I Become Sect master In Another World-Chapter 154: Judgement From Above

Shaurya and An Ning ready to strike. They were a breath away.

So close that both could feel the heat of the other’s body, the turbulence of aura colliding before fists even moved.

Both clenched their right fists.

Muscles tightened. Veins bulged. Bones screamed.

And then—

They thrust forward at the same time.

BOOOOOOM—!!

Their fists collided head-on.

The air between them detonated.

A violent shockwave erupted outward, ripping across the battlefield in a perfect circle. The ground beneath their feet collapsed instantly, stone exploding outward as a deep crater formed around them. Dust blasted into the air like a rising wall.

For a brief moment—

Nothing could be seen.

Then—

From within the dust—

Shaurya burst out first.

His teeth were clenched, eyes sharp, golden pupils burning. He roared and swung his left fist in a savage arc toward An Ning’s head.

An Ning raised his arm and blocked.

The impact echoed like metal striking stone.

Before Shaurya could pull back—

An Ning stepped in and drove his left fist straight into Shaurya’s chest.

THUD—!!

Shaurya was blasted backward, boots scraping violently across shattered stone as he slid several meters, barely keeping his balance.

An Ning didn’t pause.

He rushed forward and spun, unleashing a brutal back kick.

Shaurya crossed both arms in front of him.

BAM—!!

The kick slammed into his guard and hurled him backward again, arms burning from the impact.

An Ning roared and followed up with a straight punch—

But Shaurya sidestepped at the last instant, the fist tearing through air where his face had been a moment ago.

Shaurya countered immediately—

But An Ning twisted mid-motion, narrowly dodging.

Shaurya anticipated it.

He planted his left foot hard into the ground, stopping his momentum instantly, and lunged forward again.

This time—

He drove his forehead forward.

CRACK—!!

His head slammed into An Ning’s abdomen.

An Ning’s eyes widened as blood burst from his mouth.

Before he could recover—

Shaurya spun low and swept his leg, smashing it into An Ning’s knee.

The impact knocked An Ning off balance.

He dropped toward the ground, one hand slamming down to steady himself—

But Shaurya was already moving.

He placed both palms on the ground, used the momentum of his spin, and kicked forward with both legs at once.

His heels smashed into An Ning’s face and throat.

BOOM—!!

An Ning was blown backward, body twisting uncontrollably as he flipped sideways twice before crashing into the ground.

Shaurya landed on his feet and straightened.

He cracked his knuckles slowly.

A grin spread across his face.

"Now," he said calmly, "this battle is getting fun."

An Ning slammed both hands into the ground and forced himself up, rage burning in his eyes. He stretched his neck once, bones cracking, then looked at Shaurya coldly.

"I’ll turn your fun into hell, boy."

Shaurya laughed.

"Let’s see."

They rushed again.

Fists collided.

Kicks followed.

Elbows. Knees.

Every strike generated shockwaves that blasted dust outward and shattered stone beneath their feet. The ruined battlefield trembled as if under constant bombardment.

An Ning roared and thrust his fist forward—

Shaurya spun, wrapped his arm around An Ning’s wrist, and slammed him face-first into the ground.

CRASH—!!

An Ning coughed blood as his body struck stone.

Shaurya didn’t let go.

He spun with his grip still locked, lifting An Ning and hurling him like a weapon.

An Ning flew through the air—

But twisted mid-flight and landed on his feet, sliding backward across the ground, boots carving long trenches.

He steadied himself, breathing hard.

His head snapped up.

Two fingers rose.

Far away, his sword trembled—

Then tore free from the ground and shot toward him.

Shaurya raised his hand.

From the ruins, the Meteorite Sword ripped free and flew straight into his grasp.

Both caught their blades.

Both clenched the hilts.

An Ning raised his sword high.

"Thousand Death Swords!"

Black spiritual energy exploded outward.

The air behind him distorted as thousands of condensed spiritual swords formed, suspended in the air, vibrating violently.

Shaurya slid his feet back slightly, shifting his grip. He moved his sword from his right hand to his left.

His right fist clenched.

