All Chapters of Son Of The Universe: Chapter 1001
- Chapter 1010
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The Mysterious Rust sword swung repeatedly. The flashes of black energy shot sharply, slashing through space like unavoidable dark lightning. Liu Tong tried to rotate his spear to parry, but every time the blood-red metal came into contact with the black energy, his body bounced back little by little. His hands trembled violently, almost losing his grip. One slash slid low, cutting towards his neck. Liu Tong flinched in panic, tilting his head back in a desperate movement. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Xiao Tian's heel had slammed hard into his stomach. BAANG!!! Liu Tong's body was thrown, floating like an empty sack and hitting the arena floor. The thud thundered, shaking the chests of everyone watching. Thick dust billowed, obscuring some of the view. A groan came out of Liu Tong's mouth, his body trembling weakly. He tried to get up, both hands pressing the floor desperately. Heavy sweat poured down, his face was pale, his breath was panting. However, before he coul
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However, Xiao Tian only smiled coldly. That smile no longer implied mere superiority, but deliberate contempt. He let Liu Tong see every second of that suffering. He could have killed Liu Tong first, ending everything quickly. But he chose the most painful way, adding inner wounds that were much deeper before death came to pick him up. "You are too noisy!" Splash!!! The Mysterious Rust sword flashed again, its movement quick and cold. In an instant, Liu Tong's head was separated from his body. Blood spurted out rapidly, drenching the arena floor, his body lay lifeless, as if his entire existence was broken in just one swing. Qio Ren's face, who witnessed that, turned furious. Both of his eyes lit up with emotion, his breath was heavy, but he restrained himself. The anger that burned in his chest, he did not pour out at that moment. "Liu Tong, you just rest. After the official event starts, I will avenge you!" Zanfang continued to watch from a very far place on Heavenly Peak. From
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Meanwhile, in the martial arts arena, after Xiao Tian slashed Liu Tong's head, the atmosphere returned to calm. The ground that had been shaken by the battle was now silent, leaving only a faint scent of blood lingering in the air. There were no more clashes of weapons or roars of anger. The invited geniuses who were sitting in the stands began to talk to each other in low voices, their chatter full of curiosity and amazement at Xiao Tian's greatness. Some still occasionally glanced at the blood-stained arena, as if wanting to make sure that what they had just seen was not just an illusion. But their main attention had shifted. Their conversation was no longer about Liu Tong, but about one name that had just made them hold their breath: Xiao Tian. Every movement Xiao Tian made during the fight, every technique he released, became a small discussion that circulated from one group to another. On the other hand, Xiao Tian himself no longer cared about the commotion in the stands. He st
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Qio Ren was in a very bad mood. Liu Tong was not only a subordinate, but also his friend, and that death left embers of revenge in his chest. His usually cold face was now even darker, filled with uncontainable hatred. Every breath he took was like a burning ember ready to ignite, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. "Xiao Tian, no matter how, I will definitely kill you!" With a firm movement, Qio Ren took out a scroll. The scroll looked worn, the paper fibers were filled with faint scratches that indicated its long age. From the surface of the scroll seemed to radiate an ancient aura, calm but holding something unpredictable. Qio Ren stared at the object with a serious face, both of his eyes narrowed, his gaze burned with burning determination. "Maybe this time you will be my mainstay," he said softly, his voice like the hiss of a knife scratching the night. That sentence was not just a speech, but an oath that suppressed the surrounding air. "If he still has other trump car
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Qio Ren was silent for a moment. The look in his eyes pierced sharply, then slowly, a thin, mocking smile was painted on his face. That smile was not just a lip decoration, but a reflection of deep contempt. "Interesting... it seems the son of the Qilin God Emperor is not too bad. Unlike the crown prince of the Titan God Emperor who died so easily." His voice was low but clear, each word came out with cold emphasis. His gaze remained hard, and after a brief pause, he continued, "What kind of negotiation do you want to offer?" The terrifying aura that had been enveloping Qio Ren's body slowly faded. The heavy air that had previously pressed down on the air inside the rest building vanished, disappearing without a trace. He no longer oppressed Qiu Chanfeng with his power. However, it was clearly not because he was intimidated by the gold token that had just been used. Within himself, Qio Ren had another trump card, something he believed was far stronger. The only reason he held back wa
