Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate

Meanwhile, far off on the battlefield where only Nirvana Peering realm powerhouses dared to fight, Sun Tianlin and Bo Luncang were going all out.

Every time their weapons clashed, the sky shook and the ground split open. It was like the end of the world with every blow—lightning storms, fire swirling through the clouds, and winds that could tear mountains apart.

The leftover shockwaves from their fight blasted huge chunks of the land into deep craters. Some were so big that when water poured in, they turned into brand-new oceans.

Bo Luncang glanced at Sun Tianlin, who was clearly worn down, and laughed coldly. "Just give it up already! We demons are taking the Profound Jade Immortal Domain, whether you like it or not!"

"You really think your so-called Nirvana Cleansing realm big shots can stop us?" he sneered.

"I know for a fact your side doesn't have anyone in the Void Tribulation realm."

"Be smart about this—if you agree to switch sides and become a demonic cultivator, I'll even speak to the Demon Lord for you. I can get you a nice spot in the ranks," he added with a smug grin, swinging his weapon again with deadly force.

But Sun Tianlin didn't flinch. His face was cold as ice, and the killing intent in his eyes could freeze rivers.

"Bo Luncang, you don't get to decide what we have or don't have in the Profound Jade Immortal Domain."

"As for becoming a demonic cultivator? Keep dreaming."

He gripped his saber tighter, voice filled with fury. "This ends here. You die today!"

But this wasn't just a battle between two powerful fighters. For Sun Tianlin, it was personal.

He was still hunting for the one who killed his three sons. And standing right in front of him—Bo Luncang—was his top suspect. The only one with the power to wipe out his boys and everyone around them in an instant.

"Hahaha! You won't cry till you see your own coffin, huh?" Bo Luncang laughed like a madman, swinging his weapon with wild force, not giving Sun Tianlin a single moment to breathe.

The two of them were locked in a brutal fight—strike after strike, blow after blow. Neither one could pull ahead. They blocked, dodged, and countered each other so fast it looked like lightning crashing against fire.

But even in the middle of the chaos, Sun Tianlin made his move.

He quietly activated the Dragon Phoenix Heavenly Compass—an ancient tool tied to the laws of cause and effect. It didn't just track events—it could trace fate itself.

Sun Tianlin was desperate for answers. He thought Bo Luncang was the one who killed his three sons… but he needed proof. Real proof.

So, while their weapons clashed, he secretly guided the compass with his spiritual energy. If Bo Luncang had anything to do with the deaths, the compass would point it out.

But the result shocked him.

There was nothing—no connection. No cause. No effect.

Bo Luncang had nothing to do with their deaths.

What? It wasn't him? Sun Tianlin's heart skipped a beat.

His mind spun. If Bo Luncang didn't do it… then who did? Who else had the strength to wipe out his sons and their guards in an instant?

Rage burned hotter in his chest. His thoughts were a storm, and the confusion only made it worse.

If not him… then who!? he growled in his mind, and his attacks suddenly got more violent—wild, reckless, like he didn't care if he lived or died anymore.

At the same time, his shout boomed out across the battlefield:

"ATTACK!"

The order shot through the air like thunder, reaching the cultivator army from the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star.

"Master Tianlin has given the order—begin the battle!" barked Sun Liu, eyes flashing with focus. He drew his immortal weapon with a sharp clang and raised it high, the steel catching the pale light.

"Master Tianlin has ordered—begin the battle!" the other leaders echoed, their calls rolling across the frozen land.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Wipe out every last demon!"

"Flying treasure users, stay in the back and strike from range! Body cultivators—go in head-first!"

The battle plan kicked into gear. The million-strong cultivator army surged forward like a tidal wave.

Across the field, the demon army wasn't about to back down.

"The human rats are coming! My demon brothers—follow me! Slaughter them until the skies go black!"

The demon army's deputy commander didn't hesitate. His voice cut through the noise like a blade, and his warriors roared in response.

In seconds, the battlefield exploded into motion.

On one side, a million human cultivators charged forward, glowing weapons raised high.

On the other, a sea of demons and demonic beasts screamed and howled as they rushed to meet them.

The two sides crashed into each other almost instantly.

It happened so fast, you could barely register it—one second they were charging, the next they were already tearing into each other. Teeth and claws, blades and fists—it all came together in a storm of chaos. The air shook with the sounds of battle: metal slicing, people yelling, demons roaring.

