Genius Noble With System-Chapter 454: Battling Three Transcendents

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, but even the transcendent powerhouses on both sides were shocked as this happened so quickly.

This marked the first loss of a transcendent-level being in the war—and fortunately, it was the Abyss that suffered it.

The transcendents of Empyrean were shocked but were glad, as the beginning of war, at least right now, was on their side.

On the Abyss’s side, however, expressions darkened. Gloom spread through their ranks, laced with cold, seething killing intent as they fixed their gazes on Apollo.

Although the octopus transcendent from the abyss was just a new first-order transcendent, he was still a true transcendent, but still he died in the hands of a young man who didn’t even reach the half-step transcendent realm.

After breaking through the transcendent realm, they are not divided into early or late stages; instead, they are divided into nine orders.

First to third order were considered ordinary transcendents.

Fourth to sixth orders were known as Supremes.

Seventh to ninth orders were called Sovereigns, beings who stood at the very peak of universes and multiple dimensions.

The difference between each order was vast—so immense that it was nearly impossible to bridge. Even among Transcendents, crossing Orders was considered an insurmountable feat. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

There had been rumours of otherworldly geniuses capable of defying common sense, creating miracles that overturned established laws.

Yet even such anomalies had limits. A Third-Order Transcendent defeating a newly advanced Fourth-Order Supreme was something almost no one believed possible. The gap between these major orders was not merely a matter of power—it was a fundamental difference in existence.

The same can be said about the transcendent and eternal god realm, yet Apollo seemed to have crossed that almost impossible gap with that quite at ease.

The last sword strike made even the veteran First Order transcendent feel a chill, as they cannot believe how someone below the transcendent realm can be this strong.

However, after the moment of shock, every single transcendent from the abyss was filled with killing intent towards him, as they knew such talent, if not destroyed early, might later become the source of their trouble.

The power Apollo displayed made it obvious that, barring unforeseen disaster, he would reach the Supreme level without much difficulty. There was even a genuine possibility that he could one day step into the Great Sovereign Realm.

Such thoughts might have seemed absurd under normal circumstances. After all, reaching the Sovereign Realm was not merely a matter of talent.

Even after billions of years of development, the Empyrean Sword Realm had produced only three Sovereigns—a fact that alone demonstrated just how impossibly difficult that realm truly was.

And yet, as they looked at Apollo, doubt itself began to waver.

They cannot give him a chance, so immediately many transcendents tried to make a move, but how could the transcendents from the Empyrean Sword realm let it happen? They all quickly stopped them.

Immediately battle became more intense as many transcendents collided all over the realm.

Even so, a few Abyssal Transcendents managed to break through the encirclement. Slipping past their opponents, they charged straight toward Apollo, intent on killing him.

Three Transcendents managed to break through the encirclement. Fortunately, although their auras were stronger than those of the octopus-like Transcendent, they were still within the range of First-Order Transcendents.

It seemed the stronger transcendents were held by the others; hence, they cannot reach him.

But still, facing three of them wouldn’t be easy.

Apollo naturally noticed the three terrifying presences that surrounded him from three different directions. It was clear they were not taking any chances.

The appearances of the three Transcendents soon became clear. Each of them was utterly different, and the auras surrounding them bore no resemblance to one another.

One resembled a tree—a demonic, deathly tree whose twisted trunk radiated malevolent vitality, as though it fed on blood and souls.

Another possessed a humanoid form, yet his entire body was covered in strange, writhing tattoos. Skulls were embedded throughout his flesh, giving off an aura of slaughter and death.

The last Transcendent was the strangest of all. He appeared ghost-like, lacking any tangible physical form, swaying eerily in the air. A mysterious energy emanated from him—one that distorted perception and muddled the mind, making it difficult to focus even a single thought.

The moment the three of them arrived, they didn’t waste a moment and attacked him.

The Deadly Abyssal tree’s countless branches seemed to turn into snakes, filling the sky and striking toward Apollo from every direction. The tattooed transcendent seemed to punch, which seemed to fill with the rule of slaughter and blood, the air screaming as the blow tore through space itself.

At the same time, the ghostly Transcendent vanished.

In the next instant, Apollo’s mind buzzed, and he found himself engulfed in eternal darkness, his surroundings erased as if he had been swallowed by the void itself.

It was for a ten-thousandth of a second as he quickly broke through the illusion, but the moment he did, it was too late, as the attack of the other two abyssal transcendents appeared right in front of him, giving him no chance to evade.

His expression turned grave.

Without hesitation, he pushed his Space Rule to its absolute limit. Hundreds of thousands of spatial layers formed in an instant, stacking upon one another to create an almost impenetrable defence.

Boom! Boom!

The two transcendent attacks slammed into the barrier. Annihilating force erupted, shattering heaven and earth. Space collapsed and twisted violently, birthing raging spatial storms that threatened to tear everything nearby into nothingness.

A moment later Apollo came out of the space storm, but he wasn’t as relaxed as before. It appeared that the attack of these three managed to break through his defences.

His clothes were torn, and small wounds appeared all over his body, but it wasn’t bad, as those would healed in a matter of moments.

However, he wasn’t glad as he looked at three abyssal transcendents who were hovering ahead of him.

"What a genius," the ghostly Transcendent said in a cold, eerie, indifferent voice. "You still survived after facing our attacks."

Yet beneath that calm tone lurked undisguised killing intent.