"We're screwed!" Right now, even the elders weren't immune—Leon Long himself was secretly lamenting. Reinforcements from Ling Feng still hadn't arrived, and now Harlan Yanro was already here. No need to spell it out: he'd clearly gathered endless power, and his Heavenly Immortal aura was completely solid now.
At this moment, with Harlan Yanro's arrival, Leon Long could even feel the entire world's qi revolving around him. The way it turned was extreme—like loyal servants attending their master, totally over the top.
Leon Long knew this was the true power of a Heavenly Immortal. A Heavenly Immortal's strength isn't something ordinary "immortals" can compare to—he was basically above the heavens, beyond the world's limits. So in the Immortal Domain, every bit of qi would orbit him, and right now, the outcome was obvious!
"Leon Long! Aren't you coming out yet? What's the point of hiding in that turtle shell? You're doomed to die today! Get out here!" Ethan Xiao shouted harshly, totally playing the role of Huangfu's head steward. The way he looked at Harlan Yanro was pure bootlicking.
"Hold the line, we have to hold the line—never give up!" Leon Long yelled at the top of his lungs. He knew deep down this disaster was basically unavoidable, but even so, he couldn't back down. This was about the Long family's honor; even if the whole clan died here today, they couldn't do anything disgraceful or pathetic.
Right now, the younger Longs were pale with fear, but most of them clenched their fists. Things had come this far, and they weren't about to show any weakness. Plenty of them knew the Long family had always been enemies with the Huangfu Family—so even if today never happened, once Harlan Yanro reached the top, he'd go after the Longs anyway.
If they're already meat on someone else's chopping block, might as well fight them to the end!
"Wow, still putting on a front at this point? You guys must really have a death wish..." Ethan Xiao couldn't hold back anymore and started cursing wildly.
But Harlan Yanro wasn't fazed at all. He raised his hand, his eyes showing a hint of surprise: "That little bastard seems to be missing—did he go get reinforcements? Or did he run for his life? Heh!"
"Yeah, he went to get backup! You dare wait for him?" Leon Long gritted his teeth and shouted back.
“Such big talk! Is there anyone in the Immortal Domain who actually dares to mess with me? What a joke!” Harlan Yanro sneered coldly, clearly unafraid—in fact, he seemed to find the whole thing hilarious.
“Young Master Harlan, quit wasting time talking with these clowns—they’re just stalling. Wipe them out already! The Long family’s nothing, perfect for making an example. Once we crush them, who in the Immortal Domain would dare talk back to us?” Ethan Xiao chimed in, pushing for action.
“Fine, I’ll do it now!” Harlan Yanro didn’t hesitate for a second. He swung his palm out in a sweeping strike, sneering, “The Longs are finished today. But if that little bastard actually shows up with backup, I’d love to see just how ‘impressive’ his help really is. Heh!”
As soon as Harlan finished, a tidal wave of power crashed down over the Dragon Necropolis, thunder crackling everywhere, the whole world screaming. Inside, the legion of dragon souls exploded one after another—facing a full-blown Heavenly Immortal, they didn’t stand a chance.
And it didn’t stop there—the dragon and phoenix powers took a direct hit, every last defense crumbling. The place was falling apart inside and out. Turns out, when a real Heavenly Immortal throws down, even sacred beasts like the Dragon God and Golden Phoenix can’t hold the line.
Both sacred beasts let out blood-curdling screams—their legendary might couldn’t save them now. It was obvious: they were about to be completely wiped out.
“You two freaks, bow down! You wanna fight me? That’s like fighting the heavens—get it?” Harlan Yanro was riding high, his Heavenly Immortal power surging like a tsunami. In a flash, the Golden Phoenix was ripped apart, feathers torn out, body disintegrating. The Dragon God’s flesh and bones were shredded, organs ripped from its body—Harlan was basically dismantling it piece by piece. Both sacred beasts were getting wrecked like never before, all their majesty gone, on the verge of total annihilation.
“Dragon God... Golden Phoenix...” Leon Long watched, heart bleeding. Everyone from the Long family was crying tears of blood. Heaven and earth mourned—the two sacred beasts were suffering, and all creation felt their pain.
