As the crowd knelt in reverence and awe, they noticed that Xiao Tian did not kneel. His figure remained upright, even when the very sky seemed to bow under the presence of the Supreme Divine Emperor. Everyone was certain—Xiao Tian was as good as dead. No one expected anyone to dare show such defiance before Xiao Jian, especially in the heart of an arena guarded by the laws and authority of the Xiao Clan. The expressions of elders, core disciples, and even several power leaders in the stands shifted. They exchanged glances filled with shock, concern, and confusion. Some even gritted their teeth, as though watching the final seconds of a man about to be erased by his own arrogance. The Master of the Thousand Star Heart Villa and the Leader of the Eternal Dragon Shadow Pavilion quickly sent a sound transmission to Xiao Tian. Their tones were rushed and tense. “Young friend, kneel quickly. Don’t act on impulse! Even if you refuse to kneel before the heavens themselves, this time you mu

After welcoming the special guests, several young members of the Xiao Clan appeared in the golden palace. There were thirty young individuals radiating powerful auras that enveloped the entire arena like waves of unavoidable energy. Each of their steps caused slight ripples in the air, and their faces were filled with confidence and pride. Every movement showed that they were geniuses prepared to become future leaders of the Xiao Clan. Their footsteps weren’t rushed, but they moved with a rhythm that stirred the atmosphere. Each gaze swept across the arena with an unfeigned sense of certainty. The aura of direct Xiao Clan lineage radiated clearly from their bodies, an undeniable signal of the pure bloodline they carried. Even before the battles began, some of the spectators gritted their teeth, feeling an unseen mental pressure. On the main throne, Xiao Jian observed them one by one. His gaze wasn’t gentle, but neither did it contain forced sternness. It was as if he was assessing,

Xiao Hu looked over the 130 participants in the martial arena. His gaze was sharp and firm, carrying an invisible pressure that blanketed the entire space. No one dared make a sound—not even a breath went unnoticed, as if time had frozen. “Are you all ready?” he asked, his voice echoing, shaking the air, and crashing against the arena walls like a deep thunder that struck the chest. “We are ready,” all the participants answered in unison. Their voices echoed, perfectly synchronized, shaking the air and casting a brief silence across the entire arena. The harmony created an invisible vibration that spread to every corner, as if announcing the start of something monumental. Xiao Hu nodded firmly. His movement was slow, yet it carried an authority that couldn’t be questioned. With that one nod, it felt as if the line between a game and reality had been clearly drawn. He raised his hand, and from the long sleeve of his robe, a token was tossed into the air. It spun slowly, emitting

Seeing the thousands of hands forged from three elements, Xiao Tian didn’t panic in the slightest. Instead, he closed his eyes. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, as if even time held its breath at the sight of such an impossible act. Then, he walked through the air—approaching the attack directly. BAANG! BAANG! BAANG! BAANG! Every incoming palm was met with a light swipe, one flowing movement to the next. Xiao Tian brushed them aside effortlessly as he walked calmly, as if the attack meant nothing to him. His palm didn’t explode with brute force but moved with precision, slicing through the energy channels of the enemy’s assault. Not a single strike touched his body—not even a trace of pressure clung to his robe. The wind around him remained calm, unaffected by the violent collisions that erupted to his left and right. His robe didn’t flutter, his face didn’t flinch, and his steps never faltered. His movements were unhurried, peaceful—like someone strolling down an ordi

Xiao Tian stood beside Bai Ruochen. His face remained expressionless, like someone who had lost something within himself. His gaze was empty, showing neither relief nor pride. It was as if what had just occurred wasn't a victory, but an indescribable loss. Even the pulse of aura surrounding him felt dim—not due to exhaustion, but because something was being deeply buried beneath his silence. Bai Ruochen glanced at him briefly. There was a faint unease in her mind. She wanted to ask what was wrong with Xiao Tian. But not a single word came out of her lips. A tremor within her restrained her tongue, like an invisible voice warning that even a single question could tear open something Xiao Tian was struggling to suppress. Her gaze seemed to want to delve deeper, but she dared not go further. "Congratulations, you’ve won your first match," Bai Ruochen finally said. Her voice was gentle, yet distant—like someone trying to touch a frozen wall that gave no chance to warm. "This wasn’t a m