"Kill!!"
The Yin-Yang Axe appeared in Yi Tianxing's hand, as if he were a supreme deity about to step into the void and split the heavens and earth.
Within the axe, thousands of war dragons from the Imperial Dragon Diagram surged forth, intertwining with the weapon. Every dragon was at the peak of Dao-Proving power — over a thousand, their combined might enough to make even Hunyuan-level beings kneel. And now, within Yi Tianxing's body, flowed the power of the entire Great Yi Immortal Court, drawn from billions of citizens.
At this moment, nothing could surpass this strength.
This strike was more terrifying than Pangu opening the heavens.
Yin-Yang Splits Dawn and Dusk!!
The battlefield seemed to shrink to just the massive Bone Tower and the colossal Yin-Yang Axe, which filled the void. The Bone Tower radiated immense terror, suppressing everything. Across both realms, the battlefield fell silent. Those in nearby war cities could feel their bodies frozen, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of doom.
All eyes, from both Eternal Night and the Eternal World, were fixed on this confrontation.
Bang!! Crack!!
The Yin-Yang Axe descended, carving a brilliant trajectory across the Bone Tower. The impact exploded in a thunderous roar. The sheer power from both tower and axe was enough to shake the entire battlefield, causing the ground to crack, mountains to tremble, and chunks of space to fracture. Lightning streaked across the sky, and reality itself seemed on the verge of collapse — apocalyptic in scale.
One side was a half-step Overlord, the Evil Dragon Patriarch, and the other was the ruler of Great Yi, commanding the might of countless citizens.
The explosive shockwave ruptured the eardrums of nearby cultivators; some bled from all seven orifices, and divine light blazed tens of thousands of zhang. In an instant, the Bone Tower quivered violently, struck by the axe.
The Yin-Yang Axe, a congenital treasure and an unparalleled weapon, enhanced by the Imperial Dragon, had become a force that could cut through even chaos spiritual treasures. The immense power poured into it would split heaven and earth effortlessly.
The Evil Dragon Patriarch had initially underestimated Yi Tianxing. He believed his Bone Tower and personal might would easily suppress any Dao-Proving practitioner, leaving Yi Tianxing with no chance of countering. But now, he realized just how monstrous this young figure had become. In only a few hundred years, Yi Tianxing had surpassed countless temporal gaps, reaching an inconceivable level.
Who could have imagined that a Dao-Proving cultivator could stand against a half-step Overlord? Yet here it was, undeniable before his eyes.
After only a brief struggle, the massive Bone Tower was hurled backward. Its divine radiance was torn apart by the axe, leaving a colossal scar across its structure. The inner tower world was fractured, the heavens and earth within crumbling, as if the tower faced total annihilation.
"Impressive strike… but it cannot pierce my treasure tower. The Way of the Fortune Dynasty is indeed miraculous, allowing even a Dao-Proving junior to muster strength comparable to mine. But this is the limit. Without enough time, you cannot grow further, and Eternal Night will never allow your rise. For the glory of my Eternal Night… perish!"
The Evil Dragon Patriarch's rage flared. The Bone Tower, still radiating divine light, surged downward, dragons roaring on every layer, manifesting the might of ten thousand dragons.
"I shall send you to death as well."
Yi Tianxing sneered. The Yin-Yang Axe shifted — just moments ago it had been pure Yang and rigidity; now it became pure Yin and flexibility. The axe blurred into illusion, piercing through the Bone Tower as if spanning time and space. In the next instant, it materialized before the Evil Dragon Patriarch, striking him head-on.
"Impossible!!"
The Evil Dragon Patriarch's eyes contracted in terror. The change had come too fast — even he could not react in time.
Though his body was virtually indestructible, infused with countless dark dragon scales and demonic energy, the Yin-Yang Axe cleaved him from head to toe as if he were tofu. The axe ground through his body like twin millstones, erasing and annihilating everything.
Bang!!
Simultaneously, the Bone Tower, now unimpeded by the axe, smashed down onto Yi Tianxing. Tens of thousands of miles around were utterly crushed; heaven and earth shattered under its weight. The destructive force pulverized all in its radius.
The tower was so powerful that even Yi Tianxing's body seemed obliterated, exploding into a mist of blood.
From start to finish, the entire confrontation lasted less than three breaths.
The result was astonishing: the Evil Dragon Patriarch was split in two by a single axe, while Yi Tianxing was crushed into a blood mist by the Bone Tower. What should have been a straightforward suppression turned into an unprecedented upheaval.
"Damn it, Yi Tianxing… I will not forgive you!"
The severed Evil Dragon Patriarch struggled to heal, but the relentless Yin-Yang Axe kept destroying his body, entwining with his wounds.
Even more humiliating, Yi Tianxing wasn't even the real self — only a clone. He gained nothing despite crushing the Patriarch.
The Bone Tower carried the Evil Dragon Patriarch away, disappearing into the void. Humiliation beyond repair — a half-step Overlord reduced so completely by a junior. If Yi Tianxing himself had been present, even at such cost, it would have been an honor. But it was only a clone.
Shame.
Utter, unerasable shame.
"Terrifying…"
"So this is how top-tier powers clash. Life and death decided in an instant. No protracted standoff, no three-day battle; one strike, and death is delivered without hesitation."
"Even the residual force of that fight… a Saint caught in it might have been obliterated on the spot. The tower, the axe — merely glimpsing them across infinite space would induce suffocation."
"Life for life, injury for injury. Instant judgment of life and death. Brutal martial combat… And yet, that was only a clone of Yi Xianhuang. A single clone harnessing the power of the entire Great Yi could rival a half-step Overlord and split an Elder in two. Imagine his true self…"
In the Eternal Night and Eternal World, countless strong beings were shocked into reflection.
The message was clear: Yi Tianxing's combat prowess had already reached a level briefly comparable to a half-step Overlord — and that was only a clone. His real self would be far stronger, beyond all estimation.
The rulers of the Fortune Dynasty were all monstrous geniuses.
No one could guess their true limits.
Daqin.
Ying Zheng gazed at the battlefield, unable to tear his eyes away, expression grave. No one knew what he truly thought.
"Powerful… Yi Xianhuang truly lives up to the prodigy of this era, the child of this era itself. That strike was far from his full strength; he has hidden power, far stronger than imagined."
"Yi Xianhuang… it seems you have prepared fully for the upcoming Era War."
"Yet, I, of Xian Qin, shall not fall behind. I am the Ancestral Dragon, I am the First Emperor."
Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze and slowly spoke, his voice heavy with resolve.