Ironwood Sect's defeat (Part 2)

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the dying echoes of battle.

For a brief moment, silence reigned.

Then—the final clash erupted.

Qin Shan, the Iron Titan.

Deng Kai, the Phantom Fang.

The last two pillars of the Ironwood Sect stood firm, their gazes locked onto their foes.

Tie Shan, the Iron Tyrant.

Jiang Feng, the Phantom Sword.

And standing behind them, watching with a knowing smirk—Yan Ruyue, the Crimson Enchantress.

BOOM!

Tie Shan and Qin Shan collided like two mountains.

Their first exchange sent a shockwave through the battlefield, corpses and debris scattering in its wake.

With his Ironwood Titan Body, Qin Shan was a living fortress—every punch crashing down like a falling boulder.

But Tie Shan was just as monstrous.

His Iron Tyrant Body was built for pure destruction. He didn't block. He didn't dodge. He took the blows head-on—and swung back even harder.

CRACK!

Their fists met—and the ground beneath them split apart.

Neither flinched. Neither backed down.

Tie Shan grinned. "You've got strength, old man."

Qin Shan exhaled slowly. "So do you."

Then—they attacked at the same time.

Jiang Feng and Deng Kai circled each other like two shadows, their weapons gleaming under the dying light.

Deng Kai struck first.

His Phantom Fang Thrust was nearly invisible, his rapier piercing the air with deadly precision.

Jiang Feng sidestepped, his body flickering like an afterimage.

SHING!

His Silent Death Slash came from behind—but Deng Kai vanished before it could land.

A chuckle.

Jiang Feng's eyes narrowed.

Deng Kai reappeared five meters away, smirking. "You think I'd fall for my own tricks?"

Jiang Feng smirked. "Then let's see who the real phantom is."

The next moment, they both vanished.

Only the sound of clashing steel and fleeting shadows remained.

BOOM!

Tie Shan and Qin Shan's brutal exchange continued, their bodies battered and bloodied.

Neither used weapons. Neither relied on fancy techniques.

It was pure, unrelenting force.

A battle of monsters.

Tie Shan barely dodged a powerful Iron Mountain Smash, the impact cratering the earth beneath him.

He countered with a devastating Titan's Fist—but Qin Shan caught it head-on.

The two locked arms, veins bulging, muscles straining—until Tie Shan grinned.

CRACK!

His knee shot up—smashing into Qin Shan's ribs with crushing force.

For the first time, Qin Shan's body buckled.

Tie Shan didn't stop.

He swung again. And again. Each strike more vicious than the last.

BAM!

A brutal uppercut snapped Qin Shan's head back.

His vision blurred.

His breath was ragged.

He had lost.

Tie Shan raised his fist for the final blow.

Qin Shan exhaled. He smiled.

Then—he let go.

BOOM!

Tie Shan's final punch caved in Qin Shan's chest.

The Iron Titan fell.

Dead.

Jiang Feng and Deng Kai's duel raged on, their movements too fast for the ordinary eye to follow.

A dozen shadows flickered—each one a feint, a deception.

Deng Kai's Reversal Fang nearly found Jiang Feng's heart—but the latter twisted just in time, the blade grazing past his ribs.

Jiang Feng retaliated.

His Phantom Step blurred his form—and in that instant, he appeared behind Deng Kai.

His sword slashed—aiming to cut Deng Kai in half.

But then—

Deng Kai disappeared.

Jiang Feng's brows furrowed. "What?"

Then—he felt it.

A faint sting at the back of his neck.

His eyes widened.

Deng Kai's voice whispered. "Got you."

Jiang Feng's pupils shrank. He had been baited—played like a fool in his own game of shadows.

But just as Deng Kai's rapier was about to pierce his throat—

SHING!

A crimson light flashed.

Blood sprayed into the air.

Jiang Feng turned.

And there stood Yan Ruyue—her Crimson Veil Fan slicing through the air.

Her Infernal Kiss had landed directly on Deng Kai's exposed back.

Deng Kai gasped. His body convulsed.

Yan Ruyue smirked. "You got distracted."

She flicked her fan—and Deng Kai's body was engulfed in flames.

His screams echoed briefly—before they stopped.

His charred corpse collapsed to the ground.

The Phantom Fang was dead.

Jiang Feng exhaled, sheathing his sword. "I had him."

Yan Ruyue giggled. "Mm. Of course you did."

The last cultivators of the Ironwood Sect lay dead.

The battlefield was littered with corpses. The ground was painted red.

It was over.

Tie Shan spat on Qin Shan's corpse. "Stubborn bastard."

Jiang Feng sighed. "That was annoying."

Yan Ruyue stretched lazily. "Well, that was fun."

Ling Hua, standing in the distance, merely cleaned her blade.

The Void Immortal Sect had won.

In the distance, unseen by all—

A lone figure stood in the shadows.

Wu Zhen of the Blackwood Sect watched, his expression unreadable.

Then, ever so faintly, he smiled.

"Interesting."

Then, like a shadow in the wind—he was gone.