But Harlan Yanro didn’t show a shred of mercy. These two beasts were the perfect props for him to flex his power.
“Not dead yet?!” Harlan snorted, unleashing his wildest strike yet. The world itself seemed ready to collapse, everything roaring in agony. The Long family could only fall to their knees, praying for a miracle.
Ethan Xiao was still at it, sneering, “Didn’t you say that bastard Ling Feng went to get help? Where is he? I don’t see anyone coming!”
“Yeah, I don’t see anyone! What, did his backup fall into a latrine or something? Hahaha!”
“Probably got fed to the dogs! Rescue? More like a joke!”
“Haha, let’s finish off this dragon and phoenix first, then wipe out every last Long. Damn, just thinking about it is pure bliss—so satisfying!”
The Ouyang clan started shouting too, joining the chaos. All the evil in their hearts was spilling out—everyone wanted to rush in and kill a couple themselves. And let’s not forget, the Long family’s women were famous beauties in the Immortal Domain. Who wouldn’t want to score one or two for themselves?
But right then, mysterious halos flashed in the distance, and a booming voice shook the land.
“Who said the Glass Pavilion got fed to the dogs? Whoever said that, step forward right now—I’ll skin you alive!”
“Wait, what? The Glass Pavilion—the Number One Holy Land in the Immortal Domain?”
“Is that the Pavilion Master, Jin Liuli? Did Ling Feng actually bring in the holy land’s people? No way—is this for real?”
“Did I hear that right? The Glass Pavilion hasn’t made a move in fifty years. Why would they show up for some Earth-born bastard and go against the Huangfu clan? Are they really gonna disrespect Young Master Harlan?”
Everyone was stunned—no one expected the holy land’s people to show up, let alone roll in with almost their entire force. At least a hundred Glass Pavilion experts, all Earth Immortals, and not just any Earth Immortals either. Each one had a holy halo above their head, meaning they were heaven-favored. Even a Heavenly Immortal like Harlan Yanro wouldn’t mess with them lightly—unless his power was maxed out.
Just as the Glass Pavilion arrived, Ling Feng, Long Chanjun, and Xiao Linglong showed up on the outskirts too.
“Harlan Yanro, the Number One Holy Land in the Immortal Domain is here—aren’t you going to show some respect? You think breaking into the Heavenly Immortal realm makes you a god? As long as you’re still in the Immortal Domain, you play by the rules. Even if all four clan heads showed up, they’d mind their manners in front of the holy land’s people. And you—waving your sword in their faces? You’ve got some nerve!” Ling Feng’s voice rang out, every word cutting Harlan to the bone.
“You bastard—how dare you talk to me like that!” Harlan Yanro was about to explode. He’d come fully prepared to wipe out the Longs and make a name for himself, but now this? He hated it. No way was a Heavenly Immortal going to bow down just because Ling Feng mouthed off. He glared at the Glass Pavilion crowd and shouted, “I’m a Heavenly Immortal! Not even the Glass Pavilion can boss me around! Get lost—all of you!”
Just as the Glass Pavilion appeared, Ling Feng, Long Chanjun, and Xiao Linglong showed up on the outskirts too.
“Harlan Yanro, the Number One Holy Land in the Immortal Domain is here—aren’t you going to show some respect? You think breaking into the Heavenly Immortal realm makes you a god? As long as you’re still in the Immortal Domain, you play by the rules. Even if all four clan heads showed up, they’d mind their manners in front of the holy land’s people. And you—waving your sword in their faces? You’ve got some nerve!” Ling Feng’s voice rang out, every word cutting Harlan to the bone.
“You bastard—how dare you talk to me like that!” Harlan Yanro was about to explode. He’d come fully prepared to wipe out the Longs and make a name for himself, but now this? He hated it. No way was a Heavenly Immortal going to bow down just because Ling Feng mouthed off. He glared at the Glass Pavilion crowd and shouted, “I’m a Heavenly Immortal! Not even the Glass Pavilion can boss me around! Get lost—all of you!”