Chapter 735: One Against a Hundred, Fighting Immortal Slayer

Chapter 735: One Against a Hundred, Battle with Zhanxian

Perhaps because victory was within their grasp, or perhaps for profit, for destiny, and for the power of the evil god... since the beginning of the war, the final decisive battle inside and outside the formation eye had been broadcast live by the Righteous Qi Alliance.

As the Righteous Qi Alliance achieved successive victories in the live broadcast, countless cultivators of the alliance—countless Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core cultivators—grew increasingly high-spirited, as if they could already see the ten elite universities, which had once stood high and mighty, being trampled beneath their feet.

Until Zhang Yu appeared, breaking this atmosphere step by step.

Watching Zhang Yu barge into the forbidden zone alone, walking toward the formation eye step by step, and defeating several well-known powerhouses of the Righteous Qi Alliance one after another in his advance, the Dark Spirit Realm fell into an absolute uproar.

And when Zhang Yu was only thirty kilometers away from Perfected Lord Zhanxian, nearly a hundred Nascent Soul Perfected Lords of the Righteous Qi Alliance already stood in his path.

Layer upon layer of spatial barriers were erected, dharma treasures rose into the sky one after another, and countless skeletal remains and flying swords locked onto Zhang Yu as wave after wave of attacks from the spirit realm surged toward him like a tide...

At the same time, within the live stream channels of the Dark Spirit Realm, countless cultivators of the Righteous Qi Alliance seemed to be screaming.

"Block him! Don't let him advance any further!"

"If so many of you Nascent Souls can't stop him, don't bother live streaming ever again!"

"Blow this Zhang Yu to pieces! Defeat the ten elite universities completely!"

A massive amount of information surged frantically through the Dark Spirit Realm as more and more eyes gathered upon this single battlefield.

Meanwhile, Perfected Lord Zhanyun, who had betrayed the ten elite universities, was currently remote-controlling thousands of flying swords, all aimed squarely at Zhang Yu, the killing intent in his eyes seemingly solidifying into something tangible.

"Zhang Yu!"

The memory of being treated as a sacrificial lamb by Sky Sword University because he had offended Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen surfaced in Perfected Lord Zhanyun's mind once more. Seeing Zhang Yu again at this moment truly made the eyes of enemies turn red with intense hatred.

Particularly on this battlefield where the Righteous Qi Alliance was destined for a grand victory, Zhang Yu's appearance caused a myriad of complex emotions to well up in his heart.

"Zhang Yu, last time the grand trend was on your side, leaving me powerless to fight back, only able to endure your bullying."

"But this time, the grand trend is on my side!"

"The one to win this battle will definitely be the Righteous Qi Alliance!"

"Kill!"

In the next instant, the natural disaster enveloping Zhang Yu closed in, and the powers of both sides collided violently.

Boom! At the very moment of their collision, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and the earth looked as though it were being overturned.

On one side was a Five-Star Criminal, a Wanfa Nascent Soul being continuously hunted and killed by a natural disaster triggered by the divine power network.

On the other side were the elites of the Righteous Qi Alliance—certified Nascent Soul powerhouses who had betrayed the ten elite universities, wild Nascent Souls determined to rebel against the Heavenly Court, Dark Spirit Realm internet celebrities who had amassed vast wealth and destiny, and believer Nascent Souls who had obtained the backing of the evil god.

Their strengths varied, and among them, many possessed longer cultivation times than Zhang Yu, greater cultivation experience than Zhang Yu, deeper dharmic power than Zhang Yu, more flying swords, dharma treasures, and dharma skeletons than Zhang Yu, and more fully evolved Nascent Souls than Zhang Yu...

Under such circumstances, with Zhang Yu fighting one against a hundred, could he emerge victorious?

An answer surfaced in the minds of almost all the viewers watching through the live broadcast.

No! Zhang Yu is doomed to lose!

But right before the eyes of thousands of people, Zhang Yu tore that answer in their hearts to shreds.

A roaring beastly shadow expanded violently from within Zhang Yu's body, the dull earth churned drastically with his footsteps, and the intensity of the blazing natural disaster continued to climb.

"Collective violent resistance to the law detected! Collective violent resistance to the law detected! Please cease immediately..."

As the natural disaster brought down by the divine power network clashed with the hundred Nascent Soul Perfected Lords, blinding and crimson warning text flashed furiously before Zhang Yu's eyes.

