Chapter 458: Overstepping with the Phantom Divine Weapon

You can search for "The Ninth Heaven Novel Cool Notes ()" on Baidu to find the latest chapter!

The seasoned experts were all stunned, unable to believe their eyes. They had seen versatile talents before, but never one to this extent.

Of course, there was another possibility—that he was a true genius akin to the Supreme Sage Teacher. Why was the Supreme Sage Teacher so powerful and versatile back then? It wasn’t because he had studied longer, but because his understanding and intuition defied comprehension. Most techniques on this continent, the Supreme Sage Teacher could master nearly flawlessly after a single glance. Without such perception, could the Supreme Sage Teacher have invented runes? Could it be that Wang Feng possessed such insight as well, allowing him to learn Ye Dun’s technique after just one glance?

With the precedent of the Supreme Sage Teacher, this explanation was plausible—yet even more incredible. After all, that was a god. How could a man compare to a god?

The arena fell silent. Those who understood were too shocked to speak, while those who didn’t sat in stunned silence.

On the Rose stands, though no one could clearly see what was happening amid the blur of clashing combatants, the growing dominance of golden light over silver was unmistakable. Famier, Su Yue, Patu, Ning Zhiyuan, and the others, who had been on the edge of their seats, were now bursting with excitement, fists clenched tightly.

They weren’t overthinking it—their minds were filled with just one thought: victory!

Five clones weaved and merged in an instant, converging from all directions as countless blade flashes encircled Ye Dun. Perhaps due to the golden light’s dazzling brilliance, the blade flashes now seemed even more formidable than Ye Dun’s Ten-Blade Flow—ten blades striking in unison!

Zhao Feiyuan’s dark eyes burned with wary intensity and concern. "He’s even faster than Ye Dun was earlier!"

"And his clones are more stable," the Saint remarked, eyes alight. "He’s definitely trained in this. Hah, what is Rose planning?"

Lucky Heaven’s gaze never wavered. Her judgment had always been sharp, rarely mistaken—but if there was one person in this world who repeatedly defied her expectations, it was undoubtedly this Wang Feng. He was a man who thrived on defying expectations. Yet even so, victory remained impossible.

Amid the interlacing golden blade net, the silver light dodged left and right, but the encirclement of the Ten-Blade Flow gradually tightened, cornering it like a rat in a trap.

Everyone’s eyes narrowed slightly—a killing blow!

Hawkland’s eyes were locked on the fight. At his level, he could barely make out the shadows, but that didn’t hinder his assessment of the battle. He was so tense he could barely contain himself, his voice stuck in his throat.

Victory! This is it—victory! Rose wins—

*Boom!*

Ten blade rays pierced through Ye Dun’s body simultaneously. Did it land?

All eyes remained fixed.

It certainly seemed so—the pierced body didn’t feel like an afterimage. The knife met clear resistance, as if striking flesh, and blood even sprayed out. But before Ye Dun’s supporters could gasp, the impaled "Ye Dun" shuddered slightly. Then, the entire world seemed to freeze for an instant. Wang Feng’s lightning-fast ten blades came to a complete standstill, while Ye Dun’s figure floated back untouched, reappearing a dozen meters away.

What was this?

Those who caught that split-second shift were floored.

A substitution technique? Illusion? Shadow clone?

Impossible. The characteristics didn’t match. A substitution would leave a physical body behind, not vanish completely. Illusions or shadow clones couldn’t replicate the sensation of piercing flesh, nor the warped feeling of time freezing.

In truth, very few could sense that momentary "time freeze." To most, it seemed as if nothing had happened—just another overused afterimage.

Even among the ghost-level experts in the VIP seats, many were baffled. Clara frowned, genuinely unable to comprehend how Ye Dun had escaped unscathed despite being struck. The same went for most representatives of factions and families in the stands—though they at least sensed it wasn’t just an afterimage.

Old Wang’s gaze sharpened like a honed blade. His five clones pressed forward without pause, blades weaving another overwhelming net. Yet the result was identical.

Each time the Cicada Wing Knife struck, Ye Dun’s body would shudder. It felt like a hit—yet at the moment of impact, as if manipulating time itself, he would drift away effortlessly, leaving every attack to meet empty air.

One strike, ten strikes, a hundred strikes!

In the blink of an eye, countless attacks had been launched—yet all were dodged the same way. Ye Dun’s body flickered into a hazy state, seemingly unhurried yet impossible to land a blow on.

His figure swayed amid the storm of blade rays like a specter untouchable. No matter how dense or cunning the Ten-Blade Flow’s assault, he emerged unscathed!

What... what ability is this?!

The five shadow clones of Five Shadows Kill had already converged, the attacks in the air ceased to no avail. The two figures slowly separated this time, as if reassessing each other with a newfound understanding. Whether in judgment, speed, talent, strength, or even the solidity of their soul power, the two were perfectly matched.

