The Void Cleaving Sword was a power only possessed by a Bi-Radiant Commander. The sword strike contained infinite mysteries. As White Blossom Mountain Sword Circle's foremost figure in the mortal world, Elder Stringer was supremely confident that this strike would utterly crush Xayne. White Blossom Mountain Sword Circle had existed for countless ages, perfecting the fusion of sword techniques and formations. Each sword swing contained dozens of formations, manipulating magnetic fields, energy flows, and even the very air itself. This pressure was akin to turning heaven and earth into a single longsword, cutting down toward Xayne. A mere Senior Radiant Commander could not withstand such force. "Breezy Cut!" Xayne suddenly roared. With a flick of his wrist, his Ravenclaw dagger shot out like a streak of light. At the same time, eight streams of wind energy surged outward, forming eight invisible blades, slashing in all directions. This was an elite formation recorded in the Heave

"You already grasp the intricate secrets of White Blossom Mountain's formation. Resisting any further is futile!" The elder's voice remained calm and indifferent. The Essence of Thunderstrike surging toward him was instantly absorbed into the shimmering barrier. Then, in a sudden twist, it reflected with equal force using Xayne's attack to strike him down. The sheer brilliance of this technique made Xayne's heart tighten as he experienced the true power of White Blossom Mountain's secret formation. But now wasn't the time to dwell on it. Dodging a lethal strike from one of the elders, Xayne swiftly countered with a powerful backhand. Bolts of lightning ricocheted off his strike, igniting the distant treetops in a raging inferno.A longsword sliced through the air, tearing open space itself. The blade shimmered with a deadly gleam as it shot toward Xayne's back, faster than the eye could follow. He was facing an all-out assault from over a dozen Radiant Commanders. Even the slig

Elder Stringer, Fent, and Yeti stood at the forefront of the battle. As the leaders of their eleven-man squad, they bore the greatest responsibility. Returning to White Blossom Mountain in failure would mean facing severe consequences.Before Elder Stringer could raise his sword, Yeti stopped him with a hand, his gaze locked onto Xayne. "Xayne! I'll admit, you're impressive. But tell me, what will you do when facing not one, but three of your strongest opponents at once?" Yeti said coldly.The moment those words fell, he took a step back. Beneath his feet, a thick mist began to rise, expanding outward until it swallowed the battlefield.Xayne frowned slightly. Within the fog, the very space around them trembled. A shadowy figure emerged from the swirling haze—a massive silhouette clad in ancient Eukranian-style armor, wielding a spear nearly ten feet long.Xayne’s pupils shrank. "Spartacus?"Spartacus was the legendary warrior of Eukrania. It was said that with only 300 soldiers, he ha

Another brutal, bone-crushing strike sent a violent tremor through Xayne's arms, leaving them slightly numb. He couldn't help but marvel, 'No wonder this guy was a legendary warrior from the Three Kingdoms era.' Just that one strike alone could've split a mountain in half. Before Xayne could steady himself, a spear came hurtling straight for his chest, blazing fast, almost like a laser. With a roar, Xayne launched himself into the air, swinging his Scarlet Dragon Lance in a powerful arc. The two Scarlet Dragon Lances collided midair, unleashing a shockwave so intense that even Spartacus, who had been ready to strike, was forced back several steps. Xayne himself was sent flying sideways by the sheer force. Then a sharp, icy pain shot through his left arm. He let out a muffled grunt. The Ravenclaw dagger had pierced straight through his arm, embedding itself in the wall behind him. Since becoming a Radiant Commander, he had battled against the Four Radiant Commanders of Eukran

Even in Eukrania, with four Radiant Commanders fallen, the inevitable had to be acknowledged—Xayne was beyond anything they had ever seen.The Emperor let out a wry smile. At this moment, the world’s attention was fixed on the battle raging over Folksworth. Major news outlets from across the globe had arrived, capturing every moment in live broadcasts. Radiant Commanders clashing openly—this alone was enough to shake the world. It meant the ancient contract forbidding Radiant Commanders from interfering in the mortal realm had been broken.But the true terror was not in one or two Radiant Commanders meddling in human affairs. It lay in the possibility that all Radiant Commanders could now walk freely among mortals. The fundamental difference between a Radiant Commander and a Divine Commander was simple: Radiant Commanders could not be killed—not even by nuclear weapons.If the threat of mortal weaponry no longer restrained them, they would, by default, rise above all others. When that