But whether it was warnings or natural disasters, no matter what kind of opponent Zhang Yu encountered at this moment, he would no longer halt his steps.

Advance! Advance! Advance!

As Zhang Yu continued forward, hundreds to thousands of wounds appeared on his body, a dense mist of blood blending into his astral qi, making him look like a ball of burning flame.

Meanwhile, countless dharma treasures were shattered, flying swords filling the sky were crushed, and the numerous spatial barriers spanning over ten kilometers were pierced through one by one.

At this moment, Zhang Yu used his continuous advance to tell everyone the answer to this battle.

One against a hundred?

Absolutely possible! Easily possible!

The Junior College Perfected Lord, who had been chasing from behind all this time, could not help but stop, no longer daring to pursue, staring at the figure completely swallowed by the natural disaster as he muttered, "Still leveling up... still leveling up..."

Perfected Lord Zhanyun, who had only half of his body left, had just managed to roll and crawl out of the range of the natural disaster with great difficulty, looking at that back surrounded by layers of natural disasters with a pale face, still unable to stop trembling.

At this moment, all the live stream channels in the Dark Spirit Realm fell silent for a brief period, countless viewers losing their voices at this sight.

At this moment, the opponents from just now were either dead, injured, or crippled, all having retreated, leaving no one who dared stand in Zhang Yu's way.

At this moment, he was only ten kilometers away from Perfected Lord Zhanxian.

The gazes of both sides seemed to cross this ten-kilometer distance, colliding fiercely.

With one sword, Perfected Lord Zhanxian pinned Perfected Lord Tiansha in midair, while his other hand held the Nascent Soul of Perfected Lord Xianyin before crushing it with a loud bang.

He stood proudly above the clouds like a monarch, looking down upon Zhang Yu from a high vantage point, speaking indifferently as if commending his own subject, "Saved me some trouble, well done."

Zhang Yu looked coldly at Perfected Lord Zhanxian and said, "Let them go, and I will fight you."

Perfected Lord Zhanxian's voice drifted over softly, "Defeating a bunch of trash makes you think you're in a position to negotiate conditions with me?"

With a soft swooshing sound, Perfected Lord Tiansha's head began to fall toward the ground.

At the same time, streaks of sword light lit up, slashing toward the falling head.

Boom!

Zhang Yu's figure accelerated instantly, roaring beastly cries exploding from within his body, turning into streaks of wild beastly shadows that erupted from behind his back, continuously pushing his body forward! Accelerating!

In almost a brief instant, Zhang Yu had blocked the path before Perfected Lord Tiansha's falling head, pressing one hand against the incoming sword light.

Bang!

Along with the collision of their powers, the sword light suddenly flared with brightness, shrinking continuously under the distortion of the Kunlun in the Palm, yet struggling to expand again and again.

Zhang Yu stared into Perfected Lord Zhanxian's eyes, saying word by word, "When did you get the impression that I was negotiating conditions with you? I am merely..."

Crack!

Under the operation of the Kunlun in the Palm, the sword light seemed to have its spine shattered by the squeeze of space, turning into winding curves that bent over and were taken into Zhang Yu's palm.

Zhang Yu continued, "...telling you the reality of what is about to happen next."

Meanwhile, Perfected Lord Miaoshou had already caught Perfected Lord Tiansha's falling head in one swift motion, and then dragged the half-dead bodies of several Nascent Soul Perfected Lords, leading the surviving powerhouses of the ten elite universities to retreat outside the formation eye together.

It was not that they were unwilling to support Zhang Yu, but rather that with Zhang Yu's arrival, the natural disaster was also about to descend.

Purple lightning serpents suddenly exploded in the sky, illuminating the world in a brilliant flash.

Listening to Zhang Yu's words, Perfected Lord Zhanxian said indifferently, "Just to let these irredeemable fellows survive, is this the reason you refused to join?"

Zhang Yu glanced at the increasingly dimming Soul Transformation divine light in the sky, then looked straight into Perfected Lord Zhanxian's eyes and said, "Cut the nonsense, let's fight."

"Kunxu is a place where the strong decide everything."

"If you can't even defeat me, can't even stop me, then don't talk about any new world."

Perfected Lord Zhanxian nodded, "Indeed, if I can't even... slay you to death, then there really is no need to talk about any new world."

The moment the words left Perfected Lord Zhanxian's mouth, his figure suddenly shot to the front of Zhang Yu, pointing a sword finger directly toward the space between Zhang Yu's brows.

