In the deep skies where immortals resided, the stench of blood and the sounds of war resounded. The ruthless Immortal Lord Tang Yan held his diabolic blade, which emitted a strong hostility and bloodlust. He stood alone in front of many immortals, both demons and saints, who sought to kill him due to his ridiculous rule: all immortals must worship him.
"Bah...you deceitful fellow, who doesn't want to know how deep-rooted the mountains are. You dare to say you want to be worshiped as the supreme one? You may as well just die," the immortal of the quasi-peak said with arrogance, holding his long rod.
"Lord Tang, with all due respect, I would like to oppose this statement of yours. It's almost like dissolving my Netherland to become part of the other peaks, which is very much against my interests and those of my ancestors," Lu Zheng said with a hint of disappointment.
Tang Yan looked surprised to see the one person who hated him give a reasonable excuse for his actions. "Hehehe, Lord Lu, I have to say that of all the people present, only you can be said to be right and reasonable. Because of that, I'll compensate your peak's loss of people with freedom to be like the wind."
The other immortals felt that they were going crazy as they heard these words. Lu Zheng, on the other hand, just felt tired and left along with his people. But, as expected, the other immortals felt unhappy about this and attacked.
"It seems like justice was never an option for the likes of you. On behalf of my people and my peak, I shall take you all on," he shouted with an outburst of strength and pressure as he teleported his few remaining members to a lower realm while he dashed forward like a possessed being.
The people seemed to have forgotten about the real cause of the war and began releasing their trump cards. At the sight of this, Tang Yan felt annoyed, and his madness drove him to use a devastating self-destruct move.
"How dare you bastards ignore me..." he shouted as a large series of slashes combined into one and grazed across the heavens. Before anyone could react to this, the slash had already passed through those who were near, while the latter ones used their legendary treasures to guard against.
His breathing became heavy as he fell to the ground flat, and his sight began to blur very slowly. "Yan'er...why did you do this? Wake up...don't leave me again," a sad, choked voice called out to him as he lay on the ground, becoming lifeless.
Out of nowhere, a figure monk wanted to end him quickly and ruthlessly. He looked at the figure helplessly, knowing that his end had already come.
"Pff...sprult...Yan'er...this is all I could do. Hope we could spend a lot more time together if there's another chance," the female voice faded slowly as she smiled and laid on his chest, her heart already palm destroyed by the unknown monk.
He looked at her, surprised, then bland. The vibe around him turned eerie as he went into rage.
"I'm sorry, Feifei, but I know of your plans already," he said, slashing out several waves of blade qi, which obliterated half the army in front of him.
The surrounding area became very desolate and lifeless. The immortal kings around, who had not been killed by this move, without hesitation launched their strongest attack at him. He, on the other hand, looked at the incoming attack, then smiled.
"Ah, freedom at last. Seems like I would have to start again in another life, huh?" he said, knowing that this wasn't the end of him.