"He's from the Starry Sky Realm, right? But that aura just now… impossible," one of the disciples from the Guang Clan furrowed his brows, trying to recall all the known names of geniuses from the central galaxy. His voice trembled in confusion, as if something had blurred his memory. There was no name “Xiao Tian” on that list. Even in the Guang Clan’s records—famous for meticulously documenting young talents from across the galaxy—that name had never appeared. “Was that a secret technique? Or was he using some kind of power-enhancing artifact?” another asked, though his tone was doubtful. The question was barely acknowledged. Some exchanged glances, understanding that such a question was too naive. Even if it were an artifact, it was impossible for that kind of pressure to come from an object alone. It was a form of dominance born from awareness and murderous intent—something that could only come from real experience and true power. Several disciples from major sects began discussin

BOOM!!! Xiao Tian’s killing aura exploded—far more terrifying than the combined killing aura of millions. His killing intent wasn’t something invisible and merely sensed—it took shape, forming into black mist, carrying the murderous will of those he had slain. These willful remnants emerged as vague shadows behind the mist, swirling like silent, screaming dark spirits. They weren’t illusions. They were real, in a form that defied comprehension. Each shadow carried traces of death from the battlefields Xiao Tian had passed through. And the mist expanded, as though it intended to swallow heaven and earth. WHOOSSHH!!! BOOM!!! Overwhelmed by the difference in killing intent, millions of young warriors released their martial auras. More than that, they even revealed their trump cards—skills they had meant to keep hidden. Brilliant lights surged from weapons, formations, and martial arts techniques, echoing through the air and merging into waves of energy pressing from every direction.

Even though Juanjuan spoke so boldly, not a single youth was willing to give way and let him enter the gate to the martial arena. Each group held their ground like packs of beasts unwilling to back down, all in defense of their pride. And so, a massive battle erupted among the great powers of the galactic core. The sky outside the gate trembled once again. Auras clashed violently, formations and martial techniques lit up the battlefield, and many had already begun to fall. But none of that concerned Xiao Tian. His steps had already crossed the boundary of the selection, and now he stood in a place of far greater importance. Within the Xiao Clan’s martial arena, a colossal battleground stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles. The ground extended endlessly like a heavenly plain carved from sky-forged stone. Around it, towering spectator stands that could seat hundreds of millions—perhaps even billions—encircled the arena in majestic grandeur. The stands rose in layered tiers lik

The audience stands grew noisy with murmurs discussing the name of the Wang Clan. Several elders opened their information talismans, but their searches returned empty. No records, no emblem, not even an affiliation indicating that Wang Tian was connected to any registered power in the galactic center. Far from the arena, deep within the Xiao Clan palace, someone else was watching. That person smiled bitterly upon seeing the name Wang Tian. The smile wasn’t bitter with disappointment, but rather with the weight of knowledge—because that name was not ordinary. The protective formation of the palace cast a soft glow onto his calm face, yet his eyes held deep emotion. His gaze was not fixed on the projected information screen, but seemed to pierce through space itself—as if he were looking directly at the young man now standing in the arena. “Tian’er didn’t even want to use the Xiao Clan name. He chose to use his mother’s clan name instead.” The one who spoke was none other than the S

The Master of the Thousand Star Heart Villa and the Leader of the Eternal Dragon Shadow Pavilion were drenched in cold sweat. Their chests rose and fell—not from exhaustion, but from the sudden immense psychological pressure. Especially the Master of the Thousand Star Heart Villa, as Xiao Tian had entered the competition using his villa’s quota. If the accusations were true, the issue was no longer just Xiao Tian’s—it would also tarnish the villa’s reputation. Their robes trembled slightly, despite the absence of wind. Veins bulged at the temple of the Villa Master, while the Pavilion Leader’s eyes narrowed sharply, calculating the worst possible outcomes that might unfold in the next few moments. It was as if the eyes of the entire world now focused on a single point of unease they had never anticipated. The entire spectator stand and martial arena suddenly grew suffocating. A terrifying killing intent erupted from the leaders of each power. The vibrations could not be hidden. The