Boom!

At that very moment, a bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, swallowing both figures whole.

Crackling arcs coursed through and over Zhang Yu’s body, leaving only faint scorch marks behind.

Meanwhile, the Zhanxian True Lord—who had just been within arm’s reach—now stood a hundred meters away.

Every manner of celestial calamity rained down upon Zhang Yu: sandstorms sharpened into flying swords, tornadoes twisted into water blades, superheated air detonating in midair, thunderbolts crashing from above… Layer upon layer of devastation converged upon him, gradually engulfing the entire nexus of the array.

Yet amidst this dense storm of terror, the Zhanxian True Lord darted to and fro like a phantom, always slipping past each assault by the narrowest of margins. Every so often, he would lash out with his sword—a strike piercing through gaps in Zhang Yu’s defenses, carving fresh wounds across his flesh.

“This man’s swordplay…”

Zhang Yu sensed that every move the Zhanxian True Lord made contained not only swordsmanship but also the profound essences of saber, spear, staff, and countless other martial arts.

Each thrust seemed to weave together dozens of distinct forces—explosive, slicing, rending, disintegrating—all converging in a single stroke. Under such relentless assault, even Zhang Yu’s body—tempered by countless trials of heavenly disasters—now bore injuries.

“Hah!”

With a thunderous roar, the earth beneath Zhang Yu’s feet surged upward, transforming into massive hands that clamped down toward the Zhanxian True Lord—but once again, his opponent evaded it as if forewarned.

“He moves and thinks in perfect harmony,” Zhang Yu realized inwardly. “His every action anticipates the battlefield’s shifts with flawless precision.”

“To him, these calamities aren’t threats—they’re like a sea of blossoms dancing around him…”

“After all, the disaster energies near him aren’t aimed at him directly; they’re merely the residual shockwaves from attacks meant for me. Yet he dodges them effortlessly—and even uses their momentum to strike back at me…”

While pondering this, Zhang Yu sent a message to Zhang Pianpian: “Sister, can you amplify the calamities further?”

Zhang Pianpian replied: “Increasing their intensity—or raising your crime rating to six or even seven stars—isn’t impossible.”

“But at that stage, the divine network unleashes a force so wild even I can barely control it. Though not as overwhelming as when a true god presides, it would still be far beyond your capacity to withstand—and could trigger unpredictable consequences.”

As she spoke, a colossal dragon erupted from the Tai Xu Cloud Vault at Zhang Yu’s waist, roaring as it lunged to devour the Zhanxian True Lord.

Blood-red light flashed—the dragon was already riddled with sword gashes.

Bathed in crimson mist, the beast retreated back into the vault. Its flesh writhed with vitality, freezing its wounds shut to accelerate healing.

Throughout their journey, Zhang Yu’s sixteen beast avatars had suffered grievous wounds time and again—but thanks to his own extraordinary regenerative power, they always returned to battle after recovering most of their injuries.

In an instant, bestial roars echoed, calamities churned, and Tianri Huangshen burst forth amid torrents of flame. The Twelve Taihao Sacred Law Sword Arrays were deployed one by one.

Yet despite all this, Zhang Yu found himself unable to gain the upper hand.

Before him stood only one man with one sword—but every slash landed precisely where it needed to, every evasion slipped past attacks at the last possible moment. Somehow, he subdued the entire maelstrom of heavenly disasters and Zhang Yu’s layered assaults alike.

Just then, the Zhanxian True Lord spoke: “Have you reached your limit? Can you no longer intensify these calamities?”

“If this is all you have… then this battle ends here.”

As he spoke, he spread his arms wide—and the raging forces of calamity, once chaotic and unrestrained, began swirling around him.

Coldly, the Zhanxian True Lord declared: “Show me everything you’ve got.”

In the next breath, floods, sandstorms, shockwaves, wind blades, water blades, thermal rays, and descending thunderbolts—all were transformed into delicate threads of sword qi orbiting him.

At that moment, a message from the Magnetic Pole Sovereign appeared in Zhang Yu’s Eye Socket:

*Magnetic Pole Sovereign: Zhang Yu, this sword art is called ‘Heaven and Earth as My Sword.’ It’s a newly created immortal sect technique. His master, Fu Xian Tian, used it repeatedly during our battle…*

Through the Magnetic Pole Sovereign’s explanation, Zhang Yu finally grasped the terrifying nature of this immortal sect sword art—a method capable of converting all manner of worldly forces, even an opponent’s attacks, into one’s own sword qi.

