Chapter469 Blight stood frozen beyond the boundary of the stage, his chest heaving violently as the echo of the announcement reverberated through his mind.“Victorium Empire wins.” The words struck him harder than any blow Luthor had delivered. For a brief moment, the world around him seemed to lose all sound. The cheers, the murmurs, the overwhelming presence of countless experts all of it faded into nothingness. Only those words remained, looping endlessly in his head. “No… impossible!” Blight clenched his fists, veins bulging along his arms as fury and humiliation surged through him like a raging tide. “I lost?” he roared, his voice cracking with disbelief. IImpossible, there's no way no water i, Blight, lost to that man?!” His broken hammer lay scattered across the ground, fragments still faintly vibrating with residual power. His arm throbbed with unbearable pain, bones shattered, meridians torn. Yet none of that compared to the pain burning in his heart. This was n

Chapter471 Within the guesthouse allocated to the Dominion Association, the atmosphere was anything but calm. The moment Emperor Vladlay returned from the Imperial Arena, his expression was already twisted with barely restrained fury. Without sparing a single glance at the guards stationed at the entrance, he issued a cold command. “All of you,” he said, his voice heavy with suppressed rage, “gather in the courtyard. Wait there. Do not leave until I return.” The command carried an irresistible authority. The guards and elite fighters stiffened instantly, bowing deeply. None dared question him. Vladlay did not wait for a response. He strode past them, his steps heavy, the air around him vibrating violently. Each step left faint cracks along the marble floor as he entered the inner building of the guesthouse. Moments later, the doors to his private chamber slammed shut.Then…CRASH! A table exploded into splinters. A thunderous roar of power erupted from within the room,

Chapter473 The celebration continued well into the night. Felix and Serena sat beside one another at the central table, their shoulders almost touching, sharing food and drink in a rare moment of ease. The heavy weight that had followed them since the Convention began finally loosened its grip, replaced by warmth, laughter, and the simple comfort of shared company. Around them, Luthor, Victor, Mariel, and the others were equally relaxed. For once, no one spoke of cultivation realms, rival empires, or hidden schemes. Victor raised his cup and laughed loudly. “I’m telling you, when that opponent charged me earlier today, I thought my legs were going to give out before my will did.” Mariel smirked faintly. “Yet you stood your ground.” “That’s because running would’ve been even more embarrassing,” Victor replied without shame, earning a fresh round of laughter. Luthor sat back in his seat, swirling the drink in his cup as he listened. “Fear isn’t weakness,” he said calmly. “L

Chapter475 The powerful aura that had surged through the imperial guesthouse slowly settled, returning the world to its natural rhythm. Yet for Felix and Serena, the lingering pressure had not gone unnoticed. The moment Christene’s ascension stabilized, the two of them moved almost instinctively toward the upper floors. Their steps were calm, but their awareness remained sharp. A Supreme breakthrough no matter how smooth always carried risks in its aftermath. They had barely reached the corridor leading to Christene’s room when..The door burst open.“Serena!” A blur of movement rushed forward. Before either Felix or Serena could react, Christene had already appeared before them, her face glowing with excitement, her eyes shining brighter than ever. She seized Serena’s hand tightly, practically bouncing on her feet. “I did it! I really did it!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the corridor. “I broke through! Supreme level...can you feel it?!” The surrounding serv

Chapter477 Morning arrived with quiet inevitability. Within the Victorium district of the imperial guesthouse, the air carried a subtle tension that could not be mistaken. It was not fear, nor was it excitement. it was readiness. The first round had passed, and with it, the illusion that the Convention was merely ceremonial.This was where the real testing began. Felix stood near the window of his room, adjusting his attire with unhurried precision. Outside, convoys from other districts could already be seen moving in orderly lines, all heading toward the same destination. The city itself seemed aware of the occasion, its rhythm slightly altered, its movements more deliberate. Serena fastened the final clasp of her outfit and stepped beside him. Her expression was calm, but her eyes were sharp, observant.“Everyone will be watching today,” she said quietly.“They already are,” Felix replied. Christene emerged moments later, dressed simply but neatly. Since her breakthr