“I told you not to call me uncle! We are literally the same age, Hayate. I am your big brother, you hear me? People will misunderstand and think I’m some ancient old man who is using forbidden longevity techniques just to remain young,” Kyoku spoke, his voice remaining as calm and even as ever, completely undisturbed by the chaos unfolding around them.The battlefield was a swirling vortex of blood and chaos as the western alliance now retreated.Hayate had been assigned to another vanguard unit, a group forged from the finest young talents across the vast Yarusuka Plain.They were named the Six Daggers, a unit consisting of exceptional prodigies who had spent the duration of this brutal war purging enemy ranks through relentless skirmishes just like the Six eyes.Now, their path had crossed with the renowned Six Eyes unit just as the Bell of retreat began to echo across the shattered terrain.Hayate merely smirked for a moment at Kyoku’s characteristic exasperation, entirely unfazed b

As his fingers gripped the hilt, the dark azure blade of the sword shivered, instantly shimmering with a brilliant, mirror-like sheen.His potent, highly concentrated cyan martial aura immediately surged down his arm and poured into the weapon, causes the blade to radiate a blinding light.The temperature in his immediate vicinity skyrocketed instantly, the ambient moisture converting into hissing steam as deep heat distortions warped the air around his body, making his silhouette appear fluid and ethereal against the dark clouds.“Rudra… let’s take care of each other, partner,” Oasis whispered softly to his blade, his voice carrying a calm warmth.He shifted his body into a precise, lethal stance, drawing the hilt back slightly. At that exact moment, a strange, incredibly dangerous breeze began to circulate through the upper atmosphere, rippling outward from his position.The three approaching masters, who had been hurtling toward him at blinding speeds, suddenly felt a cold dread se

“The kid is done for!” Master Triken thought to himself, a surge of vicious, unadulterated triumph flashing through his dark consciousness.From his distant vantage point behind his protective veil of energy, he watched the apocalyptic descent of the mountain-sized claw.His calculations were precise, his vision flawless—the jagged, glowing tips of Evden’s massive crimson talon were now less than a single inch away from physically vaporizing Oasis’s skull.There was no room left in the atmosphere for a dodge, no temporal window for a parry, and no spatial vector for escape.To Triken, the boy was already a flattened corpse, an insignificant speck of dust about to be crushed into the absolute nothingness of oblivion.But then, shattering the suffocating weight of the locked atmosphere, a low, archaic whisper echoed through the spatial fabric.“Dragon Tongue: Displace,” Oasis whispered.The words did not travel through the vibrations of the air; they resonated directly within the primor

“Destiny of Tomorrow,” Oasis whispered.The words left his lips as a quiet, breathless decree, completely unburdened by malice or theatrical flare.Yet, the moment the phrase passed into the sky, the volatile compressed singularity hovering at the very tip of Rudra’s blade unraveled into a sharp, massive arc of pure, transparent energy.It shot forward through the atmospheric void, moving toward Master Evden with a terrifying, incomprehensible speed.It was an attack that existed entirely outside the standard metrics of martial combat; it traveled through the night sky without a shred of visible intent, without producing a single vibration of sound, and without carrying any of the typical, roaring theatrical notes of high-tier techniques.Yet, as the invisible crescent approached, Evden’s vision warped.He could see the physical space before him parting in real time, the air currents and ambient light cleanly shearing away to form a vacuum line of absolute nothingness.His eyes widene

“If not for Mezic earlier, without a single shred of a doubt, my goddamn head would have rolled across the empty air.”Master Triken’s thoughts spiraled into a cold, hyper-focused frenzy as the grim reality of his near-death experience thoroughly settled into his core.“Indeed… we really, truly have underestimated this kid to a fatal degree. I was once a proud, transcendent Saint Realm cultivator, a powerhouse who walked through oceans of blood to forge my path, and yet, with all my collective combat experiences over the centuries, I was almost casually butchered on the spot by a mere teenager. And on top of that… he managed to cleanly kill Evden. This kid actually killed the Scourge Demon in a single, unnoted breath.”Triken’s fingers spasmed slightly before clamping down with a bone-crushing intensity around the heavy grip of the war mace in his right hand.The urgent, roaring words previously spoken by Mezic had completely bypassed his defensive pride, embedding themselves deep wi