Chapter 1613: 1v3! All Living Flow Martial Path!

Chapter 1613: 1v3! The Path of the People's Martial Way!

The Master of Feeding Spirits prepared to strike against them.

He folded his hands together, and between them, a sphere of divine power swiftly coalesced.

The force radiating from this sphere was nothing short of equivalent to the combined might of a thousand divine powers drawn from the bodies of the Supreme Beings.

Its power far surpassed the limits of the Near Supreme Will Realm!

Though it did not reach the level of the Near Supreme Will, it still sent chills down the spines of beings like the Stream Marsh God Sovereign.

"Go!"

The Master of Feeding Spirits smiled faintly, then hurled the glowing sphere directly toward a Fourth-Rank Supreme Being standing not far from the Stream Marsh God Sovereign.

The sphere moved with blinding speed.

Before the Fourth-Rank Supreme Being could even react, his head was gone.

"Fire Phantasm!"

The Supreme God of Ryūzōa roared in fury.

Yet this was not the end.

The sphere of divine power, having pierced the head of the Supreme God of Fire Phantasm, continued on with unyielding force, charging toward the second Supreme God of the Fourth Rank.

The Fourth-Rank Supreme God's eyes narrowed—immediately transforming into a streak of black light, fleeing in panic.

But the speed of the divine sphere was too great.

Even as he attempted to escape, his head was pierced once more.

Another god of the Ryūzōa host falls!

"I'm going to fight you to the end!"

Witnessing two comrades fall before his very eyes—successively—his heart shattered with rage.

Three Fourth-Rank Supreme Deities, stirred by fear into fury, decided that if death was their fate, they would unleash their entire courage—vanishing in a single instant, aiming to strike the Master of the Feeding Spirit together.

"Not beyond your measure," the Master of the Feeding Spirit murmured, a faint, mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips. He paid no heed to the sudden assault, nor did he shift his position.

And there—right before their eyes—the sphere of divine power vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

It reappeared three times in the real world, each time dragging behind a corpse.

Indeed, the corpses were those of the three Supreme Deities from the Flowing Mire God Clan who had vanished in a blink of an eye, attempting to ambush the Master of the Feeding Spirit.

All the gods, witnessing this, froze in terror.

Was this the essence of supreme will?

Could one mere gesture—arbitrary, unchallenged—erase their will to resist, leaving them powerless, helpless, watching as death descended upon them without a single chance to fight?

What a desolate notion.

"Such a dull idea," murmured the Master of the Consuming Spirits, even as he yawned.

The divine sphere he had summoned was merely a tactic employed by him during his state of Supreme Divinity—used to dispatch mere foot soldiers. Even this technique, at the level of Supreme Divinity, had left the Masters of Flowing Mire utterly helpless when deployed. How much more so when facing techniques of Unfathomable Will, or even his conceptual divine abilities?

Meanwhile,

the Supreme Divinities flanking the Master of Flowing Mire were each employing their own strategies. Some sought to advance directly toward the Master of the Consuming Spirits, aiming to strike him down; others deployed various rule-based techniques, attempting to shatter the divine sphere; still others utilized control-based techniques, hoping to influence the Master of the Consuming Spirits’ manipulation of the sphere, thereby securing even a fleeting moment of respite...

But all failed!

Those who sought to attack the Master of the Consuming Spirits had not even reached him—killed instantly by the sphere, their lives lost in vain. Those attempting to shatter the sphere found it impossibly resilient, its strength beyond their comprehension; their rule-based techniques struck it with no effect whatsoever. As for the Supreme Divinities attempting control-based techniques—such a notion was nothing but a delusion born of desperation. How could a Supreme Divine ever possibly control a being of Unfathomable Will? It was merely wasted effort.

Thus, the Lord of Liu Zhaog, his eyes blazing crimson, watched helplessly as one by one, his comrades fell before him!

It was neither by design nor by accident that the divine sphere, having slain the vast majority of the Supreme Deities, left the Lord of Liu Zhaog until last.

Seeing this, how could he not divine the intent behind it?

It was a deliberate strategy—to force him to face the harsh truth and drown in despair.

The Lord of Spirit-Eating smirked at the sight.

"Hah."

"Only a few Supreme Deities, plus one being of near-omnipotent will, and they managed to stall us for so long?"

"Let him finally understand what a chasm of power truly means!"

"Earlier, we were merely sharpening our young disciples on your weaklings."

With that, he spoke no more.

The Master of the Feeding Spirits had no longer any playful intent.

After all, they still had to face the Will of Cycles.

"Go!"

With a single thought, the sphere of divine power surged toward the Lord of the Flowing Mire.

Though knowing full well he could not withstand the assault, the Lord of the Flowing Mire still chose to unleash the full weight of his power, preparing for a desperate defense.

He swung a fist at the divine sphere, then his face paled.

Missed!

Hiss—

The sphere silently materialized behind him, then shot forward with blinding speed, aimed straight for his head.

The Lord of the Flowing Mire exuded calm resolve, deciding to meet death with noble courage.

