star Divine Domain.

The celestial radiance they released was breathtaking, its sheer power sending ripples of energy across the battlefield. The Purple Moon and the Blinding Stars above radiated an oppressive force, their divine brilliance locking onto Pan Bezhuo like an inescapable fate.

Among the spectators seated in the Eternal Night area, Shen Wuyi's body trembled. A flicker of something—**a distant memory, a voice buried deep within her soul—**surfaced in her mind.

"With my current power, I can only maintain this divine domain for a hundred breaths... but that's enough… to bury you within this world forever!"

Accompanying the voice, a series of fragmented images flashed through her consciousness—blurry, indistinct, yet carrying a weight she could not comprehend.

"Wuyi?" A warm hand grasped her arm, pulling her back to reality.

She turned, startled, finding Auntie Yulan gazing at her with concern.

"I'm fine, Auntie Yulan," Shen Wuyi reassured her, quickly steadying herself.

Yet, even as she spoke, her gaze remained locked onto the Purple Moon hanging in the sky.

In the depths of the Moon and Star Divine Domain, Pan Buwang silently discarded the wisp of darkness profound energy in his hand, his gaze fixed upon the radiant moon above. His subtle action did not escape the keen eyes of Divine Regent Qi Heng, who abruptly rose from his seat, his sudden movement confusing the elders and spectators seated near him.

Up in the sky, Pan Buzhuo erupted in a frenzied roar, his rage fueling his profound energy as he summoned a colossal figure of darkness around himself. A Divine Shield—formed from pure condensed dark profound energy—manifested in his hands, pulsating ominously as he charged forward, intent on crushing Sha Xing and Xian Yue beneath his full power.

"You think this is enough to take me down?!!!"

His roar echoed across the battlefield, his descent like a falling black meteor, his shield gathering every last ounce of his strength.

From below, the two Divine Sons remained motionless, their expressions indifferent as a single sword of pure celestial brilliance appeared before them. The moment it took shape, the Purple Moon and countless Stars above shone even brighter, their power coalescing into the blade.

"Fool."

The voices of Sha Xing and Xian Yue rang out in unison, their calm tone cutting through the battlefield like an absolute decree.

They raised their hands, making a single, almost effortless slash with the celestial sword. The motion itself appeared light, almost mundane, yet the instant the divine radiance shot forth, the very fabric of the arena trembled.

"Divine Celestial Slash..."

The attack moved with surreal speed, streaking across the battlefield like a shooting star, piercing the void with an unfathomable sharpness.

For Pan Buzhuo, who was still in mid-air, descending with all his might, it was as if a blade sharper than anything he had ever encountered had suddenly materialized before him, cutting straight through space itself.

His instincts screamed.

His very soul trembled.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Pan Buzhuo roared as he desperately reinforced his Divine Shield, pouring every ounce of his profound energy into it.

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!

The Divine Celestial Slash collided against the massive dark shield—and in an instant, cracks exploded across its entire surface like fragile glass shattering under overwhelming pressure.

"Crack… crack…" The sound of fracturing energy filled the battlefield—mirroring the shattering of Pan Buzhuo's confidence.

Then—

"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!"

A deafening explosion erupted as the Divine Celestial Slash tore through the final remnants of Buzhuo's Dark Divine Shield.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

A roar of pure agony ripped from Pan Buzhuo's throat. His right arm—the very limb that had conjured his strongest defense—was severed cleanly at the shoulder, severed by the overwhelming divine light. Blood sprayed in arcs across the sky, painting the air crimson as his body was sent flying like a broken doll.

His trajectory pierced through the battlefield, his powerless form smashing beyond the combat arena and into the spectator stands with a thunderous impact.

"BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!"

A deep crater split through the reinforced stone, cracks webbing out beneath his limp body. Buzhuo lay almost motionless, his chest rising and falling weakly, his face pale as blood pooled around him, barely clinging to consciousness.

Then, from the void, the calm yet absolute voice of Carefree rang out.

"Divine Son Pan Buzhuo has left the combat area. He is disqualified."

Silence.

For a moment, the entire arena fell into a stunned hush.

Then—

"Hahahahaha!!! That's the might of our Kingdom!!!!"

