Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao
Chapter 264: Arthur Vs Thomas, One Move!

Chapter 264: Arthur Vs Thomas, One Move!

"If you are strong enough then you might be worthy to have me use my Martial Spirit."

The challenge hung in the air like a weight, and Thomas, although shaken, found a spark of defiance in his chest.

"Then I will," he said, his voice barely audible over the hum of power that surrounded him. With a determined expression, he began to push the limits of his technique even further.

The Tai Chi diagram shifted, and the energy exploded outward in a shockwave that sent ripples through the air.

The ground cracked and shattered beneath the force, and the sky above seemed to darken as if reacting to the sheer weight of Thomas’s power.

It was a sight that would have made any lesser cultivator quake in their boots, but Arthur remained calm, standing unbothered by the chaotic display of energy.

As the force of the technique reached its peak, Arthur’s eyes flickered with an understanding of the situation.

He could feel the power of the Tai Chi diagram, the delicate balance of forces within it.

He understood the complexities of what Thomas was attempting to do—he could see through the technique as if it were laid bare before him.

"Interesting," Arthur murmured. "You think power alone can win this fight? Very well, I will show you the difference between power and understanding."

Arthur raised his hand slowly, and the air around him began to distort. A wave of sword intent, pure and unrelenting, surged forward like a tidal wave crashing into a cliff.

It was not a simple strike or an attack; it was the manifestation of the Sword Dao, a concept Arthur had mastered to the very peak of the concept level.

His comprehension of the Dao of the sword was far beyond anything Thomas could comprehend.

A mighty, overwhelming sword concept materialized around Arthur, its presence like the very essence of the sword itself, honed to perfection.

It was a concept so great, so overbearing, that even the Elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect were left speechless. The sheer aura of the sword seemed to cut through the air itself, bending reality around it.

"Impossible," one of the elders whispered, eyes wide in disbelief. "He... he has mastered the sword concept to its peak. No one in this realm, not even a Martial Ancestor, could achieve such a feat."

The sword concept formed a brilliant blade in the air, one that radiated with the energy of the universe.

Its presence was so strong that even the Compass of Destiny seemed to waver in the face of it. Arthur’s power, his understanding of the Dao, was so far beyond Thomas’s that it made the latter’s efforts seem insignificant.

Thomas felt the oppressive force of the sword concept bearing down on him, and his knees buckled slightly under the weight of it. He could feel the pressure in his chest, the cold sweat on his forehead.

This was no ordinary technique—this was the very essence of the Sword Dao, an understanding that transcended all of existence. The overwhelming force made him question everything he had ever known about martial arts.

A dead silence filled the battlefield as Arthur stood calmly, golden-blue eyes fixed on Thomas.

The world around them seemed to hold its breath. Across from him, Thomas’s robe fluttered in the wind, his hands glowing with a powerful, ancient aura.

His Taichi Technique had reached its peak, and the energy around him crackled with killing intent.

Arthur, on the other hand, stood without a blade. He merely extended his finger, sword-like, his presence ethereal. His long white and gold hair shimmered under the sunlight, each colored strand whispering the stories of countless realities. His aura was calm, yet terrifying—like the surface of a silent lake hiding an endless abyss.

Thomas’s gaze narrowed. He felt like he was standing opposite a god. The air grew heavy with tension, and then—they moved.

Thomas roared and pushed his palm forward. A blinding light burst from his hand as a massive palm appeared in the void above Arthur.

It rumbled like thunder, surging toward Arthur with the strength to crush mountains. It wasn’t just a physical attack. Arthur instantly sensed the truth—the palm could suppress both the body and the soul.

’A technique that crosses the boundary of matter and spirit... interesting,’ Arthur thought, calmly.

He lifted his finger slightly, and a thin sword-light shot out, clashing against the incoming palm.

Boom!

The void trembled. The sword-light trembled as well, and to Arthur’s surprise, its power weakened by nearly one-third.

’This isn’t just a palm strike. His Martial Spirit must be enhancing the attack,’ Arthur analyzed. His eyes briefly flickered with interest. ’That means... he’s using the Destiny Compass.’

As the giant palm pressed down, Arthur’s clothes fluttered under the weight of the pressure. But his expression remained unchanged.

’Since that’s the case...’ Arthur muttered.

He stepped forward slowly.

*Boom!*

The moment his foot touched the ground, a ripple spread across space itself.

The void trembled, but Arthur’s sword-light didn’t just regain its power—it became sharper, faster, more profound.

He had infused the sword concept with another power.

The power of Fate.

No one else could sense it. No one else could understand it.

But Arthur had already comprehended a thread of the Fate Dao—a power that even the immortals above dared not meddle with lightly.

The sword-light clashed with the massive palm.

Crack!

The palm began to fracture.

"What?!" Thomas exclaimed.

Before he could react, the palm shattered like glass, and the sword-light raced through the air like a divine judgment.

His Taichi diagram, usually impenetrable, rose before him in defense. But it was no use. The sword-shadow pierced through it like paper, striking Thomas in the chest. His armor cracked, shattered, and was torn apart in a flash.

Bang!

Thomas flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth. He crashed onto the ground several meters away, coughing violently. His limbs trembled, and his vision blurred.

His senses... were dulling.

He tried to sit up, but a strange pressure lingered inside his body. It was not just pain. It was like something was pulling his soul.

’What... was that...?’ Thomas’s eyes widened. At the moment Arthur’s attack struck him, he had seen something.

A shadow.

A massive shadow behind Arthur. It had no shape, no clear form, but it felt endless—as if it stood at the top of existence, watching all things from above.

His Martial Spirit, the Destiny Compass, had trembled. Trembled in fear.

’That attack... that wasn’t just Sword Qi. What sort of power was that?’

Thomas’s mind spun. He had spent his life cultivating the path of destiny. And yet, at that moment, he felt like a child staring at the stars.

The ground near Arthur was cracked but calm. The battle had ended in a single exchange.

Gasps echoed from the crowd watching from afar. Many cultivators stood in silence, their eyes wide in disbelief.

"He... defeated Thomas with one finger...?" someone whispered.

"No... it wasn’t just a finger. That was a Dao concept... but I’ve never seen one like it."