Right at the front, the fiercest fighters led the charge. Vajra demons—huge, armored brutes—clashed with body cultivators, warriors who'd trained their bodies to be tougher than steel. Every hit sent shockwaves rippling out, and waves of raw qi and blood energy filled the air like a thick, choking mist.

Just behind them, spellcasters on both sides kept hammering away with their techniques. Flashes of light and dark power streaked through the sky as they aimed for weak spots in the enemy lines.

In just a few heartbeats, the ground was littered with bodies.

The frontlines were taking the worst of it. Vajra demons and body cultivators were dropping fast—they were strong, sure, but they were also the ones absorbing the first wave of every deadly attack.

And both sides knew that. Special attacks had been prepared just for this purpose. Sharp weapons designed to cut through hardened flesh. Spells meant to tear down defenses. Even poisons hidden in the chaos. Everything the Great Dao could offer came raining down in brutal, unforgiving waves.

No matter how tough your body was, if you were standing on the front lines today, you weren't safe.

Off in the sky, Mo Hao's eyes lit up as he watched the fight erupt. A huge grin stretched across his face.

"It's started! Jiang Chen, don't come after me—I've got this covered!" he shouted, already diving straight into the mess below.

"Don't worry, I'm not following," Jiang Chen replied with a smirk, staying where he was, hovering calmly above the chaos. He watched Mo Hao disappear into the battlefield, the grin on his face only growing.

Mo Hao's flashy entrance didn't go unnoticed.

Right away, people in the Transcendence realm from both sides—the demons and the humans—started watching him closely.

After all, Mo Hao was a Transcendence realm cultivator. If he started attacking lower-level fighters—people in the First or Second Step of the Cultivation Path—it'd be like chopping down chickens with a butcher's knife. Way too easy.

But the real problem? No one knew which side he was actually on.

Was he fighting for his own race? Or had he joined the demons? Nobody could tell. So both armies kept a sharp eye on him.

Then, just as the chaos of battle deepened, Mo Hao vanished.

Well, not really. He hid his aura and changed his appearance, blending into the mess of battle like a ghost. He slipped into the fight among the Dao Palace realm cultivators—people way below his own level.

None of them had a clue who he really was. They just thought he was one of them. Both demons and humans on the battlefield took him at face value—just another mid-level cultivator in the storm.

But up in the sky, the sharp-eyed Transcendence realm powerhouses were catching on.

Sun Liu and a few others noticed something was off.

"What's he doing?" one of them muttered, eyebrows pulling together.

"He's Transcendence realm. Why's he messing around with Dao Palace realm fighters? He should be fighting his equals—no matter what side he's on."

"Is he just hunting weaklings? Picking off easy targets on purpose?"

The more they watched, the more confused they got. And it showed. People were squinting, muttering to each other, clearly unsure of what Mo Hao was really up to.

The demon army thought he was a human preparing to wipe them out.

The human cultivators thought he'd betrayed them and was now killing his own.

Either way, things were heating up fast.

From both sides, one powerful figure each—a Transcendence realm cultivator—launched into the air and flew straight toward Mo Hao, ready to confront him.

Fate must've been smiling on him though, because both were only Early-stage Transcendence realm.

And for someone like Mo Hao?

That was exactly the kind of opponent he could handle without breaking a sweat.

Right then, only Jiang Chen knew what Mo Hao was really up to.

He wasn't just blending in—he was putting on a show. Mo Hao was pretending to be weak, hiding his real power on purpose. Why? Because he was fishing for rewards from the system—and the flashier the act, the bigger the payout.

Jiang Chen hovered high above, watching it all unfold with a knowing smirk.

He's starting low, with the Dao Palace realm guys, on a battlefield this massive? Yeah… he must be starving for those system bonuses. Probably hoping one good streak will snowball into a huge power-up.

He shook his head slightly.

Smart move… but unlucky for him, I'm done playing nice. It's time to cut down another so-called "protagonist."

A cold light flickered in Jiang Chen's eyes. He slowly raised his right hand—and shhk!—a silver immortal sword shimmered into existence, like it had been hiding in another dimension, waiting for his call.

Then—

BOOM!

A massive shockwave exploded out from him as his full power, the aura of a Nirvana Peering realm cultivator, surged across the battlefield like a tidal wave.

The noise was deafening. But after it hit… silence.

The entire battlefield, which had been roaring with war cries and explosions just seconds ago, suddenly froze—like the whole world had stopped breathing.