Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 673

Dozens of outer realm Saints stormed in, exuding a powerful aura.

Leading the charge was the Grey-clad Old Man, his blade-like eyes scanning the surroundings, showing hints of unusual expressions on his face.

“No wonder it felt a bit hard to enter just now; it turns out this world has already jumped to the level of Saint Path civilization. That’s some serious potential!”

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint squinted, coldly chuckling.

“It seems we arrived just in time. If the natives of this world continue to develop, they could form a considerable force of Saints!” a True Saint from the Youtai Clan remarked solemnly.

“Find the Celestial Court’s master, kill him, and take all the Saint-level resources from here!” said a companion nearby, his face greedily eager.

“Let’s get started!”

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint unleashed an overwhelming Divine Sense, quickly locating the Celestial Court’s position.

With that, he flickered away.

Swish, swish, swish~

Dozens of Nine Nether Beings followed closely behind, instantly arriving above the Celestial Court, looking down with an imposing demeanor.

That terrifying Saint pressure gathered like a raging river, warping and trembling every inch of space.

Though the Immortal Realm had transformed into the Holy Realm, it was currently just the lowest level of the Saint Path world. Compared to higher-level Saint Path worlds, the structural differences were like mud versus real gold.

“Ugh,”

The Celestial Court’s cultivators struggled to breathe, their faces filled with pain.

“You keep sending Saints to invade; does your Nine Nether clan disregard the Saint agreement?!” Liu Huangshu exclaimed, both shocked and angry.

Xiang Jiba was also intimidated by the scale of the Saint troop, forcing himself to say, “If the Divine Court learns of this, you’ll definitely pay the price!”

“Ha ha ha, the reason we’ve made it this far is precisely because the Divine Court has turned a blind eye to our actions!” a Nine Nether Being sneered.

Liu Huangshu and Xiang Jiba’s faces turned grim, confirming their suspicions.

Indeed, when it came to issues like this, the Divine Court was clearly turning a blind eye!

“Wow, looks like we have friends coming from afar~” Ye Junlin grinned widely at the sight of so many Saints.

This meant he could add a new batch of members to his Human Sovereign Banner.

“I’ve seen the video footage; you’re the so-called master of the Celestial Court?” The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint shot a cold glare at Ye Junlin, like a sharp knife.

Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow.

He could sense the other’s strength was formidable, likely surpassing that of a True Saint.

With that in mind, Ye Junlin’s face lit up with expectation as he smiled, “That’s right, it’s me!”

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint frowned, feeling something off about the reaction he got; it was not the fear and anxiety he’d anticipated, but rather… excitement?

Is there still someone wanting to die sooner in this day and age?

“Hey, you guys barged into my territory without asking for my opinion?”

Suddenly, a young voice filled with dissatisfaction rang out.

“Hmm?”

The outer realm Saints turned, puzzled. It was a poised young man in a golden robe.

Feeling the concentrated attention, Tong Wudi felt a surge of excitement, believing this was his chance to shine.

He could use this opportunity to reclaim the reputation he had lost previously!

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint narrowed his eyes, “So it’s a newly promoted Saint. Who are you?”

Tong Wudi puffed out his chest, proclaiming, “Listen well, I am the undefeated Sacred Emperor!”

His clear and slightly smug voice echoed, landing squarely in the ears of the cultivators present.

The Celestial Court’s cultivators exchanged strange looks, feeling an inexplicable awkwardness.

The outer realm Saints were stunned, glancing at each other, their eyes revealing shock.

A Saint, a Sacred Emperor?!

What the hell—this rookie dares to call himself a Sacred Emperor?!

That’s some serious guts!

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint’s eyelid twitched.

These natives truly are ignorant; to declare oneself an Emperor right after breaking through to Saint level—it’s good to know even he, a Celestial Saint, doesn’t dare take on that title!

Even those high-level beings rumored to be in the Saint Ancestor Realm would think twice about calling themselves Sacred Emperor!

After all, the title of Sacred Emperor represents the emperor of the Saint realm—not just anyone can handle that!

Yet, this measly True Saint at the bottom of the Saint realm has the audacity to crown himself Emperor!

Ignorance is indeed fearless!

Seeing the outer realm Saints momentarily at a loss for words, Tong Wudi felt a rush of pride.

Hmph, scared, are we?

I’ve already taken the advantage in presence!

“Damn, I can’t hold back anymore, let’s all take him down!” one of the Nine Nether Saints shouted angrily at the sight of Tong Wudi’s smug demeanor.

“Go!”

In an instant, dozens of Saint-level beings couldn’t contain their impulses, disregarding their primary target to focus on Tong Wudi for a quick revenge.

Seeing this scene, rather than feeling frightened, Tong Wudi was more fired up than ever, shouting,

“Bring it on!”

