Upon feeling Xiao Hu's aura, Xiao Wen turned pale. In front of a Supreme God Emperor realm, the Heavenly God King realm was like a small puddle compared to a boundless ocean. The subtle trembling of his body could not be concealed. His legs nearly lost balance, but he forced himself to stand upright, even as his clenched fists cracked at the joints. He knew that a single wrong move could cost him his life. "Xiao Wen, if you still dare to interfere with the match, don’t blame me for disciplining an old bastard like you!" The tone struck like a lightning whip lashing across the back of his neck. Xiao Wen no longer dared to argue. Even though he wanted to kill Xiao Tian, he did not dare to oppose Xiao Hu. If he did, instead of avenging his grandson’s death, he might end up dead himself. Facing this pressure alone was enough to nearly paralyze his heart. His eyes trembled violently, his lips restrained a curse, but he slightly lowered his head as a sign of temporary surrender. However

Above the arena sky, pressure began swirling into a massive spiral. The two dragons continued to shoot forward like two arrows of fate, ready to determine who truly deserved the highest name among the younger generation of the Xiao Clan. “WRATH OF THE DIVINE DRAGON!” Xiao Tian’s voice thundered across the sky, bringing with it a new wave of pressure. The source of that voice didn’t seem to come from his mouth alone—but from the depths of the power flowing through his blood. The sky trembled, and the ground beneath the spectators’ feet felt like it took a long breath before diving into a storm. Xiao Tian used the Wrath of the Divine Dragon technique again—but this time, something was different. A difference that no eye could ignore. The dragon claw was now wreathed in both fire and lightning. Its destructive aura had doubled. The flames blazed like tongues from hell, coiling around every segment of the claw, while bolts of lightning danced between the claws, like bloodthirsty spirit

There was a Qilin with a glowing horn, a Dragon whose scales spiraled like galaxies, a Tiger with lightning-filled eyes, a nine-headed Wolf with tails that coiled through the heavens, and most striking of all: Sarata, the Celestial Fish—so massive that it had only been mentioned once in ancient scriptures. It was believed to be the first living form of the heavens, existing even before the sky itself took shape. Let alone Xiao Jue, who stood in the arena and felt the full pressure of the thousands of these creatures—even the Elders, Guardians, and Ancients who had lived for thousands or even millions of years trembled in fear. Some of them held their breath longer than usual, as the energy radiating from those beasts had surpassed the scale of any ordinary technique. At the center of the main tribunal, Xiao Jian, Patriarch of the Xiao Clan, sat upright, his palm clenched tightly around the armrest. His eyes didn’t blink as he stared at the sky, now filled with Celestial Thunder Beas

Hearing the word “Father” didn’t just shock Xiao Wen, but it shook the entire Divine Lightning Fire Galaxy to its core. Whether they were in the audience stands or watching through formation screens scattered across every Realm in the Divine Lightning Fire Galaxy, everyone was stunned. Each screen flickered, and gasps echoed in various places simultaneously. A vibration stirred in every cultivator’s chest, impossible to suppress. The information spread faster than lightning, infiltrating every corner of the great powers. Each sect, clan, and ruling faction immediately activated their formations, confirming what they had just witnessed. None dared to draw conclusions hastily, but none dared to ignore it either. At the peak of the honor guest stands, the Master of the Thousand-Star Heart Villa stared at the Leader of the Eternal Dragon Shadow Pavilion. Neither showed excessive expression, but a faint smirk tugged at the corners of their lips. A flicker of understanding glinted in thei

The head of the Thunderfire Beast opened its mouth—and then unleashed a terrifying suction force! BUZZ!!! The two disk treasures owned by Divine Emperor Siyuhan were forcibly pulled. They trembled as if resisting, but the pull from the beast’s mouth was something unstoppable. The space around them began to shrink, as though being sucked in together. The sound of the vortex vanished in an instant, and only a void remained as the two treasures shot into the sky—before being devoured by the massive head of the Thunderfire Beast. There was no explosion. No ripple. No tremor. Yet precisely because of that—everyone who witnessed it understood just how terrifying Xiao Jian’s power truly was. A power that needed no dramatic effects, for its calmness itself was destruction. No noise was needed to prove who stood at the peak. “This isn’t good. This power has surpassed even the Supreme God Emperor level!” thought Divine Emperor Siyuhan to himself. “I must leave this place!” declared Divi