The sky had turned completely black. Clouds boiled like a cauldron of wrath. In the heart of the chaos stood Chu Feng, cloaked in black lightning, his eyes glowing like twin stars of judgment. Across from him floated Xu Yang, radiating divine calm, encased in a golden aura that pulsed with the power of celestial laws.
The battlefield lay suspended between realms—half of it scorched by black thunder, the other half perfectly preserved by Xu Yang's divine order. A clash of chaos and harmony. Of fury and perfection.
> "You've grown," Xu Yang said coldly, his voice echoing across dimensions. "But still unrefined. Power without law is just destruction."
> "And law without purpose is a prison," Chu Feng replied, his aura surging. "Today, I'll break the chains you worship."
With no warning, they moved.
BOOM!
The heavens cracked. Chu Feng shot forward like a thunderbolt, fist wrapped in swirling black lightning. Xu Yang responded with a calm gesture, forming a sigil of the Celestial Domain. Their collision sent out a shockwave that turned mountains into dust.
Chu Feng didn't stop—he vanished and reappeared above Xu Yang, striking down with the Black Thunder Seal. Xu Yang raised his hand, invoking the Heavenly Mirror, a shield forged from pure law. The moment the thunder touched it, reality bent.
CRACK!
The mirror fractured.
> "Impossible," Xu Yang whispered, feeling the tremor of instability within his law-bound soul. "No one breaks the Mirror of Origin."
> "I'm not no one," Chu Feng said. "I'm the consequence."
He swung again, his movements faster than thought. Thunder roared, dragons shrieked. Xu Yang gritted his teeth and released his Dimensional Slash—a blade formed from the edges of space-time itself.
It tore across the battlefield—
SSSHHHING!
—slicing through clouds, vaporizing entire mountains, even cutting into Chu Feng's shoulder. Blood sprayed—but instead of red, it was laced with lightning.
Chu Feng staggered, but laughed.
> "Nice trick. Here's mine—"
He slammed both fists together, forming the Storm Core, a swirling vortex of dark thunder that consumed the very laws around it.
Xu Yang's eyes narrowed. He summoned the Twelve Golden Spheres of Cosmic Judgment, each pulsing with a law of existence: Time, Gravity, Light, Death, Life...
> "By the Divine Edict," Xu Yang muttered, "I banish the storm."
FWOOOM!
The spheres launched at Chu Feng like shooting stars, each one enough to collapse an entire realm.
But Chu Feng didn't move. Instead, he whispered something—an ancient chant in a forgotten tongue.
> "Ka ra zhun lun... shai noor... tiara fel."
Suddenly, from behind him, a Black Thunder Phoenix rose—huge, screaming, born of vengeance and skyfire. The spheres struck it—
BAAAMMM!
—and exploded, but the Phoenix didn't fall. It absorbed the energy, grew larger, and screamed at the heavens.
Then it dove.
Straight toward Xu Yang.
BOOOOOOM!!!
A crater tore open in the sky itself. Xu Yang was forced to unleash his Final Law – Celestial Collapse, sacrificing a third of his soul essence to stabilize his domain. The skies twisted into golden latticework, halting the Phoenix... barely.
> "You're forcing my hand, Chu Feng!" Xu Yang roared, his divine form cracking.
> "That's the point," Chu Feng whispered back, stepping from the smoke with burning wings of black lightning. "You all think you're untouchable. I'm here to remind you—you're not gods. You're cowards."
And with that, he raised his final weapon: The Stormbreaker Spear—now twice its size, pulsing with void thunder, echoing with the cries of extinct heavens.
Xu Yang, battered and burning, summoned his last card—the Ethereal Crown, the manifestation of his perfect Dao.
A final silence.
And then—
They clashed.
KA-BOOOOM!!!
The heavens bled light and darkness. Stars flickered. Realms below collapsed from the force. For a moment, it felt like the entire universe held its breath.
When the light faded...
Only one figure remained standing in the skies.
Chu Feng.
Barely alive. Knees trembling. But his eyes still blazed.
Xu Yang had fallen—his divine body shattered, fragments of gold falling like rain.
> "It's not over," Chu Feng murmured, coughing blood. "But one has fallen... and many more must follow."
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End of Chapter 4.