While Zhang Yu rapidly absorbed the incoming data, the Zhanxian True Lord extended a single finger.

The sword qi forged from calamity struck down with devastating force—not only carrying the sharpness inherent to sword qi, but also weaving in the destructive essence of every calamity it had absorbed, hammering straight toward Zhang Yu.

Now, the very calamities drawn to Zhang Yu had become the Zhanxian True Lord’s arsenal. He had become their master, refining wave after wave of disaster energy into sword qi, pushing its power to unprecedented heights as he relentlessly slashed downward.

In a flash, more than ten of Zhang Yu’s avatars were grievously wounded—on the verge of being torn apart entirely.

Zhang Yu immediately activated Palm Within Kunlun, attempting to draw the sword qi toward himself from afar.

But to his dismay, the sword qi remained utterly unaffected.

“Each strand… is encased in a spatial barrier.”

Zhang Yu’s heart sank. “Aside from ‘Heaven and Earth as My Sword,’ his mastery of ‘Three Realms Ten Directions Great Void Absolute Barrier’ has also reached its peak.”

One by one, beastly silhouettes were shredded apart. The sword qi closed in on Zhang Yu in the blink of an eye.

Yet Zhang Yu remained calm. Bringing his palms together and then spreading them wide—he unleashed a torrent of violet lightning that exploded outward like a surging flood.

This was the accumulated power of calamities Zhang Yu had gathered throughout his journey, using Palm Within Kunlun in tandem with his immortal-space reservoir.

Now, released all at once, its earth-shattering might overwhelmed even the raging calamities and sword qi alike.

Sensing the pent-up force Zhang Yu had unleashed, the Zhanxian True Lord’s expression finally shifted—not with shock or surprise, but with fury, a rage he had not shown since the battle began.

“So it is as I suspected…” The Zhanxian True Lord fixed his gaze on Zhang Yu’s palms. “I sensed something amiss earlier. Now, observing up close, I confirm—your space isn’t some ordinary Tai Xu Cloud Vault.”

“That space… doesn’t belong to you.”

He bellowed: “Who gave it to you?!”

The sheer ferocity of Zhang Yu’s released calamity forced the Zhanxian True Lord to retreat step after step.

Zhang Yu had no intention of answering.

But whether he answered or not, the Zhanxian True Lord—having scrutinized him closely—had already arrived at his own conclusion.

“Ancestor… why?”

“Why did you grant him this power?!”

His eyes blazed with intensified killing intent. “Zhang Yu, I don’t know how you tricked your way into obtaining this power—but you’ve betrayed that immortal’s trust in you.”

“Today, I shall take back what he bestowed upon you.”

…

Not long after withdrawing from the array nexus, Miaoshou True Lord turned back to witness the cataclysmic duel between Zhang Yu and the Zhanxian True Lord.

Gazing at the land already vaporized layer by layer under the onslaught of calamities, even he felt a chill of dread.

Beside him, Tiansha True Lord—whose head had just been reattached—spoke hoarsely: “Such terrifying power of heavenly disaster… Even if you and I joined forces, we likely wouldn’t last long under it.”

Miaoshou nodded. “But Zhanxian is even more fearsome. Amid such calamity, he strolls as if through a garden—and even turns it to his advantage. Clearly, he held back completely in earlier fights.”

Thinking this, Miaoshou watched the battle within the nexus with growing anxiety. “Can Zhang Yu truly defeat him?”

Tiansha sighed. “Zhang Yu’s strength lies in his ability to adapt—to endure and evolve under any attack.”

“But Zhanxian transforms calamity into his own sword qi. The stronger the disaster, the more potent his sword art becomes.”

“It’s like the strongest shield clashing against the sharpest blade. In the end, victory will go to whoever endures longer.”

“But if this drags on…”

Tiansha glanced up at the streaks of Nascent Soul divine radiance crisscrossing the sky and sighed again. “If it continues much longer… the Nascent Soul battle itself may turn.”

…

Elsewhere, Dazhuan True Lord—no longer daring to pursue—watched the fight from afar, utterly shaken.

“The calamities summoned by the Divine Network… in their hands, they’re mere toys, weapons wielded to multiply their destructive power a thousandfold.”

