Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao
Chapter 259: One Move!

Chapter 259: One Move!

Arthur stood at the center of the arena, his golden eyes calm as he gazed at the remaining contestants. The tension in the air was thick, and the pressure he emitted made even the strongest of them hesitate.

"I will give you all a chance. Use your strongest abilities and attack me together," Arthur declared, his voice carrying across the battlefield.

A brief silence followed his words, then, seven figures stepped forward. Each of them came from the strongest sects in the Mortal Emperor World.

"The Thunder God Sect!"

"The Fire Spirit Sect!"

"The Cloud Mist Sect!"

"The Crimson Blade Sect!"

"The Green Lotus Sect!"

"The Yin-Yang Sect!"

"The Beast Tamer Sect!"

The seven cultivators radiated powerful auras, their bodies pulsing with energy. They had all reached the peak of the Martial King Realm, and each had forged a seven-star foundation, one step away from breaking into the Martial Emperor Realm.

Arthur simply stood there, his robe flowing in the wind. His expression was indifferent, as if this battle was beneath him.

A man from the Thunder God Sect took a step forward. Bolts of lightning crackled around him as his martial spirit, the Thunder Dragon, manifested behind him.

"Prince Arthur, even you cannot take on all of us at once!" he shouted, his voice like thunder.

A woman from the Fire Spirit Sect sneered. "He is too arrogant. Let’s see if he can survive our combined attack!"

At that moment, the seven cultivators unleashed their martial spirits. A storm dragon, a phoenix of flames, a mist serpent, a crimson blade phantom, a green lotus, a yin-yang shadow, and a massive lion appeared in the sky, roaring in unison.

The entire arena trembled under the power of their combined presence.

Arthur’s gaze remained calm. ’So this is the best they have to offer?’ He exhaled lightly, his breath carrying an invisible force that made the air around him tremble.

"Attack!" the Thunder God Sect cultivator roared.

In an instant, seven ultimate techniques were unleashed.

The Thunder God Sect disciple summoned a thousand bolts of lightning, forming a divine spear that descended from the sky.

The Fire Spirit Sect expert created a sea of flames, turning the battlefield into a scorching inferno.

The Cloud Mist Sect disciple summoned a thick fog that twisted and turned, concealing deadly wind blades within.

The Crimson Blade Sect cultivator’s sword turned blood-red, slicing through space itself.

The Green Lotus Sect disciple activated his sect’s strongest technique, causing giant green lotuses to bloom, each carrying destructive energy.

The Yin-Yang Sect expert formed a massive yin-yang diagram in the air, ready to trap Arthur within its cycle of destruction.

The Beast Tamer Sect disciple roared, his martial spirit lion pouncing forward with enough force to shatter mountains.

The combined might of their attacks turned the sky dark, shaking the very foundation of the arena.

Yet, Arthur remained still.

As the attacks closed in, he finally raised his hand. A golden light flickered in his palm, and with a simple wave, an overwhelming force erupted from his body.

BOOM!

A golden barrier formed around him, effortlessly blocking the attacks. The divine spear of lightning shattered. The sea of flames was extinguished. The wind blades lost their force. The crimson sword’s slash was deflected. The green lotuses withered in an instant. The yin-yang diagram crumbled, and the lion was sent flying back.

Everything was destroyed with a single motion.

The seven cultivators coughed up blood as they were thrown back, crashing onto the ground. Their martial spirits flickered, barely maintaining form.

The audience was in complete shock.

"Impossible! How can he block all of those attacks so easily?!"

"That was the combined strength of seven peak Martial Kings!"

"He didn’t even move from his spot!"

Arthur lowered his hand, his gaze sweeping over his defeated opponents.

"Is this all you have?" His voice was calm, but it carried a terrifying pressure.

The seven cultivators trembled. They had gone all out, yet their strongest attacks couldn’t even force him to take a single step back. The difference in strength was beyond what they could comprehend.

Meanwhile, the remaining seventeen contestants, including Anastasia, Balor, Luke, Sun Wukong, and the imperial princes, watched the scene unfold without moving. They had chosen not to attack, knowing that even if they combined their efforts, the result would be the same.

Zaith Asura smirked. "This is why I didn’t bother attacking. The outcome was obvious."

Sun Wukong folded his arms. "He’s not even taking this seriously yet. If he was, those seven would be dead."

Prince Kalius clenched his fists, his pride wounded. Prince Julius, Prince Xavier, and Prince Cedric exchanged glances, understanding that their competition with Arthur was meaningless.

Arthur sighed. "Since you are no longer able to fight, leave the stage."

The seven cultivators gritted their teeth, but they knew there was no point in continuing. They had lost.

One by one, they stood up and left the arena, leaving only the seventeen who had not attacked.

Arthur turned his gaze towards them. "Now then... who among you still dares to challenge me?"

The entire coliseum fell silent.