At the very moment when fate hung in the balance!

A figure suddenly materialized between the sphere of light and the Lord of the Flowing Mire.

He extended his right hand, and in an instant seized the power sphere. With a single pull, the luminous orb—congealing the might of countless supreme deities—shattered into fragments.

The Master of Spirit Consumption, along with two other beings of the Supreme Will, narrowed their eyes at the sudden appearance of Zhou Zhan.

The Lord of the Flowing Mire also stared in astonishment.

Turning his gaze, he recognized the newcomer and immediately exclaimed, "Great Lord of the People's Realm!"

The name "Great Lord of the People's Realm" resonated even among the undead of the Yellow River Domain, like thunder rolling through the void.

Zhou Zhan said nothing, merely frowning slightly at the surroundings and at the ruins beneath—once the capital of the Flowing Mire.

"It was too late."

He murmured to himself, his brow furrowed.

This was beyond remedy.

The place where He had previously been lay far beyond the Black State Swamps; arriving here at this moment was the result of a full-speed advance.

"Destroying the divine essence..."

"It isn't impossible to revive."

Zhou Zhan thought within himself.

If the divine essence was obliterated, the only way to resurrect it was to reverse time!

And fortunately, among the many Supreme Gods under His command, there was one who had reached the realm of nearly absolute will—someone who mastered the art of time.

With the Power of the Ten Thousand Methods and the Celestial Palm, Zhou Zhan could borrow its capabilities and surely resurrect these undead.

But why, exactly, did He need to bring them back to life?

Naturally, He had already sensed the events that had just transpired here.

These great sinners, though they had committed many wrongs in their mortal lives, were no longer bound by such judgments once they had fallen into the realm of the undead. After all, even the most wicked criminals eventually find their day of release.

Moreover, these beings had dared to resist the race of delusions until they perished—worthy of reward, then, by the principle that those who serve deserve recompense. Thus, His resurrection was, in essence, a reward bestowed upon this fallen Supreme Deity.

These thoughts flickered briefly in Zhou Zhan’s mind.

He ignored the fervent, worshipful gaze of his swamp god master, lifting his eyes instead to the Sovereign of the Feeding Spirits and the other two Unconquerable Willful Masters of the Delusion Race.

A faint smile curled at the corner of His lips.

"Found you at last," He said.

"Are you the Sovereign of the People?"

The Masters of the Feeding Spirits, the transcendent will beings, fixed their gaze upon Zhou Zhan, asking him with quiet intensity.

Though they spoke, their tone carried an unshakable certainty.

Clearly, they had already confirmed his identity.

Zhou Zhan smiled faintly, said nothing, and with a simple gesture, released a host of cosmic warships. From within them, vast legions of the Sunlight Nation poured forth, facing off against the armies of the Delusional Clan led by the transcendent will beings, including the Masters of the Feeding Spirits.

"We are speaking to you!"

"Are you the Emperor of the People?"

"Insolent youth!"

"Even if we are enemies, respect for the powerful is a fundamental principle!"

Faced with Zhou Zhan's silence, the transcendent will beings—especially the Master of the Feeding Spirits—darkened in expression, coldly demanding,

"I generally don't care to speak with dying gods."

Zhou Zhan spoke softly.

"Arrogance!"

Upon hearing this, the Three Masters of Food Spirit and the other three beings of Supreme Will immediately narrowed their eyes, glaring at Zhou Zhan with murderous intensity.

They were three Supreme Will-tier masters—no matter how many Imperial Warriors arrived, they would still dominate and force retreat when facing them together. Yet here stood Zhou Zhan, some foolish brat who had no notion of the vastness of the heavens or the depth of the earth.

And behind him, the Lord of Flowing Mire, his eyes wide open, staring at Zhou Zhan with astonishment and deep reverence.

He hadn't expected it at all.

Facing three Supreme Will-tier masters, the young Lord of the Highest God, merely a Third-Rank Supreme God, remained so calm, so composed, even daring to claim that these three were already dead!

Mad!

Absolutely mad!

Unbelievably mad!!!

But this madness—how truly it delights and even worships Him!

He! The Lord of Mire, Sovereign of the Swamp!

He believes himself already a god of unparalleled arrogance!

Even before the mightiest of the Supreme Will, He refuses to bend, and in the most perilous moments, dares to lead his brothers in a charge against such beings!

Such a deed would be hailed as heroism by any deity!

Yet, before the boundless arrogance of the Emperor of the People, even His own madness seems still insufficient.

"Not worthy of the final chosen among the Supreme Lords' apprentices—what a prodigy!"

The Lord of Mire thought.

Then, curiosity stirred within Him.

If the Emperor of the People is so mad, does He possess the very foundation of such madness?

Zhou Zhan seemed to have heard the thoughts swirling within the mind of the Stream Mire God Sovereign, and swiftly offered him an answer.

Facing the furious stares of the three Supreme Will Beings—the Food Spirit Sovereigns—Zhou Zhan remained utterly calm.

They were right. Even if the Martial Emperor stood before them, he would have no choice but to retreat.

