Xiao Lian snorted coldly, without even glancing back. She flew out of the martial arena like a soldier who had just completed an unimportant mission. There was no pride, no regret. She wasn’t even interested in seeing the result. Her steps were calm yet carried waves of pressure that hadn’t faded, sweeping over the disciples standing at the edge of the arena, leaving them speechless and frozen. The Master of the Thousand Star Heart Villa descended directly into the arena. In a single step, he was by his daughter’s side, embracing Bai Ruochen’s body whose knees could no longer support her. Her dress was stained with the dust of the arena, and her breathing was still labored. His gentle aura enveloped her body, easing the pain, but unable to conceal the sorrow flowing from Bai Ruochen’s eyes. “Father, forgive me. I was too weak. And too arrogant in the past.” Her voice was soft, yet clear. It slipped between her heavy breaths, laced with regret. Her eyes were slightly wet, and her

The audience in the stands jolted. Some of them stood up without realizing it, their bodies stiff, as if they had just woken from a nightmare. Others covered their mouths, unable to speak. Their eyes reflected the light of destruction—something they had never imagined could be done by a youth without any visible aura. But the true shock did not come from them. The Elders of the Xiao Clan—those who had witnessed great wars, who had seen sect-destroying techniques, and who mastered more secret arts than anyone else present—were stunned into silence. They did not speak, did not move, and didn’t even manage to conceal their reactions. They were not shocked because Xiao Tian was powerful. They were not surprised that he could survive. They were shocked because he had seen the weakness of a third-tier Divine Technique, one of the most carefully guarded legacies of the Xiao Clan. A technique even most Elders had yet to fully master. And beyond that—he destroyed it without using aura, w

The audience in the stands fell into sudden silence. Their mouths were open, but not a single sound came out. Even breathing seemed suspended. Some of the older-generation Elders visibly tensed. They had witnessed countless bloody battles, but never had they seen a young disciple humiliate his opponent in such a manner. Although Xiao Yie wasn’t the strongest among the Xiao Clan’s younger generation, he was ranked fourth. That was a high status, considering the Xiao Clan had millions of young members. Yet the rank that had long been considered a symbol of strength and pride—was now treated like mud beneath Xiao Tian’s feet. SPLASH!!! The final slap landed with greater force than before, throwing Xiao Yie several meters back. His body rolled, then crashed into the ground like a lifeless sack. Dust billowed as his body settled sideways, revealing a face that no longer resembled his own. He clutched both cheeks, now swollen beyond recognition. His skin was bruised, his face ruined. At

“Next match: Xiao Jue versus Long Batian of the Core Eternal Dragon Shadow Pavilion!” Xiao Hu’s voice echoed throughout the arena, amplified by a sound formation that caused the sky and ground to vibrate ever so slightly. The resonance rolled out like ripples from the center of a swirling energy vortex. As the names were announced, cheers erupted from the audience stands—an explosion of enthusiasm that had been held back by the earlier silence. The atmosphere shifted drastically. If the mood before had been tense and oppressive due to the duel between Xiao Tian and Xiao Yie, it now transformed into a controlled frenzy. Not wild—but intense. As if everyone understood that this was a battle destined to be recorded in history. “Finally, I get to witness the true power of the rare genius from the Eternal Dragon Shadow Pavilion!” said an Elder from a neutral faction, leaning forward with eyes gleaming as he stared at the arena. “Indeed. They say he’s not just a rare genius—he supposed

"Long Batian, don’t think that only someone with a True Dragon bloodline can possess a powerful physical body. Now, let’s compare our physical strength!" Suddenly, Xiao Jue’s body began to emit light. But it wasn’t aura. It wasn’t divine energy. It was a pure glow radiating from his skin. In an instant, his skin changed—turning clear, radiant, and reflecting a blinding golden light. His body didn’t grow larger. There was no dramatic physical transformation. But the atmosphere changed instantly. The air around his body seemed to freeze. Even the natural energy flow from the arena felt disrupted. That golden skin wasn’t just defense. It was a body transformation. An Immortal Body. But not just any immortal body. In the stands, Xiao Tian watched it all unfold. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. But his gaze narrowed, and behind his pupils, sharp awareness began to rise. Xiao Jue’s body… it wasn’t just any immortal body. “The Universal Immortal Body… and it has already reac