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Chapter 259: The Final Clash Begins

Arthur stood at the center of the battlefield, his robes fluttering as a sharp gust of wind swept through the arena. His golden eyes scanned the twenty-four remaining opponents. The tension in the air was thick, the pressure of countless martial spirits clashing against one another.

His voice rang out, calm yet filled with authority.

"Use your strongest abilities and attack together. This is your last chance to prove yourselves."

The crowd watching from the stands held their breath. Was Arthur underestimating his opponents? Even though he had dominated the earlier rounds, the remaining contenders were all top-tier geniuses from the most powerful sects and kingdoms. Each of them was at the peak of the Martial King Realm, standing on the threshold of the Martial Emperor Realm.

Seven warriors immediately stepped forward, their auras flaring like raging storms.

"The Thunder God Sect!"

"The Fire Spirit Sect!"

"The Cloud Mist Sect!"

"The Crimson Blade Sect!"

"The Green Lotus Sect!"

"The Yin-Yang Sect!"

"The Beast Tamer Sect!"

These seven sects represented some of the most feared cultivators across the continent. Their disciples had forged their foundations to perfection, reaching the Seven-Star Foundation level, a realm few could achieve before stepping into the Martial Emperor Realm.

The moment they moved, their martial spirits exploded into existence.

A massive golden thunder dragon coiled around the disciple from the Thunder God Sect, its eyes crackling with lightning. The Fire Spirit Sect’s representative summoned a blazing phoenix, its wings spreading an intense heatwave. The Cloud Mist Sect’s genius conjured a towering mist serpent, its body shifting between illusion and reality.

From the Crimson Blade Sect, a warrior wielded a crimson sword spirit, radiating bloodlust. The Green Lotus Sect’s contender summoned a divine lotus, exuding endless vitality. The Yin-Yang Sect’s disciple controlled a swirling black-and-white vortex, balancing the two opposing forces of creation and destruction. The Beast Tamer Sect’s genius summoned a ferocious three-headed lion, each mouth roaring with power.

Their combined strength sent tremors through the battlefield. The ground cracked beneath their feet as their martial spirits unleashed devastating energy.

Arthur remained still. His expression was indifferent, but his golden eyes gleamed with interest.

"So this is the strength of the strongest sects?" He whispered.

Without hesitation, the seven launched their attacks.

"Thunder God’s Wrath!"

"Phoenix Immolation!"

"Misty Phantom Slash!"

"Crimson Sword Execution!"

"Green Lotus Divine Purification!"

"Yin-Yang Annihilation!"

"Three-Headed Lion’s Roar!"

A storm of destruction descended upon Arthur. Lightning bolts crashed down, flames erupted, mist blades slashed through the air, and sword energy surged like a tidal wave. The Yin-Yang vortex twisted space itself, while the three-headed lion released a deafening roar, shaking the very fabric of reality.

The combined assault was enough to destroy mountains, shatter cities, and tear apart the heavens.

The audience gasped in horror. Could Arthur survive this?

As the attacks closed in, Arthur finally moved.

His right foot stepped forward, and a golden glow radiated from his body. He raised his hand, and his voice echoed through the battlefield.

"Domain of the Immortal Supreme."

BOOM!

An overwhelming force erupted from Arthur’s body, expanding like an endless sea. The moment the seven attacks entered his domain, they froze in place. The flames stopped burning, the lightning lost its might, and the sword energy collapsed. The mist serpent turned into nothingness, the lotus withered, and the vortex shattered like fragile glass.

The three-headed lion whimpered as it was crushed under the terrifying force.

The seven geniuses coughed out blood, their bodies trembling under the sheer power of Arthur’s domain.

"What... what is this power?!"

"He neutralized all of our attacks?!"

Their eyes were filled with disbelief. They had unleashed their full strength, yet Arthur had crushed them effortlessly.

Arthur’s gaze swept over them. His voice was calm, yet it carried a weight that sent chills down their spines.

"If this is all you have, then you are not worthy."

He flicked his sleeve.

A golden shockwave spread out, sweeping through the battlefield. The seven geniuses were sent flying like broken kites, crashing into the ground outside the arena.

Silence.

The entire coliseum fell into absolute silence.

One move.

Arthur had defeated seven peak Martial Kings with one move.

The remaining seventeen contestants did not attack.

Anastasia, Balor, Luke, Sun Wukong, and the imperial princes—Kalius, Julius, Xavier, and Cedric—stood their ground.

Zaith Asura, Thomas, Crixus, Mark, Gakner, Ava, Kira, Helia, and Qin Tian remained motionless, watching Arthur with cautious eyes.

They were not fools.

Arthur’s power had reached an unfathomable level. If they charged in recklessly, they would only suffer the same fate as the seven who had just fallen.

Arthur turned his gaze toward them. A small smile formed on his lips.

"So... are you just going to stand there?"

End of Chapter 259.