The room shimmered with wealth and arrogance. A ballroom filled with Apple City’s most powerful elites, corporate giants, and crime lords in tailored suits and designer gowns. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over conversations that weren’t just business—they were power plays.And in the center of it all, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand, was Marcus Fang.A man who had spent his life crawling through the filth of the corporate underworld, only to polish himself into something resembling legitimacy. A CEO, an investor, and most importantly—a man still clinging to the ashes of The Eternal Clan.He smirked as he addressed the crowd, voice carrying just enough mockery to be a challenge.“Louis Kindsor? Oh, please.” Marcus chuckled, swirling his drink lazily. “He was only dangerous because of The Broker. Now? He’s nothing but a fallen prince—no throne, no power, just a name that used to mean something.”A ripple of laughter spread through the guests. Some joined in; others exc

In the center of the room, by the floor-to-ceiling windows, sat Louis.Calm. Unmoved.Sipping tea.A delicate porcelain cup in his fingers, steam rising in soft, slow curls.His eyes met Wu Ren’s through the darkness, unreadable, as if he had been expecting him all along.Wu Ren’s fingers tightened around his blade.This wasn’t normal.No fear. No surprise. No attempt to defend himself.Louis exhaled softly. "You’re late."Wu Ren didn’t hesitate.His blade flashed forward, moving faster than the human eye could track.A perfect strike.Straight for the throat.The end of Louis Kindsor.And then—CRACK.Before Wu Ren’s strike could connect, Louis simply lifted a hand.With one casual motion, he waved his fingers—And Wu Ren’s blade shattered.Splinters of steel exploded mid-air, the fragments cutting into Wu Ren’s own skin.Pain lanced up his wrist as the bones snapped under an unseen force.Wu Ren staggered back, gasping, his entire arm useless, mangled.This shouldn’t be possible.Wu

The massive ballroom of Apple City’s Grand Imperial Hotel was packed with the city’s wealthiest elites, politicians, and hidden cultivators from ancient sects. Crystal chandeliers bathed the crowd in golden light, while murmurs of anticipation rippled through the sea of tailored suits and designer gowns.At the center of the hall stood Grandmaster Bai, an imposing figure clad in dark martial robes embroidered with golden dragons. His presence radiated an aura of overwhelming dominance—an iron will forged through decades of cultivation. His piercing gaze swept across the audience before settling on one man.Louis Kindsor.Dressed in an immaculate black suit, one hand casually swirling a glass of deep red wine, the other resting lazily in his pocket, Louis exuded an air of indifference.Bai scoffed. "So, this is the so-called king of Apple City? A mere businessman who stumbled upon a bit of power?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "The Eternal Clan does not

The Grand Imperial Hotel stood on the edge of collapse. The once-luxurious ballroom was now a war zone—cracked marble floors, shattered chandeliers, and fallen pillars bore witness to the terrifying clash that had just unfolded.But the fight was far from over.The Eternal Clan refused to accept defeat.Hundreds of cultivators in dark robes surged forward, their eyes burning with both fury and desperation. Behind them, the four remaining Elders of the Eternal Clan floated midair, their aura surging like a rising storm.A tall, silver-haired elder at the front, Head Elder Fang, raised his hand, halting his disciples. His voice carried across the ruined hall, sharp and venomous."Louis Kindsor… you have underestimated the power of the Eternal Clan." His fingers tightened into a fist. "We are not merely a group of cultivators—we are a legacy that has stood for centuries. You will not walk away from this alive."Louis remained standing in the same spot. His black suit, still pristine, gav

With a casual flick of his wrist, Louis’s aura exploded again.A wave of crimson energy surged from his body, sending the air shuddering with the force of a hurricane.The ground beneath them cracked, dust rising in clouds as the Eternal Clan disciples stumbled back, their faces filled with horror.Louis didn’t wait for Xian to make the first move.His body surged forward with blinding speed, a shadow of destruction that moved faster than the human eye could follow. Xian barely had time to react as Louis slammed his palm into the ground.BOOM!The Crimson Dragon Force burst outward like an explosion, sending the surrounding cultivators flying through the air.Their bodies slammed into walls, the impact breaking bones and shattering ribs. The ground beneath them rippled as the air itself bent under the pressure.The Elders, who had once stood proud, now found themselves backing away, their hands raised in desperation. “No… this can’t be happening…”Patriarch Xian’s eyes flared with a m