The booming laughter of the Star Divine Regent and Moon Divine Regent filled the arena, their pride undeniable as they watched their Divine Sons stand victorious beneath the celestial glow of their domain.

Meng Jianxi, seated among the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom's delegation, murmured in awe, "To think their combined might actually reached such a level..."

All around, murmurs rippled through the gathered Divine Regents, Elders, and spectators, each processing the shocking display of power they had just witnessed.

Some watched in admiration—some in envy—and others in fear.

"Divine Son Buzhuo!!!"

A flurry of figures rushed forward as the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom's elders immediately surrounded Pan Buzhuo, who lay barely conscious and bleeding. Several hands moved swiftly, pouring divine energy into his body while others forced a potent Divine Pill between his lips, stabilizing his injuries.

The hand he lost—though a grievous wound—was not permanent. Given enough time and resources, it would regrow. But the humiliation of today's defeat? That wound would not heal so easily.

"Are you happy now, Buwang?!!!!"

A furious elder's voice roared across the battlefield, his gaze burning with frustration as he glared at the lone figure still standing within the arena—Pan Buwang.

Murmurs of resentment and disbelief spread through the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom's delegation.

If Pan Buwang had fought, they might have turned the tide. If he had combined his efforts with Pan Buzhuo, they could have overpowered the Star and Moon Divine Sons. Instead, he had simply stood there, motionless, watching as his own Kingdom's honor crumbled.

Even though fourth and fifth place had no major difference in terms of benefits, the prestige of their Kingdom was at stake. And now, with Pan Buzhuo's disqualification, all eyes were on Pan Buwang—the only remaining fighter.

The entire Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom delegation seethed, waiting for a response, for some kind of justification.

Yet—

Pan Buwang did not react.

He remained still, his expression unreadable as he looked toward Pan Buzhuo, whose barely-conscious form rested in the arms of his elders.

His gaze lingered, calm yet piercing.

Was it pity?

Was it mockery?

Or was it something else entirely?

No one could tell.

"Buwang, show me that again!"

A voice suddenly rang out from the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom's seating area.

Everyone turned in shock, their gazes snapping toward the speaker—Divine Regent Qi Heng.

His voice trembled, but not with rage.

It was something else. Something far more unsettling.

Pan Buwang finally moved.

He turned his head slightly, his calm, expressionless gaze falling upon Divine Regent Qi Heng, who had suddenly called out to him.

"Show me your profound energy again!" Divine Regent roar again!

For as long as anyone could remember, Qi Heng's mastery over darkness was unrivaled in the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom. His compatibility with Darkness Profound Energy was so supreme that if he claimed to be second, there would be no first.

And yet, at this very moment—

His soul shuddered.

His piercing eyes were locked not on Pan Buzhuo, his own Divine Son, who lay barely breathing in the arms of his elders—

But on Pan Buwang.

The one who had done nothing.

"Show me that again!!!"

Qi Heng's roar sent a shockwave of silence across the entire arena.

The other Divine Regents, the High Priests, even the Abyssal Monarch himself, all turned their gazes toward Pan Buwang.

What had the Divine Regent seen?

What had shaken the legendary master of darkness to his very core?

The entire Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom was frozen in confusion. Their strongest True God had not even spared Bezhuo a glance, and instead, he was demanding something from the one they had called useless.

Pan Buwang, still expressionless, slowly raised his hand.

Then—

The faintest trace of darkness flickered between his fingertips.

It was small. Almost imperceptible.

Yet Qi Heng's pupils constricted as if he had just seen the abyss itself open before him.

"Brother Sha Xing, Brother Xian Yue, please forgive me for my actions today. I am fighting for Owl Butterfly's honor, so I ask for your understanding," Pan Buwang called out sincerely, his voice steady and resolute.

"??????"

Everyone was stunned by his words.

"You... think... you can... fight them?!"

A weak, hoarse voice roared from the sidelines—Pan Buzhuo.

Pain and hatred burned in his eyes as he glared at the two Divine Sons who had defeated him so utterly. Even if he hadn't been weakened by the backlash from his domain breaking, he knew deep down that he still wouldn't have been able to take on their last attack. That divine strike had shattered his strongest defense, and he was sure that if they had gone all out, it wouldn't have been just his arm he lost.