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Qiu Chanfeng responded with a proud smile. The look in his eyes was calm, but in that smile there was a subtle tone of arrogance, as if he had just affirmed his position. "Heavenly Peak can send you an invitation, which means your existence has been noticed by Heavenly Peak. If Heavenly Peak can do it, why can't the Qilin Totem Clan as the ruler of the Qilin Totem Galaxy do the same?" His words flowed calmly, but full of conviction. He seemed to be conveying facts, not just boasting about his clan. Qio Ren snorted slightly. The look in his eyes changed, the cold glint in it seemed to lose interest in continuing the conversation about the Qilin Totem Clan. For him, claims about great ancestors or mastery of the galaxy were nothing more than easily spoken pride. He was not affected, because what was truly interesting was not the title or origin of Qiu Chanfeng, but the valuable information he could dig up about Xiao Tian's strength. In his mind, the three black beads were just a trig
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When Zanfang arrived at the martial arts arena, he landed lightly. The ground did not tremble, but the aura that flowed from his body was enough to make many pairs of eyes unable to blink. His body was upright, his face was calm, displaying the firmness of a disciple who was trained directly by the owner of Heavenly Peak. He bowed politely to the geniuses present. The movement was simple, without exaggeration, but enough to show deep respect. His attitude made many participants feel valued, even though the difference in strength between them was very large. Not stopping there, Zanfang then bowed towards the outside of the arena, towards the sky filled with millions of gazes. Behind the layers of the Heavenly Peak formation, the rulers of the galaxy, the rulers of the realm, to billions of important figures were watching with attention. With that movement, Zanfang sent a subtle message: he was not only respecting the participants, but also the rulers who stood at the pinnacle of the
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"Sister Ziyan, are you not going to introduce yourself like those girls? He really looks very handsome, even I as a man..." Long Murtamshin's words stopped abruptly. A stifling cold aura suddenly enveloped his body, piercing to the bone. It was not an ordinary aura, but a cold pressure that brought with it an urge to kill. As if thousands of sharp ice blades were hanging in the air, ready to pierce his heart at any time. Long Murtamshin's entire body was stiff. His heart was beating erratically, and it only took a moment for his mind to realize the source of that terrifying aura. He did not need to turn around, because the answer was clear. That aura came from Ziyan Rouxi. He hurriedly closed his mouth tightly. The words that had flowed lightly now felt like poison that almost killed himself. Ziyan Rouxi was still standing in her original place, her body upright and graceful, as if she had not done anything. But the look in her eyes had changed. Her sharp gaze shot towards Long Mu
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They finally really understood the hidden meaning behind Xiao Tian's words. It was impossible for a young man with such strength to only be placed as a guide. It did not make sense for Heavenly Peak to hide someone with such high ability just to stand beside the top ten. Everything was too awkward, too many unanswered questions. Long Murtamshin swallowed. His throat was dry, the voice that came out sounded soft, almost a whisper, "I am becoming unsure that he is only in charge of guiding the way. With his strength, he should be able to oppress all of us." Ziyan Rouxi did not respond with words, but the sharp look in her eyes hinted that she agreed. Xiao Leng also remained silent, but the serious expression on his face clearly confirmed that his heart agreed. That suspicion was now growing in their minds, adding a layer of tension that had surrounded the arena from the beginning. The three of them felt a different pressure. As if there was something lurking from behind Zanfang's cal
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The voice of the owner of Heavenly Peak was heard again, this time calm, but his authority pierced to the depths of every participant's heart. He ordered the top ten to rest for a full day before stepping into the next stage, exploring the secret world that was the core of the competition. The order was greeted in silence, no one dared to oppose. Everyone knew that tomorrow would be a decisive point. That night, Qiu Chanfeng chose to rest in Qio Ren's building. The two young men sat facing each other in the silent room. Their chat was initially full of calculations, talking about what they might face tomorrow, groping for the threats hidden behind the promise of the secret world. However, their conversation suddenly stopped. Both of their bodies tensed simultaneously. A cold and stifling aura filled the air, accompanied by an aura of oppression that came so suddenly. It was not an ordinary aura. There was a subtle power that felt absolute, like an invisible hand pressing them to th