Golden sparks erupted around it. He slightly backed his right fist.

An Ning brought his sword down. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The sky screamed.

Thousands of spiritual swords descended like a storm.

Shaurya roared.

"DRAGON FIST!"

He thrust his fist forward.

A massive golden spiritual dragon erupted from his strike, tearing through the air. The ground cracked violently beneath its release, stone shattering outward in long fractures.

The dragon collided with the falling swords.

One by one—

They shattered.

Cracking. Exploding. Disintegrating into fragments of black light.

An Ning’s eyes widened in shock.

He swung his sword downward—

A heavy vertical slash crashed into the dragon.

BOOOOM—!!

Shockwaves erupted as both forces collided, grinding against each other.

An Ning grit his teeth, pouring more power into his strike.

Shaurya screamed and forced even more energy forward.

The dragon surged.

An Ning was pushed back.

Golden light swallowed him.

BOOOOOOM—!!!

A massive explosion detonated.

Dust swallowed the battlefield once more.

Shaurya exhaled slowly, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow.

His eyes narrowed.

The dust began to clear.

An Ning was revealed—

On one knee.

Both hands gripping his sword, using it as support.

His robe was torn open on the left side. Blood spilled from his mouth and splashed onto the stone floor.

He breathed heavily.

Then vomited blood.

Crimson stained the ground.

Slowly—

He straightened.

He inhaled deeply. Exhaled slowly.

His breathing steadied.

His knuckles whitened around the hilt of his sword, hands trembling—not from fear, but from rage.

He forced a smile.

"You actually managed to keep up with me."

Shaurya smiled back.

"No."

An Ning raised an eyebrow.

Shaurya’s grin widened.

"I managed to beat you."

An Ning’s teeth ground together.

"Very well," he said coldly. "I will crush you."

Black aura erupted violently around him.

Shaurya slowly raised his right hand toward the sky.

His palm opened.

"What a coincidence," he said, voice steady despite the blood on his lips.

"I was also going to say this."

Golden aura began to seep out of his body.

Not explosively—

At first.

It flowed like heat rising from scorched earth, wrapping around his arm, climbing his shoulder, spreading across his chest. The ground beneath his feet trembled faintly, then harder, small stones bouncing as cracks crept outward in jagged lines.

Above them—

The sky of the secret realm shuddered.

A deep, unseen vibration rolled through the secret realm sky, as if something massive had turned over far above.

Golden clouds began to form.

Right above their heads.

The clouds churned violently, spiraling inward. Golden light bled through the darkness, thickening, condensing.

An Ning’s eyes lifted slowly.

His pupils contracted.

Shock flashed across his face.

The pressure descended.

It wasn’t sharp.

It wasn’t violent.

It was absolute.

As if the sky itself was lowering.

Shaurya threw his head back and roared.

"READY TO GET CRUSHED—

SHADOW BLADE AN NING!"

His voice echoed unnaturally, carried by the pressure itself.

"EVERYTHING SUPPRESSING PALM!!"

The clouds parted.

From within them—

A colossal divine golden palm began to descend.

It wasn’t light.

It wasn’t illusion.

It was dense, overwhelming spiritual force shaped into form—veins of golden energy running across its surface, radiating ancient authority. The sheer pressure of its presence crushed the ground beneath it before it even touched.

The battlefield caved inward.

Stone shattered.

The earth screamed.

An Ning felt it instantly.

His knees trembled.

His muscles locked as invisible weight pressed down on his body. His robe snapped violently in the pressure, black aura flaring instinctively to resist.

He clenched his sword.

Black spiritual energy erupted from the blade, violent and furious, wrapping around it like a storm.

He roared.

"SHADOW BLADE ART: WORLD-ENDING NULL SLASH!"

He swung upward.

The blade carved through the air.

A massive black slash tore into the sky, ripping through atmosphere and stone alike. The ground beneath An Ning cracked and lifted, chunks of rock dragged upward as if gravity itself had reversed. The slash howled as it rose, carving a jagged path straight toward the descending palm.

Shaurya slammed his palm downward.

