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

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

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

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

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