“Their combat paradigms and frameworks have far surpassed every other Core Formation cultivator present.”

“Chu Yi and Zhanxian—these two are now the strongest Core Formations from layers two through five.”

“The outcome of this battle… no longer concerns the likes of us.”

“The outcome of this battle hinges solely upon them—upon Zhu Yao and Zhan Xian—and upon which of the two truly stands as the mightiest Nascent Soul here and now.”

“Yet, on the whole…” mused Da Zhuan True Lord inwardly, “Zhan Xian True Lord still holds the advantage.”

“After all, Zhang Yu’s foundation is not as profound as Zhan Xian True Lord’s, and his reserves of spiritual power and other resources have already been drained more heavily than his opponent’s.”

“If this fight drags on, Zhang Yu will likely collapse first.”

Meanwhile, Zhan Yun True Lord—reduced to only half a body—stared blankly at the scene before him: the celestial calamity being wantonly trampled and crudely commandeered by Zhan Xian and Zhang Yu alike. He could only marvel that Zhu Yao and Zhan Xian had far surpassed his expectations in strength.

“But Zhang Yu… will still lose!”

“He cannot outlast Zhan Xian True Lord—not with so many of us gathered here…”

Watching the growing throng of righteous alliance experts converging upon the battlefield, Zhan Yun True Lord slowly regained his confidence. “Zhang Yu won’t hold out much longer.”

…

Within the Nascent Divinity battlefield,

numerous Divine Lords likewise spared a sliver of their awareness to observe this pivotal clash.

“Good,” said Nie Lian Divine Lord of Demon University, watching as Zhang Yu shattered obstacle after obstacle until he plunged into the array’s core to duel Zhan Xian True Lord. “If Zhu Yao True Lord can defeat Zhan Xian, there may yet be a chance to break through the Zhou Tian Milky Way Grand Array.”

But as the battle wore on and Zhan Xian True Lord steadily gained the upper hand, Nie Lian’s brow furrowed deeper.

“This Zhan Xian possesses formidable strength indeed—even a Five-Star Celestial Calamity couldn’t stop him.”

On another side, Yin Quan Divine Lord sighed, “Clearly, this isn’t the first time Zhan Xian has channeled a celestial calamity into his sword qi. His mastery surpasses Zhang Yu’s.”

“It seems he’s practiced this technique before—perhaps even trained it deliberately.”

Qian Kui Divine Lord of Immortal Soldier University added with a sigh, “I’ve never heard of anyone below the tenth layer attempting such a feat.”

Nie Lian Divine Lord replied, “Which means he must have done it above the tenth layer—or perhaps in a past life, or even a life before that—and inherited those memories.”

Yin Quan Divine Lord grew grave. “Zhan Xian’s background is no simple matter. His combat experience vastly exceeds Zhang Yu’s. The situation… looks grim.”

At that very moment, facing Zhan Xian True Lord—who wielded celestial calamities as swords and cleaved through heaven and earth with sword qi—Zhang Yu, who could only endure the calamity head-on, appeared increasingly outmatched.

When Nie Lian saw Zhang Yu forced to unleash the calamity energy he’d just absorbed, his frown deepened further. “Has it come to this?”

“Ci Ji! Qing Mu!” Nie Lian sent out a message urgently. “We must find a way to aid Zhang Yu—if he loses, the grand array will fall completely under the Righteous Alliance’s control.”

…

Meanwhile, within Zhang Yu’s immortal spatial realm, the stored-up power was gradually exhausted.

And Zhan Xian True Lord, who had just been driven back repeatedly, now surged forward again—this time wreathed in even fiercer sword qi.

But this time, as he commanded his sword energy, he simultaneously formed a Daoist seal with his fingers and began circulating the *Hell-Soul Cleansing Scripture*.

The *Hell-Soul Cleansing Scripture*—a celestial sect technique once introduced to Zhang Yu by Fu Xian Heaven.

As Fu Xian Heaven’s disciple, Zhan Xian True Lord had also mastered this art.

Now, as he invoked this scripture—a method that pierced straight to the heart of the Cycle of Rebirth—it exuded an aura of unfathomable mystery.

Pointing a single finger toward Zhang Yu, he spoke coldly: “Zhang Yu, I never intended to use this move so lightly.”

“But your strength has genuinely surprised me—only because you’ve seized power that was never meant for you.”

Requesting Moon Tickets

(End of Chapter)