The divine golden palm accelerated.

Like a falling meteor.

The two attacks collided.

BOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!

The impact was instant—and catastrophic.

Shockwaves detonated outward in layered rings, flattening the battlefield. The secret realm trembled violently, mountains in the distance shaking as if struck by an earthquake.

The ground split apart.

A massive crater formed, expanding outward as stone collapsed into itself.

The sky flashed white.

Both Shaurya and An Ning roared, pouring everything they had into the clash.

Golden and black energies ground against each other, screaming, crushing, devouring.

Then—

Light swallowed everything.

Shaurya closed his eyes.

His fist clenched.

Then—

His eyes snapped open.

Golden energy burst from his pupils like molten sunlight.

"This ends here."

"Jai Shree Hari Narayan."

He raised his hand dropped his it again.

The divine palm surged again.

Golden shockwaves erupted from it in violent pulses.

The black slash cracked.

Fractures spread across it like shattered glass.

An Ning’s eyes widened.

For the first time—

True fear.

"No—!!"

The palm crushed through the slash completely.

Then—

It struck the ground.

On him.

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM—!!!!!

A cataclysmic explosion detonated.

Shockwaves tore outward for ten miles, flattening everything in their path. The ground collapsed inward, forming a deep, sprawling valley where the battlefield had once stood.

The secret realm shook violently, space itself groaning under the force.

Barriers flared everywhere.

The instant the cataclysmic explosion erupted, a wall of annihilating force tore outward from the impact point—flattening terrain, ripping stone from the ground, and hurling debris like artillery.

Inside the Sanatan Flame Sect’s position—

Elder Wan’s pupils shrank.

"Not enough time...!"

He stepped forward without hesitation.

His hands moved in a blur.

Exactly the same hand seals.

Exactly the same rhythm.

Exactly the same flow of spiritual energy.

Golden runes flared around his arms as he forcefully poured power outward.

A massive barrier snapped into existence.

It wasn’t improvised.

It was familiar.

The same defensive formation Shaurya had cast earlier.

Elder Wan had memorized it.

Learnt it.

Understood it.

And now—

He recreated it.

"FORM—!!"

The golden barrier expanded violently, layers of light interlocking just as the shockwave slammed into it.

BOOOOOOM—!!!

The barrier howled.

Runes burned white-hot.

Elder Wan was driven to one knee, teeth clenched as blood seeped from the corner of his mouth—but the barrier held.

Just barely.

Behind him, Sanatan Flame Sect, Howling Abyss Sect and Moonlight Pavilion, disciples were thrown off their feet, crashing into one another, coughing violently as the remaining force slipped through like a storm wind.

Farther out—

The two royal families descended into chaos.

"RETREAT—!!"

"FORMATION—NOW!!"

Guards dragged their princes backward while others slammed talismans into the ground, activating emergency arrays. Some were too slow.

Those who failed were flung away like leaves in a storm, bodies tumbling through the air before crashing into the earth.

The shockwave didn’t discriminate.

Stone.

Metal.

Flesh.

Everything was crushed equally.

Dust rose in an endless tide.

The ground continued to collapse inward, forming a massive valley where the battlefield had been. Cracks raced outward for miles, swallowing structures and formations alike.

Inside the barrier, Sanatan Flame Sect disciples stared with wide, unblinking eyes. Some had fallen to their knees without realizing it. Others stood rigid, fists clenched, hearts pounding so loudly they could hear nothing else.

Lin Shu’s hands trembled.

Her eyes searched the dust desperately.

"Shaurya..." she whispered.

Elder Liya’s face was pale.

Elder Wan screamed, pouring more energy into the barrier.

His arms shook violently.

Veins bulged.

But he did not let go.

The barrier flickered—

Then stabilized.

Finally.

The shockwave passed.

The wind died down.

Dust swallowed everything.

Twenty miles of devastation vanished beneath a rolling wall of debris and ash.

The sky darkened.

The realm trembled.

And then—

Only silence.

The dust continued to rise.

And the outcome remained hidden.

TO BE CONTINUED...