Even Hei Wu Kai was shocked by Wang Feng's recovery. Even if his Black Hole Syndrome was cured, he had never heard of such a complete recovery. In such a high-intensity battle, Wang Feng continuously executed high-consumption maneuvers without any issues—this was undoubtedly a full recovery. Not only that, but despite his seemingly casual demeanor, he must have secretly put in tremendous effort.

The spectators around the arena were awed despite not understanding, but the true ghost-level experts in the VIP seats knew very well that these two represented the pinnacle of the new generation in the Holy Sanctuary.

Many of the top figures couldn’t help but exchange hushed whispers, their expressions solemn. Even among them, few had truly grasped the details just now, but that didn’t hinder their recognition of these techniques. Wang Feng’s Five Shadows Kill needed no further explanation, but the key was Ye Dun...

"Shadow Dance!"

A trace of astonishment finally surfaced in Li Fusu’s eyes. Even when he had witnessed Ye Dun’s Five Shadows Kill and Ten-Blade Flow earlier, he had merely sighed slightly. As a once-in-a-century prodigy assassin of the Li family, he had achieved similar feats at Ye Dun’s age. But Shadow Dance was different—it was on an entirely different level.

This was no mere afterimage. It was a pinnacle skill that perfectly merged footwork, energy, anticipation, physicality, and even soul state, making him eternally un-lockable and causing all attacks to miss in an instant. It was the ultimate in movement techniques and the peak of assassin defense!

In this world, there were three ultimate defenses.

The first was physical immunity defense, achieved through methods like spatial transference, claiming to defend against all physical attacks. The second was witchcraft immunity defense, akin to Kela’s witchcraft-nullification body, thoroughly rendering all witchcraft ineffective—though Kela’s was only a rudimentary version. However, both these so-called "immunities" had their limits.

Beyond these two, there was an even more absurd defense technique unique to assassins—the Shadow Dance that Ye Dun was currently using, hailed as infinite evasion!

It could evade any attack, whether physical or witchcraft-based. Due to its un-lockable nature, it truly achieved immunity regardless of the attack’s strength, even allowing one to surpass half a realm. It was the life-saving masterpiece of the assassin’s path—strike once and miss, vanish without a trace—a prerequisite for being called a top-tier assassin.

"Holy shit! This Ye Dun is incredible. Wang Feng is in trouble..." Li Xuanyuan’s gaze also froze. If Wang Feng used witchcraft, there might still be a chance. Large-scale, sustained witchcraft might create an opening, especially since Shadow Dance was also highly taxing.

By now, both he and Li Fusu had let go of the idea that "Rose and Zenith had made a secret deal, betraying their teammates." After all, the martial prowess Wang Feng had displayed earlier made it clear that even if Ye Dun had been at Tiger Peak, or even if facing a ghost-level assassin, Wang Feng could confidently say "no witchcraft needed." Thus, the notion of betrayal was baseless. But... who could have expected Ye Dun to be this strong? A Shadow Dance-level assassin! Even among the famed Li Family’s Eight Tigers, renowned for their assassins, only two or three could pull off this move—Li Xuanyuan certainly couldn’t yet.

An assassin who mastered Shadow Dance was virtually unbeatable among peers. Even against stronger opponents of the same level, they could fight to a standstill.

This was one of the ultimate skills of assassins... and it had been mastered by a mere twenty-year-old?

The arena buzzed like a beehive. Those who didn’t understand were anxious, unsure who had the upper hand, while those who did were stunned—awed by Ye Dun’s talent and lamenting Wang Feng’s fate. He, too, was a prodigious genius who could rival Ye Dun, but his hubris had led him to handicap himself...

The outcome was decided!

The two figures in the air stood facing each other. Wang Feng’s face showed no surprise, still calm as ever—perhaps he didn’t fully grasp the significance of Shadow Dance yet.

A confident smile finally appeared on Ye Dun’s face. Yes, under Wang Feng’s pressure, he had successfully executed Shadow Dance—a move he had imagined training a million times in his mind. In that critical moment, it had emerged instinctively. For a genius like him, once was enough—it would only grow more refined from here.

This transformation was worth it! Having an opponent like Wang Feng made it even more worthwhile!

"Wang Feng, this battle will be the starting point of my peak. Losing to Shadow Dance is no shame for you!"

Beneath Ye Dun’s seemingly calm voice lay a hint of sharpening excitement. Enlightenment came in an instant. Many risked everything in trials just to seize that spark of inspiration. In this battle, he had sacrificed one Heavenly Silkworm Transformation, but the gains far outweighed the cost. This stage would forever immortalize his glory and legend.

Wang Feng of Rose, and everything about Thunder Dragon, would become footnotes in his legend.

