While billions of people outside the Heavenly Peak were still wondering and guessing, inside the Heavenly Peak secret world, the battle was not over. Xiao Tian stood firm, facing the two remaining formidable enemies. Qio Ren had now drawn two blood-red scythes. The blades were long, cold, and shimmered with a fierce aura that spread wildly. Each scythe moved, the surrounding air rippled, leaving sharp, glowing red lines. The traces seemed to be long wounds in the air, indicating how each swing of the scythe carried the intent of slaughter. The blades vibrated, whirring loudly, as if truly thirsty for blood and longing for the flesh of their enemy. On the other side, Zanfang raised his mainstay weapon. A bone whip enveloped in golden flames coiled in his hand. The whip was not like an ordinary weapon. It was alive, pulsing slowly, as if possessing a soul that writhed. Every time the whip was moved, a faint roar was heard, resembling the sound of a wild beast that had been confined fo

Xiao Tian arched his body backward, the Mysterious Rust Sword raised to hold back the scythe that was shooting swiftly. The impact slammed his body hard onto the golden ground, his body hitting the surface with a deafening force. BOOM!!! The thud created a piercing metallic screech. The air vibrated violently, fragments of light scattered. Xiao Tian rolled quickly, his body dragging on the golden floor, leaving subtle scratches that were soon restored by the power of the secret world. He rose again with a cold gaze, his sword already raised to retaliate. His sword shot forward, slashing at Zanfang with unexpected speed. The slash was sudden, piercing the narrow space with a pressure that split the air. The bone whip parried. BOOMM!!! An explosion of golden flames once again colored the air. Its sound roared long, like the roar of a wild beast entangled in chains. Waves of heat scattered rapidly, making the air ripple wildly as if burning. Qio Ren came from behind, his scythe ra

The sky that was originally golden now lay in ruins. Multicolored flames rolled like an ocean that was forcibly turned upside down, its waves crashing with a power that could obliterate everything. Black lightning struck relentlessly. Every time it slashed the air, it left a scorched mark that immediately recovered, showing how tightly the space was closed. That artificial world was not just an empty space. It was a prison full of destruction, born from Xiao Tian's own hands. Zanfang stood in the middle of that storm. Pressure weighed down from all directions, making each of his movements seem limited by invisible chains. His bone whip still spun wildly, screeching loudly, emitting golden flashes that struck non-stop. But every swing of the whip seemed to be swallowed by the vortex of fire and lightning that pressed closer and closer. "Damn, this kid can already create a domain this strong!" Zanfang growled, his body shaking violently under the pressure. His chest rose and fell,

The black light of the sword clashed with the golden flames. Dazzling sparks lashed in all directions, each flash like a fragment of a star that was born and then died instantly. The battle grew closer. The distance between them almost disappeared, attacks came and were answered in an increasingly brutal tempo. There was no longer a safe distance. There was no longer time to take a long breath. Only fire, lightning, and the impact of power rumbled non-stop, closing the entire space with a storm of destruction. They entered into close combat. The bone whip wrapped wildly, spinning with a speed that was almost impossible for the eye to capture. Each swing was like a flash of gold that split the space, targeting Xiao Tian's body from various angles, as if giving him no room to breathe. The Mysterious Rust Sword danced in his grasp. In every thrust, slash, and split, the blade gave birth to black light that merged with lightning. Each swing slashed the bone whip before it could touch

As the sole disciple of the owner of Heavenly Peak, Zanfang had never imagined that the end of his life would be decided in this way. The gallantry he had always prided himself on collapsed in an instant. His defeat felt like a whip of lightning that slapped his face hard, shattering the arrogance and conviction he had held tightly all this time. Yet before his body truly gave in, his mind drifted. His consciousness trembled, and from the last crack of memory, he was thrown back into a past he could never forget. A small image of himself appeared. A three-year-old child stood frozen in the middle of the ruins of a city. His eyes widened, his tiny body trembling violently, as if even the faintest breeze would be enough to topple him. Around him, there was no longer any life. The city that once bustled with laughter, chatter, and the clamor of daily life had now vanished into gray ash. Buildings that once stood tall and graceful lay shattered. Majestic pillars had collapsed into wort