Xiao Tian stood tall in the center of the fading whirlwind. Although his face was pale and his breathing heavy, the aura radiating from his body remained the same—sharp, powerful, and terrifying. Silence filled the isolated world for quite some time after Xiao Tian had subdued fifty opponents at once. Ripples of lightning energy still swirled in the air, creating faint sparks each time they collided with the lingering divine energy dispersing from his fallen enemies. Xiao Tian stood amid the battlefield scarred by countless traces of combat. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his face grew even paler. Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his temples, proof that his body had borne an overwhelming burden. Yet those eyes—sharp and cold—still burned with light, staring straight ahead without faltering. While all the spectators remained frozen, small murmurs began to rise from the upper stands. “He’s exhausted.” “Right, even walking looks difficult for

Xiao Tian did not answer again. He simply stood still, blood dripping from his chin, but his aura still pulsed faintly—almost invisible, yet enough to show that even though his body was shattered, his resolve had not faded. The spectators who witnessed it all knew that whatever would happen next was no longer a battle for Chaos Stones, but a fight between true honor and greed disguised as victory. “Hahahaha, boy, your tone is too big. As if you could even leave this place alive!” BOOM!!! Jimingho unleashed his aura, and in an instant, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire martial arena. Divine power surged sharply, making the air vibrate heavily as if struck repeatedly by a giant hammer. His body slowly lifted slightly from the ground, surrounded by a thick vortex of energy flowing powerfully in every direction. Jimingho, who had reached the eighth rank of the Supreme God Kings, even though he had not yet broken through to the first rank of Divine Emperor, possessed an aura

They both moved faster and faster. Their bodies were only visible as two faint lights clashing in the middle of the dust vortex. Every time the swords met, a brief spark of light appeared, disappearing again before the dust could cover it. Jimingho pushed with full force, then slashed from bottom to top. Xiao Tian twisted his wrist, tilting his sword, and deflecting the slash. His footsteps remained light, moving quickly to the opponent's left side. With a nearly instantaneous counter-movement, he slashed towards Jimingho's stomach. Jimingho jumped back, their distance opening for only a moment before they both lunged again. The swords clashed again, this time the sound of the impact echoed long, followed by a small explosion from the friction of their colliding forces at one point. They continued to exchange attacks, thrusts, and slashes, without either slowing down even slightly. The tips of their swords were sometimes only an inch away from the opponent's body, but neither lost

The air that was initially calm was now turbulent. The black gas rising into the sky swirled like a giant vortex, swallowing the light around it. Each movement created a heavy sound like the friction of ancient metals locked in time. Subtle vibrations spread to the limits of the isolation world, making its surface appear to throb softly. WHOOSSHH!!! WHOOSSHH!!! Seven giant palms formed from the black gas swirling in the air, as if emerging from the void. Each of those palms moved quickly, gripping the bodies of the white dragons that were darting with full force. Their grip was so strong that the movements of the dragons stopped in the air. RHOOAAR!!! RHOOAAR!!! The sound of dragon roars shook the entire isolation world, but none could break free. Their bodies writhed, the dragon scales vibrating under tremendous pressure. The black gas that formed the palms showed no signs of weakening at all. The air vibrated from the clash of forces pressing against each other. As the dragon

His first slash hit the air. BOOM!!! A pressure explosion formed, causing the surrounding dust to rise high and spin like a small vortex. The ground surface beneath his attack split, leaving a long scratch mark that glowed from energy friction. His second attack followed without pause. The air vibrated before the slash was actually released. BOOM!!! A loud bang echoed again. Pressure waves spread in all directions, shaking the boundaries of the isolation space that held their battle. Jimingho did not stop. He swung his sword continuously, like an endless storm. Each swing created an explosive sound that merged with the sound of metal clashing and air cracking. The energy released from his body merged with the remnants of his anger, forming a vortex of wild power that swirled around him. The spectators watching could only remain silent. Some of the younger generation held their breath, their eyes widening as they saw the attacks that continuously rained down on the isolation spa