Chapter 56: 'Fat Ball' Strikes: Zenith Heaven Emperor appears

Just as the ruler is about to reach White and prepares to strike the final blow, White's luck, a mysterious and potent force, activates, opening a portal before him. Through the swirling vortex emerges a figure who commands attention, Zenith Heaven Emperor, the Emperor equaling Heaven.

Zenith Heaven Emperor steps forward, his presence radiating a resplendent aura that defies mortal comprehension. He stands unwavering, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. The Emperor's visage reflects an indomitable resolve as he locks eyes with the Ruler, prepared to face the consequences head-on.

Time seems to hang suspended as the Liquid Metal Ball's clone, perplexed and momentarily taken aback, addresses Zenith Heaven Emperor with his monotone voice. "Who are you, and why do you bear such a striking resemblance to White?" The Ruler's words carry a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, as he struggles to comprehend the sudden appearance of this enigmatic figure.

Zenith Heaven Emperor's countenance remains serene, undeterred by the Ruler's questioning. His voice, filled with a commanding authority, resonates through the battlefield. "I am Zenith Heaven Emperor, the one who equals the very heavens themselves. And it is no coincidence that I bear resemblance to White, for he is my father."

He says before waiting for a moment and then continuing "Although not this one you try to attack currently. That one just happens to look the same as my father"

As the revelation of Zenith Heaven Emperor's true identity reverberates through the battlefield, the Ruler's anger reaches new heights. The notion that the figure he sought to vanquish was not White himself but a mere doppelgänger enrages him further. His focus shifts once again, his sights now set on obliterating Zenith Heaven Emperor, the son of his long-standing nemesis.

The Ruler's voice reverberates with fury as he spews his contemptuous words. "So you claim that man over there is not White, but a mere lookalike? I find such words empty and unconvincing. Regardless, since you wish to protect him, I shall eliminate you first, before finally putting an end to Ruism!" His monotone voice carries an undertone of seething rage, a reflection of his determination to bring ruination upon his adversaries.

In the face of the Ruler's renewed hostility, Zenith Heaven Emperor remains composed. His gaze never wavers as he absorbs the Ruler's tirade. A resolute smile plays upon his lips, an unspoken declaration of his unwavering conviction and readiness to face any challenge that comes his way.

The battlefield becomes a stage for their imminent clash, a battleground where destiny itself hangs in the balance. Tension fills the air as the combatants prepare for the final confrontation. The Ruler's malevolent aura swirls around him, an embodiment of darkness and chaos, while Zenith Heaven Emperor emanates an ethereal light, a beacon of hope in the midst of despair.

With a thunderous cry, the Ruler lunges forward, his movements a blur of maleficent intent. His attacks come with an unparalleled ferocity, fueled by a desire to crush everything in his path. Each strike reverberates through the air, leaving destruction in its wake.

Zenith Heaven Emperor meets the Ruler's onslaught with a graceful resilience, his movements a dance of divine precision. He sidesteps the Ruler's attacks with astonishing agility, countering with measured strikes that carry the weight of his lineage. Every movement is infused with the accumulated wisdom and power of generations, a testament to his heritage.

The clash between these formidable adversaries is a symphony of force and finesse. Their weapons collide, creating sparks that illuminate the battlefield. Each blow is met with an equal and opposing force, the clash of power reverberating through the earth itself. The clash of titans has begun.

The Ruler's onslaught knows no respite. His attacks rain down upon Zenith Heaven Emperor with a relentless fury. Yet, the Emperor remains steadfast, his defenses impenetrable as he deftly evades and parries each strike. His movements exude an aura of serenity and control, as if he has tapped into a wellspring of inner strength.

The Ruler's voice echoes through the chaos, a mirthless laughter that cuts through the din. "HAHAHAHA! All of you will die today!" His words carry an unyielding certainty, a proclamation of his intent to extinguish all hope and bring ruination to the realm.

In a sudden display of unbridled confidence, Zenith Heaven Emperor scoffs at the Ruler's feeble attempt to intimidate him. "You call this power?" he taunts, his voice laced with amusement. "Pathetic!"

"Let me show you REAL power!"

As if summoning the very essence of the cosmos, Zenith Heaven Emperor channels his unfathomable strength. One by one, his Immortal Physiques burst forth, each accompanied by a flamboyant proclamation.

"Furious Immortal Tyrannical Physique!" he exclaims, his body radiating an aura of unmatched fury and dominance.

"Sacred Spring Physique!" he declares with a mischievous grin, his body exuding a vibrant energy.

"Heaven Devourer Evil Physique!" he shouts, his voice tinged with wicked delight as his presence takes on an ominous aura that sends shivers down the spines of all who witness it.

"Extreme Yang Physique!" he announces, his body glowing with an intense, scorching heat that defies reason and ignites the battlefield with an inferno of laughter.

"Sky Destroyer Immortal Physique!" he proclaims with a boisterous laugh, his very essence embodying the unstoppable force of a cataclysmic tempest.

"And last but not least, Soaring Immortal Physique!" he declares.

With each activation, Zenith Heaven Emperor's aura becomes increasingly absurd, with overwhelming power. His final touch, the activation of his 'Imperishable Principle,' seals the absurdity with a flourish.

And so, the battle takes an unexpected turn. Zenith Heaven Emperor, standing tall and unyielding, invites the Ruler to strike him with all his might. With a heavy blow, the Ruler launches his attack, pouring every ounce of his power into the strike.

Yet, to the astonishment of all, Zenith Heaven Emperor remains utterly unfazed. He stands there, a paragon of immovability, as if the Ruler's attack was nothing more than a gentle breeze. No injuries, no signs of damage - just sheer, incredulous disbelief.

As the Ruler's strike connects with Zenith Heaven Emperor, the battlefield is consumed by silence. The shock among the onlookers is palpable as they witness the seemingly impossible - the Emperor remaining completely unscathed, not a scratch or blemish to mar his impeccable visage.

In the distance some demons can be heard talking to each other.

"Has our Ruler grown so weak!"

"Perhaps we should change our allegiance to Ruler White!"

Some, like the demons they are, even tried to attack the eight ruler, thinking he has grown weak.

A chorus of gasps and murmurs ripple through the crowd, disbelief etched upon their faces. The Ruler himself is caught in a moment of utter bewilderment, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before him. How could this be? How could his most powerful attack have had no effect whatsoever?

With a chuckle that reverberates through the air, Zenith Heaven Emperor, still standing strong, unleashes a mocking tirade upon his bewildered adversary. "Oh, dear Ruler of the Nine Serenities, it appears your strike was as feeble as your understanding of true power! Did you really think you could harm me?"

The Ruler's expression twists into a mask of rage, his features contorted with a mixture of fury and humiliation. His monotone voice crackles with indignation as he retorts, "You dare mock me? I am the Eight Nine Serenities Ruler, the embodiment of evil and supreme power!"

Zenith Heaven Emperor, undeterred by the Ruler's outburst, only smirks and offers a mocking response. "Supreme power? More like supreme incompetence. Perhaps I should start calling you 'Fat Ball' instead, considering your remarkable resemblance to one."

The Ruler's anger boils over, his patience shattered. He roars in fury, the sound reverberating across the battlefield. His liquid Metal Ball clone trembles with rage as he lunges at Zenith Heaven Emperor, his attacks imbued with a newfound desperation.

But to his astonishment and the amusement of onlookers, Zenith Heaven Emperor deftly evades every strike with a casual grace. With each evasive maneuver, he taunts the Ruler further, "Is that the best you can do, Fat Ball? Your attacks are as pitiful as your temper!"