That barely contained excitement mirrored his soul power at this moment. After a brief gathering, a terrifying force was rapidly accumulating. Ye Dun’s soul power grew even more dazzling, blindingly silver. A torrential surge of soul power, like a bursting dam, continuously poured from his body, seemingly forming a radiant silver orb around him.

The noisy arena fell silent instantly. Even the least perceptive spectators could clearly sense the astonishing energy contained within that silver orb.

Was the final showdown finally here? What kind of move would such immense energy unleash?

The supporters of Zenith Holy Sanctuary were both electrified with anticipation and nervous, their anticipation palpable. No one dared to shout. Ye Dun’s performance had already surpassed their wildest expectations, but Wang Feng was also beyond their comprehension. The outcome of this battle was something they couldn’t possibly predict.

The hearts of the Rose faction were wrenched with tension. Ye Dun’s strength was overwhelming, and judging by the tense expression on Headmaster Hawkland’s face in the VIP seats, it seemed Ye Dun had held the upper hand all along.

Now, facing Ye Dun’s full-powered attack, what would their captain do?

Lao Wang truly hadn't expected this. Truth be told, even after using Heavenly Silkworm Transformation, he still felt Ye Dun was a notch below Hei Wu Kai. But now, putting personal feelings aside, this guy still deserves serious attention.

"Wang Feng, give it everything you've got. This will be your final strike."

Boom!

The surging silver soul force finally reached its peak, suddenly transforming into a storm of silver streaks that exploded midair.

Amidst the dazzling silver light, what appeared before everyone's eyes were hundreds of Ye Dun's figures floating midair!

Tens of thousands of jaws dropped in unison—what in the world is this?!

"A fusion of Shadow Dance and Shadow Kill!" Li Fusu's pupils contracted sharply. Shadow Dance was the peak movement technique, and when combined with Shadow Kill's clones, it created this terrifying blend of real and fake.

Heavenly Shadow Dance Kill!

Hundreds of Ye Duns filled the sky, each one indistinguishable from the real body! Some gripped Cicada Wing Knives, others formed hand-blades. Countless silver streaks and figures filled the air as a chorus of manic laughter erupted.

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The deafening shouts of hundreds of voices crashed like thunderous echoes, and then—

All the figures flickered at once, transforming into a meteor shower of silver streaks, streaking toward Wang Feng.

Heavenly Shadow Dance Kill—Hundredfold Slaughter!

A sky full of streaks, a sky full of attacks—each strike packed devastating force, no frills, just lethal force, comparable to countless ghost-level killing moves. The sheer density alone was enough to make even the mildest sufferers dizzy. The overwhelming coverage, akin to a wizard's area-of-effect annihilation, instantly stunned everyone.

How could such an attack be blocked? How could it be defended against? Even counterattacking was nearly useless—those were hundreds of identical figures. Not only was it impossible to locate the real body, but even if you did, so what? This was Shadow Dance, the untouchable movement art that nullified all attacks!

Famier, Su Yue, and the others were holding their breath. Yin Yue, Xue Zhiyu, and the rest covered their mouths, while Clara gripped the armrests of her chair so tightly she nearly stood up. Hawkland's jaw hung open wide enough to catch flies. *Damn it, if I'd known Ye Dun was this strong, I would've never agreed to the tiebreaker! A draw would've been perfect—hell, I'd have fought dirty to force a tie if I had to! Even sending Wu Di up for a fight would've been better than this!* After all, among the remaining Holy Sanctuary disciples on the field, none should have been on Amogan's level.

Victory was assured!

A trace of relief finally flashed in Fu Changkong's eyes—but in the next second...

Wang Feng, still suspended in midair, grinned and reached out. His palm glowed, the blinding golden light instantly searing many people's "24K gold-plated eyes."

What was that...?

*Hummm~*

A faint, resonant hum emanated from Wang Feng's hand as the dazzling golden light instantly condensed inward, becoming contained within.

A massive broadsword took shape in his grip. As the last glimmer of light receded and the last strand of soul force filled its structure, completing the intricate rune formations, the once-ethereal blade suddenly solidified. Its entire body gleamed with a timeworn bronze sheen, faint golden light swirling within, radiating divine power.

Wang Feng's fingers curled around the long, wide hilt, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

But the entire audience was already stunned speechless.

What… what the hell was that? Where did it come from?

Ordinary Holy Sanctuary disciples were utterly baffled, assuming Wang Feng had just whipped out a soul artifact from some spatial storage. But the high-ranking figures in the stands widened their eyes instantly—even the most hardened experts couldn't help but lose their composure.

"A Phantom Divine Weapon?!"

Shadow Dance alone was shocking enough, but now a Phantom Divine Weapon had appeared too?!

