Chapter 967

Nan Xiaoniao/Wu exclaimed: "Then doesn't that make him invincible?"

Ye Hei shook his head: "It's not that simple. Though the Mirage Dragon Mirror is powerful, it isn't invincible. There has never been an invincible technique in the world—only invincible people."

Nan Xiaoniao/Wu and Kino Momo knew little about the path of cultivation; they only listened, bewildered and half-understanding.

"No!"

Suddenly, a scream echoed from the void.

Yang Jian clutched his eye, blood oozing steadily through the gaps between his fingers.

"How could your Heavenly Eye be stronger than mine!"

"I am Yang Jian! You, demon—how did you obtain my bloodline's Heavenly Eye?"

He simply could not believe what he saw.

The Heavenly Eye born of his parents' bloodline was his pride, the one and only of its kind in the Three Realms.

Its destruction immortal light had never met an equal, earning him his mighty reputation.

Now he had lost!

Defeated by a counterfeit.

And worse—the counterfeit possessed a Heavenly Eye even more authentic than his own! He could not accept it!

It was more painful than death itself.

How could a lowly wild demon possess a Heavenly Eye meant only for heavenly gods?!

Yang Jian sneered: "So it's true—even if you can mimic all things, you cannot mimic a Heavenly Eye born of bloodline. You've lost, wild demon. Reveal your true form!"

He swung his divine weapon, advancing step by step.

Yang Jian roared: "You're the wild demon, demon monster! Even if you have the Heavenly Eye, you can never possess my divine bloodline! Fight again!"

Swinging their weapons, the two clashed once more.

But this time, the outcome became clear quickly.

Because in the Heavenly Eye duel, Yang Jian had been wounded—a wound that struck his very origin, rendering all his divine arts and techniques useless, leaving him swiftly on the defensive, being beaten down.

The more he fought, the more stifled and perilous it became.

"Stop, both of you."

Zhang Taixuan, sensing the moment was ripe, suddenly spoke, raising his hand—the Star-Scaling Ruler shot forth, striking precisely where their divine weapons met.

Both Yang Jian and Yang Jian felt a tremendous force surge through them; their divine weapons nearly slipped from their grasp, and they were flung backward.

"Who are you?"

"Do you also intend to interfere in our battle?"

Yang Jian frowned.

This man was too strong.

Though he shared the same realm, he felt profoundly dangerous.

Yang Jian the Manifest Holy True Lord's reputation was not merely granted by the Jade Emperor—it was earned through his own strength, crushing countless demons and monsters.

Having endured hundreds of battles, his instincts were razor-sharp.

He had avoided confronting this man earlier precisely because of this.

Now, this man's action had directly confirmed his suspicions.

A single strike had separated them—and repelled them both.

Such power could not belong to an unknown figure in the Three Realms.

Yang Jian also pondered, speculating on Zhang Taixuan's identity.

"Don't bother guessing," Zhang Taixuan retracted the Star-Scaling Ruler. "I am not from your world—I am from another realm. No matter how long you think, you will never guess my identity."

"Another realm?"

Yang Jian and Yang Jian exchanged a glance, their brows tightening further.

"How could someone of only Jin Xian realm cross the Chaos to reach our world?"

Zhang Taixuan sighed, unimpressed: "Very well. Words won't convince you. Let strength do the talking."

He raised the Star-Scaling Ruler and swung it casually—a massive Chaos Seal flew out, slamming toward the two.

The Tenth Seal of Chaos, ten-billion-fold critical strike—boosting the power of his attack to its absolute peak.

Twenty-five yuanhui of magic power, amplified to its utmost, lent this strike a trace of Da Luo divine might—as if capable of splitting heaven and earth.

Boom—

Immortal light spread, Chaos energy entwined—and in the next instant, Yang Jian and Yang Jian had vanished from the spot.

Su Xiao: "It's over. I knew Brother Taixuan was strong, but I never imagined he'd reached this level."

Nan Xiaoniao/Wu gasped: "This big brother is incredibly strong!"

Kino Momo nodded: "Yes."

Xiao Yan was utterly stunned: "Those two were the Second Son God!"

Zhang Taixuan smiled: "They're probably not high-tier world's Second Son God—too weak."

As he spoke.

The figures of Yang Jian and Yang Jian reappeared; upon hearing this, they twitched their lips, unable to accept it.

In the Three Realms, they were sovereigns—mythical figures undefeated across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

Yet now, they were called—too weak.

Yet upon reflection, it made some sense.

This man was simply too powerful.

One strike, and they were reduced to ash.

.............. requesting flowers.........

Zhang Taixuan looked at the two and said, "You've both walked the arena—return to your respective realms."

Yang Jian and the Erlang Shen exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

Previously, they had still harbored the desire to win.

Now, having been defeated in a single blow by Zhang Taixuan, they felt listless and had no further wish to fight.

With that thought, the arena vanished.

Su Xiao: "Back we are. Two Erlang Shens, do you understand now? You are not from the same world!"

Yang Jian: "So, he too is Erlang Shen Yang Jian?"

Erlang Shen: "Hmph, no doubt about it. And you'd better change your name—I can only call myself Yang Jian!"

Yang Jian: "You've already lost. Even if you are the Yang Jian of that world, you have no right to use this name anymore."

Erlang Shen: "Lost? Without testing the Heavenly Eye, who won or lost would still be undecided after days of battle!"

Su Xiao: "Enough! What's the point of fighting further? By the way, what are the distinctive features of your two worlds?"

Erlang Shen: "Distinctive features? Why does Miss ask this?"

Yang Jian: "Indeed."

Xiao Yan: "Of course, we're guessing your identities based on your world's characteristics."

Su Xiao: "Across the myriad realms, there are too many Erlang Shens—I don't know how your world's storylines unfold."

Yang Jian: "Storylines?"

Su Xiao: "You know about folk tales and operas, right?"

Yang Jian: "I'm familiar with those—what's the connection?"

Erlang Shen: "Though I've long dwelled in the Heavenly Court, I'm aware of changes among mortals—I've heard of operas and folk tales. Could these be connected to us?"

Su Xiao: "Exactly. Your stories have spread across the myriad realms and are well known among members of our chat group. If we know your identities, perhaps we can deduce the original trajectory of your world's narrative."

Su Xiao: "Originally, the development of your world's story."