But...

He was no longer the Zhou Zhan who had faced the Martial Emperor before.

Now, he was stronger than ever—far beyond what he had been at that time!

"Attack!"

The Food Spirit Sovereigns exchanged glances, then, surprisingly, chose to strike together, targeting Zhou Zhan, the Third-Rank Supreme God.

This scene even stunned the Stream Mire God Sovereign, who widened his eyes in astonishment.

Good heavens!

Three supreme beings of the Unconquerable Will Realm confronting a single Three-Rank Supreme God???

Do you have any face at all???

Yet Zhou Zhan remained utterly calm.

He gently clenched his fist, and with a single thought, activated the "King" — instantly elevating his cultivation to near-perfect alignment with the lower tier of the Unconquerable Will Realm.

Then, with a mere mental gesture, seven Will Sacred Weapons bound themselves to his form.

Among them, the two most prominent were the Upper-tier Will Sacred Weapon — Huangqu Stone Slab — and the Lower-tier Will Sacred Weapon — Xuanyuan Divine Sword!

The Huangqu Stone Slab radiated a thick, dim yellow glow, and immense torrents of Huangqu Power surged forth from within, flooding into Zhou Zhan’s divine body, instantly elevating his strength to that of a lower-tier Unconquerable Will Realm master.

"The total amount of Huangqu Power is limited."

"Every drop counts."

So thought Zhou Zhan.

The power of a lower Supreme Will Realm expert was enough to grant him free rein over all his current techniques for a brief window of time.

Even the Lord of Spirit-Devouring and the other Supreme Will sovereigns were momentarily startled to witness Zhou Zhan's aura abruptly skyrocket to that of a lower Supreme Will master.

Yet they quickly regained their composure and pressed their assault toward Zhou Zhan.

A mere lower Supreme Will practitioner—how could he possibly survive the coordinated siege of three mighty entities?

This Emperor of the Common People was doomed to die today beyond a shadow of a doubt!

The staggering bounty of military merits he carried, rivaling that of a higher Supreme Will sovereign, would surely be theirs!

Compared to the Emperor of the Common People, even the bounty riding upon the Samsara Will paled significantly.

Witnessing this, Zhou Zhan vanished from the spot in a flash.

In the next instant.

He had already appeared at the center of the three great deluded clans' powerful beings.

First, he struck a limb off the Food Spirit Sovereign with a single sword stroke, cleaving it cleanly in two. Then, with a single foot, he kicked another lower-tier Supreme Will-being, sending him reeling and spewing blood. Leveraging the recoil force, he shot forward toward the mid-tier Supreme Will-being, the 'Monument Spirit Sovereign,' and swiftly arrived before his opponent.

Zhou Zhan lunged forward with his sword, only to find the creature's physical defenses impenetrable. Even now, as a lower-tier Will-Saint weapon, the Xuan Yuan Divine Sword failed to pierce through its armor.

A flicker of surprise crossed His eyes.

"Not only is my body defense formidable, but I'm also clad in a mid-tier defensive Will-Saint weapon on the surface!"

"Can a mere lower-tier Will-Saint weapon hope to breach my defenses?"

"Delusion!"

The Monument Spirit Sovereign coldly declared.

And with that, he swiftly closed the distance, engaging in close combat with Zhou Zhan.

Zhou Zhan only realized then.

This Great Stone Spirit Sovereign was also a cultivator of the Way of Power!

Though not on par with a Way of Power Emperor, he had already reached the realm of Supreme Will in the Way of Power.

They began to clash swiftly!

As a cultivator of the Supreme Will realm, the Great Stone Spirit Sovereign initially held contempt for the Celestial Sovereign of the People daring to engage in close combat with him.

But after only a brief moment of combat, the Great Stone Spirit Sovereign's expression suddenly changed.

For he realized that the opponent was able to suppress him entirely through pure cultivation of the Way of Power.

He was a cultivator of the lower tier of Supreme Will.

Yet the opponent was stronger than him!

More importantly, he sensed a familiar feeling in the opponent's Way of Power school—something deeply recognized, something long buried in memory.

"The Celestial Might Style?!"

The Immense Stone Sovereign suddenly snapped to awareness, yet immediately sensed something was amiss: "No, it's somewhat similar—but not quite the same."

"It's not the Celestial Might Style."

While countering the opponent's attacks and maintaining pressure, Zhou Zhan spoke, "This is my own Way of the Martial Arts. You might call it…"

"The Way of the People's Might!"

Before arriving, he had meticulously cataloged every artifact of the Martial Emperor. Among them, he discovered a lineage no less potent than a Willful Sacred Artifact—the very inheritance of the Martial Emperor's Celestial Might Style!

Zhou Zhan swiftly absorbed it, then fused it with his own understanding of martial cultivation, forging a new martial path.

This Way of the People's Might surpassed even the Celestial Might Style, rising to a level of mid-tier cultivation—nearly approaching the supreme, unshakable realm of the Highest Willful State!

This is also why Zhou Zhan could suppress the Giant Stone Immortal Sovereign.