“Guardian Elder, my grandson used the clan’s secret attack technique, so he couldn’t stop his strike when his opponent was still in front of him.” Suddenly, a voice was heard from the spectator stands. The voice was deep, yet full of certainty and honor. It didn’t carry excessive emotion, but it was enough to make the entire arena fall silent and turn their heads at once. It didn’t take long for those present to recognize who the voice belonged to. A figure in a black-and-gold robe stood with a straight back and an unshaken expression. He was the Sacred Elder of the Xiao Clan, one of the few who still held the old scrolls in memory, the highest pillar within the clan’s internal organization, and one of the voices capable of altering the direction of major decisions. Xiao Hu turned toward him, then let out a cold snort. There was no sign of respect in his eyes, only an irritation that was hard to hide. His gaze was like a sword piercing through flesh, yet calm like dew that had not y

The competition continued. A series of battles took place in quick succession. The protective formation lights once again illuminated every corner of the arena. Each fight was intense, yet remained under full control of the Elders. Not a single participant dared to violate Xiao Hu’s warning. Xiao Tian once again demonstrated his dominance. He defeated his opponent with little meaningful resistance, thereby securing his place in the quarterfinals. His steps were steady and unwavering. Every strike he unleashed seemed to be calculated with precision, leaving no room for his opponent to breathe. However, a different fate befell Xiao Lian. Despite showcasing incredible strength and nearly breaking through her opponent’s defense, she was ultimately defeated. The one who beat her was no ordinary foe. It was Xiao Yue—someone who had also inherited the power of the starry heavens. Their battle was fierce, but in the end, it was Xiao Yue who stood tall. That match stirred many hearts. Some

In Xiao Tian’s heart, emotions he had long buried began to stir. He realized that the girl who had once stood by his side now stood in a completely different place. Xiao Yue was no longer someone weak or dependent on others. The inheritance of the starry heavens had transformed her, strengthening her spirit and perseverance. She was now a finalist, standing before the great figures of the outside world. Yet ironically, she had no idea who stood beside her. “Xiao Yue... you’ve grown this much,” Xiao Tian thought quietly, “but you still don’t recognize the person who used to always be near you. If I showed my real face, maybe you would stop fighting and come to me.” But it wasn’t time yet. The identity he wore was not without reason. Until everything was resolved, the disguise had to be maintained. He knew that Xiao Yue’s shock would come eventually—at the right moment. Silently, the four participants returned to their places in the spectator stands. Now, all attention shifted fully

Without warning, Xiao Jue lunged forward. His body turned into a flash of lightning, crossing the distance in an instant. A kick swung toward Xiao Tian’s head. It wasn’t a test attack—it was an opening strike meant to kill. BAANG!!! Xiao Tian’s body was pushed backward. He blocked the kick with both arms. Energy clashed. The impact echoed loudly. Even though he took the full force head-on, his body only stepped back five paces. His footing was firm, neither shaking nor collapsing. In his mind, he murmured coldly, “Not bad. Although his Cosmic Immortal Body is only ranked twenty-three in the mid-tier, his divine energy significantly strengthens his physical form.” On the other hand, Xiao Jue paused. His eyes narrowed slightly. He had expected his strike to launch Xiao Tian across the arena—maybe even crash him into the boundary. But the result was only five steps back. That wasn’t the outcome he had anticipated. It was a warning sign. “Hahaha, no matter how strong Wang Tian is, be

Xiao Tian stood in midair with a surging aura. Even though he was only at the first rank of the True God Realm after advancing eight levels, and Xiao Jue was at the third rank, Xiao Tian's aura was denser. It was so intense it seemed to tear space and slice the air, making it hard for many elders and young disciples to breathe properly just by being too close to the center of that power. Some were even forced to retreat dozens of steps, their faces pale, chests tight, as if their hearts were being crushed by a force beyond their understanding. Above the arena sky, thick clouds began to swirl wildly. A deep rumbling echoed in everyone’s ears—not from the sky, but from the vibration in their own souls, unprepared to withstand the pressure of Xiao Tian’s aura. Several mid-level elders glanced at each other with tense expressions. No one dared to speak. They all knew what Xiao Tian was releasing wasn’t just raw power. It was the absolute pressure of someone standing at the boundary betwe