He was eager for a glorious victory to restore his undefeated image.

Boom~

Tong Wudi erupted with a terrifying aura, swinging his gleaming fist boldly at the dozens of Nine Nether Saints.

“Ah da da da da da!!!”

In the next second, Tong Wudi’s fists rained down like a machine gun, accompanied by some strange sound effects.

The golden fist imprint surged like a tempest, incredibly impressive, exuding an unstoppable force.

“What?!”

The first wave of the Nine Nether Saints felt an overwhelming sense of pressure and quickly cast spells in defense.

Boom boom boom boom~!!!!

The explosive sounds burst forth, sending waves of energy rippling around.

Tong Wudi’s momentum was fierce, and with the help of something divine, he surprisingly stood against dozens of Nine Nether Saints without falling behind!

This scene was indeed breathtaking!

“Oh man, this kid is actually this fierce?” Liu Huangshu was taken aback; he had thought Tong Wudi would get crushed, but the outcome was completely unexpected.

“Wow, amazing…” Xiang Jiba’s confidence took another hit as he stared wide-eyed, dumbstruck.

At this moment, Tong Wudi grew more valiant in battle, golden light enveloping him, looking like an invincible war deity.

Despite the siege from the many Nine Nether Saints, he remained unyielding, leaving everyone in awe!

“Ha ha, you guys are nothing!” Tong Wudi shouted confidently.

“Damn! How is this native so strong? He doesn’t seem like someone who just broke through to True Saint at all!”

“Did you all notice? It feels like we’re the ones being suppressed while fighting him!”

“Right, I thought it was just me feeling that way!”

“This guy has something strange about him!”

The Nine Nether Saints grumbled, feeling it was quite troublesome indeed.

Meanwhile, the Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint remained unresponsive, observing Tong Wudi battle against dozens of Nine Nether Saints, his expression turning skeptical as he sensed things were a bit off.

“So that’s it, this world’s Heavenly Dao is assisting him!”

As if realizing the situation, the Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint’s profound eyes glimmered with intrigue.

No wonder this guy, who had just broken through to True Saint, could withstand the assault of dozens of True Saint-level strongmen; turns out there was heavenly assistance behind him.

This indicates his significance.

“A Son of Destiny, how rare…” the Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint chuckled coldly.

He knew that such a special existence, as long as they were in their own world, would be in an absolute home field advantage. Even heaven would grant them support, akin to the Heavenly Dao’s protection, bestowing great fortune upon them.

Of course, if they left this world, that effect would vanish!

“Then let me personally take care of you.”

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint’s smile grew ever more cruel as he suddenly trembled, two black blades flying from his back into his hands. As he gripped them, a terrifying Saint might erupted forth.

“Everyone get out of my way!!!”

Feeling this immense pressure, the many Nine Nether Saints that were previously attacking were scared into retreat, casting fearful glances at the Grey-clad Old Man.

Tong Wudi stood frozen.

When facing the imminent assault of the Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint, every hair on his body stood on end, a bone-chilling dread coursed along his spine. He felt as if he were being targeted by some primordial beast, as though he might perish at any moment…

“Crap! This old dude is really strong!”

Tong Wudi’s scalp tingled, forcing back his internal dread; he immediately formed hand seals to execute his strongest move.

Heavenly Turn Seal!

He raised his hand and struck down with the Heavenly Turn Seal, channeling all his power into the blow.

Boom~

Countless clouds billowed as the massive bronze seal pressed down, leaving everyone with a dizzying sensation.

“Ha ha, so the Son of Destiny really does exist.” Subconsciously, the Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint felt himself being pressured by a force, as though he were being specifically targeted by this world.

Unfortunately, he was truly at the Celestial Saint level, while this world’s Heavenly Dao was at most half a step into the Celestial Saint realm!

Compared to him, the gap was enormous!

Thus, this little bit of pressure posed no threat to him!

Swish!

The Ghost Blade Heavenly Saint casually swung a knife, easily slashing through the Heavenly Turn Seal. The residual force alone sent Tong Wudi flying, causing him to spit blood.

“Ugh!”

Tong Wudi crashed down like a broken puppet onto a grand hall, the resplendent palace collapsing in a thunderous crash, kicking up clouds of dust.

In the debris, Tong Wudi no longer had that earlier bravado; his body was bloodied, his breath feeble.

“You…” Gazing at the figure of the knife-wielding old man, this golden-robed youth’s mouth bled profusely as he realized the great gap in power between them, sudden despair washing over him.

“Lord Tong!” the Celestial Court’s cultivators cried out in alarm.

Indeed, while Tong Wudi’s style was rather impulsive, he had won their respect for standing against many opponents before, yet in this overwhelming situation, he was defeated by the mysterious old man with just one stroke, leaving them in shock mixed with deep fear!