“Is that... a Virtual Divine Weapon?” Even Lucky Heaven couldn't conceal the shock on her face. She truly hadn't expected Wang Feng's rune techniques to reach such a level, and what surprised her even more was that even at this moment, he still couldn't resist showing off.

The Virtual Divine Weapon, a showboat skill created by the Supreme Sage Teacher, is a fusion of runes and soul power. It can be used by those at the Ghost Level or above. Simply put, runes and soul power combine to form a temporary weapon resembling a soul artifact. To be honest... and no disrespect to the Sage Teacher, but this skill not only consumes soul power but also demands extremely high personal requirements. In this pragmatic era, no one actually trains in this except for showing off above their weight class. But... it really suits Wang Feng's personality.

“A Virtual Divine Weapon! It's a Virtual Divine Weapon!” Hawkland finally recognized something fully this time, so excited that he leaped up from his chair. “Truly a rune genius... Christ, why bother with this crap???”

Long Jing opened his mouth, suddenly overwhelmed by an intense urge to bang his head against the wall. Was this guy an idiot? Even Dandelion wouldn’t train like this! Such a goddamn waste of soul power! Though he wanted him to lose, at least do something useful!

Ye Dun could also sense the crushing pressure emanating from that greatsword, but his true form, hidden among the hundred shadows, revealed a faint smile.

The golden-radiant blade carried unimaginable power and force. This bizarre greatsword somewhat resembled the legendary Virtual Divine Weapon!

It was indeed a formidable weapon, but... what could he do even with a Virtual Divine Weapon? No matter how strong, it was just a weapon! If he couldn’t strike the true body in Shadow Dance state, even a hundred Virtual Divine Weapons would be no better than kindling. Kill!

A hundred figures crisscrossed, their formation growing faster and more chaotic. The extreme speed and dizzying visual confusion closed in on Wang Feng in an instant. Yet, Old Wang simply casually hefted his greatsword.

A golden light suddenly flashed in his pupils, and a pair of golden multi-faceted eyes seemed to lock onto everything in that moment.

Ye Dun’s eyes widened sharply—he felt his body freeze. Not just his true form, but even the hundred shadows in the sky froze dead in their tracks, as if time itself had stopped!

No, no no no, impossible???

Everyone watched in horror as the countless Shadow Dance clones vanished in that split second!

Only one clear figure remained, appearing behind Wang Feng—Ye Dun’s true body. The two Cicada Wing Knives in his hands were poised less than five inches from Wang Feng’s neck, yet they couldn’t advance another millimeter, as if an invisible force had paused the entire scene.

Great drops of sweat cascaded down Ye Dun’s forehead. His silver pupils now swirled with pinpricks of golden light—it was that very force locking him in place, rendering him immobile! What... what was this? What kind of power could lock down the supposedly unlockable Shadow Dance and restrain his infinitely evasive body?

Not just Ye Dun—even Li Fusu at the sidelines slightly gaped in disbelief.

All things in existence have their counters. No skill is perfect, and no so-called "invincibility" is without flaws. Even at the Ghost Level, or even the Dragon Level, not even the techniques left behind by the Supreme Sage Teacher could escape this law.

Among the moves that counter Shadow Dance, one from the Martial Artist’s Way of War stands out—a dimensional skill called Soul Lock. Wait, wasn’t Wang Feng a goddamn assassin? How could he use the Way of War???

It wasn’t just Li Fusu who realized this. All the heavyweights in the arena had figured it out, their jaws dropping in unison. This defied all logic—even Thunder Dragon back in the day wasn’t this strong!

Old Wang in the arena, however, couldn't care less about their astonishment.

Infinite MISS—this assassin move was truly cheap. Dealing with such a boss was the most frustrating. He had originally intended to control his grandstanding... but now, it was even more flamboyant!

"Break~!" Old Wang acted as if he didn’t even see Ye Dun behind him. In that seemingly frozen moment, he nonchalantly brought his greatsword downward.

Soul Lock—Divine Judgment!

The massive Virtual Divine Weapon vanished from Wang Feng’s grasp in an instant. Yet, at the same time, above Ye Dun’s head, a rift in space seemed to open. A gleaming golden Virtual Divine Weapon descended from the heavens, piercing through the dimensional barrier and spearing through Ye Dun’s body in a flash.

Read "Dominion of Nine Heavens" latest chapter at: https://

Read the full text of "Dominion of Nine Heavens" at: https://

Download the "Dominion of Nine Heavens" txt at: https://

Read "Dominion of Nine Heavens" on mobile at: https://

For your next reading convenience, you can click "Bookmark" below to record this reading (Chapter 458: Overleveled Showing Off—Virtual Divine Weapon). Next time you open your bookshelf, you’ll see it!

If you like "Dominion of Nine Heavens," please recommend it to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.). Thank you for your support!! ()