And yet now, Pan Buwang was stepping forward as if he could fight them? Who the hell did he think he was?!

His Divine Essence was eight level, a full level below Bezhuo's nine level Divine Essence. On top of that, everyone could clearly see that Pan Buwang had only recently stepped into level four Divine Extinction!

Was he delusional?!

Ignoring Buzhuo's venomous glare, Pan Buwang calmly extended his hand.

From his palm, darkness bloomed.

A small wisp at first, it expanded—thick, deep, and endless—as it twisted and condensed into a sword of pure, boundless darkness.

With a smooth, deliberate motion, he pointed it toward the two Divine Sons standing across from him.

Soon, the Gods, the High Priests, and even the Abyssal Monarch rose from their seats, their gazes locked onto the darkness surrounding Pan Buwang's hand.

Unlike the usual oppressive and devouring nature of darkness profound energy, this darkness was... gentle. It coiled around him like a living entity, fluid and obedient, lacking the usual destructive force that all darkness wielders carried.

This was not normal.

"Impossible..."

Murmurs rippled through the Divine Regents and High Priests as they began to realize what Divine Regent Qi Heng had recognized the moment he saw it. The control Pan Buwang displayed over his darkness was not just precise—it was beyond anything they had ever seen.

Even Qi Heng, the foremost master of darkness profound energy in the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom, could not wield it in such a way.

From the Monarch's seat, Abyssal Monarch Mo Su narrowed his eyes, his voice low yet carrying enough weight to shake the hearts of those who heard him.

"This level of compatibility with darkness… it's the same as the True Devils from the Gods and Devils Era…"

Silence.

And then—gasps filled the air.

The Gods, the Divine Regents, and even the High Priests sucked in a sharp breath at his words.

"What are you waiting for?! Attack him now!!!" The Star and Moon Divine Regents roared in unison, their voices shaking the arena.

Without hesitation, Sha Xing and Xian Yue sprang into action, unleashing the same technique that had obliterated Pan Buzhuo moments ago. However, this time, their combined power surged to an entirely new level, as if their desperation had ignited their full potential.

Above them, the Moon and Stars burned brighter than ever, their brilliance flooding the battlefield with divine radiance.

"Divine Celestial Slash!!!!"

The two Divine Sons roared, their swords moving in perfect harmony as they cleaved through space itself. A colossal wave of celestial energy, searing and boundless, pierced the void, roaring toward Pan Buwang with a force that seemed unstoppable.

Yet, Pan Buwang remained unshaken.

His gaze locked onto the incoming attack, and with a steady voice, he declared his response.

"Eternal Darkness Immortal Slaying Sword."

With a single, decisive swing, his blade of pure darkness cut through the void, carving a path of absolute resistance. Unlike ordinary darkness profound energy, which consumed and devoured all before it, his darkness stood firm, neither erasing nor submitting to the incoming attack.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!"

The two forces collided head-on, igniting a titanic explosion that sent shockwaves reverberating through the entire arena. The ground split apart, barriers trembled, and the very sky seemed to distort under the sheer intensity of their clash.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Sha Xing and Xian Yue howled, pouring every ounce of their strength into their Divine Celestial Slash.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Pan Buwang's roar met theirs, his darkness holding firm against their combined might.

Neither side gave an inch.

The battlefield quaked, the heavens themselves shuddered, and the eyes of every spectator widened in disbelief.

The two sides seemed evenly matched, their battle pushing both the Star and Moon Divine Regents and Divine Regent Qi Heng to grip their seats in tension.

"BOOOOOMMM!!!"

Suddenly, Pan Buwang's aura erupted, a terrifying madness flashing in his eyes as his power surged to a new height. The sword of darkness he wielded exploded outward, but instead of colliding directly with the Celestial Divine Slash, his energy split into two, piercing through the void and curving toward Sha Xing and Xian Yue like twin serpents of death!

At the same time, with nothing left obstructing it, the Celestial Divine Slash tore through the space before Pan Buwang, its radiant force rushing toward him at terrifying speed!

There was no escape.

"BOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!"

"BOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!"

"BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!"

Three earth-shattering impacts echoed through the battlefield.