“Kenjiro is entirely right. We shouldn't be sitting here dwelling on useless speculations,” another one of the leaders spoke up, his deep voice carrying a stabilizing weight. This was Mabok Huano, the venerable leader of the Huano Village. He spoke while slowly brushing his long, thick beard, a classic physical habit of his whenever he was deep in thought. “We should focus our collective attention on tomorrow, for this war has only just begun. We may have won these initial frontline battles, but our ultimate focus must remain entirely on winning the war as a whole.”Mabok paused, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the mana lamps as he maintained a great, unshakeable calmness. “Therefore, I also have a practical suggestion. We should immediately send a formal dispatch to call out that mysterious person to come here to our headquarters.""That way, we can properly understand their true stance in this conflict, discern exactly why they are aiding the Western Alliance, and determine

“War is truly a terrifying, unpredictable event sometimes,” the old veteran whispered, his low, gravelly voice drawing the immediate attention of the surrounding soldiers. They listened intently, the crackling of the fire emphasizing the gravity of his words. His eyes were wide, staring blankly into the dancing orange flames with an expression that looked as if he had entirely given up on the grand pursuit of cultivation itself. “How is it fundamentally possible for individual cultivators to attain that level of overwhelming, monstrous strength? I am completely certain that those three demonic masters could have killed every single one of us resting in this camp by simply gazing in our general direction from a mile away. Did you all feel the residual pressure radiating from that battlefield earlier? Some of our strongest disciples here were barely even able to breathe properly, their internal mana pathways completely locked down by the sheer weight of the aura.”He paused, lifti

Oasis paused, leaning his weight slightly onto one foot as he continued. “To put it simply, Vesta is my son. And I am entirely certain that knowing Vesta's personality, he has most likely already bragged about me to you non-stop for the past seven months. So, Elder Shirabe, I am fully aware that you are asking this question out of pure curiosity regarding how remarkably young my physical body appears to look compared to my lineage.” Oasis said, looking directly into Master Shirabe's eyes. “So to answer your question definitively: Vesta is my son, nothing more and nothing less. I highly hope my answer is to the elder’s liking.”Upon hearing the direct confirmation, Master Soma offered no further words of skepticism. He simply nodded his head firmly and made a small, respectful bow to acknowledge the answer, stepping back into his position.“What?! This kid genuinely has a son? That terrifying child Vesta, whom everyone across the territory has been speaking about, and that entire g

“Aura dispersion!!! executed effortlessly, without so much as unleashing a single trace of energy of his own,” Master Mabok Huano thought to himself, his mind reeling as he stood tall directly behind Oasis’s chair.He had just witnessed the entire microscopic interaction from point-blank range, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and profound respect as his gaze slowly shifted away from the back of the teenager's head and traveled across the room, landing squarely on Estellar Hualina at the opposite side of the circular stone table.“The exact millisecond Estellar’s peak Enlightened martial aura touched the perimeter of Avarice’s personal space, it was instantly turned to simply nothingness. It didn't just clash; it was completely erased. And yet, this kid just came back from single-handedly defeating three legendary masters of the Thirsty Ramble fold, a feat that should have left his reservoir completely drained, yet he still possesses the flawless capacity to suppress a peak Enlight

“Ha ha ha ha ha!!!”Suddenly, Gomo’s booming, mocking laughter tore violently through the heavy, suffocating silence of the pavilion. He threw his head back aggressively, his shoulders shaking as he let the theatrical laughter ring out toward the ceiling, trying to forcibly shatter the terrifying weight of the youth’s words.“Indeed, being remarkably young is an truly amazing thing!” Gomo spoke out loud, his voice dripping with condescension as he addressed Oasis. Yet, despite his loud bravado, he noticeably refused to look directly into Oasis’s piercing azure eyes as he spoke, keeping his gaze pointedly fixed on the teenager's chin or the table.“You simply say whatever you feel like saying without so much as thinking about the real-world consequences. Being completely drunk on raw strength and being extraordinarily talented surely does do something like this to the minds of young ones. You think a single victory makes you omniscient, boy.”“I don't entirely know what your words ar