Karl let loose a heaven‑shaking roar. The beastly markings covering his body seemed to awaken all at once, roaring in unison as tangible shockwaves rippled outward from within him.The terrifying sound waves shattered the black dragon breath in an instant, laying bare the secret hidden within.What emerged was a pale blue sword shadow, slightly curved and shaped like a dragon’s fang.It sliced silently through the void, leaving pitch‑black rifts in its wake as space itself was cut open. The sensation was akin to a searing blade shearing through oil—swift, sharp, and unstoppable.Nothing could bar its path. All things were pierced through by that slender streak of sword light.The moment Karl forced back the black dragon breath to reveal the blade, Sweetie and the others nearby sensed its presence. She stared at the sword shadow in utter shock, a look of stunned disbelief crossing her cold, beautiful features for the very first time.That sword light carried an indescribably pure, pier

He glanced inside the defensive formation set up by their group. Layer upon layer of protective artifacts hovered in midair, emanating solid barriers of defense. Once fully deployed, even an Eight-Star Elementary Heavenly Spirit Realm expert would struggle to break through them in a short time.Albert sent the golden lotus throne into their secured perimeter. At that moment, Nitia and Pierce also darted over, two jade meditation mats shimmering with profound dark light beneath their feet.Well done, Cousin Albert. Karl stands as the foremost prodigy of the Langman Supreme Clan’s younger generation. Your victory over him has greatly restored the prestige of our Martin Supreme Clan. There was clear delight in Nitia’s gaze as she looked at him. She had once harbored doubts toward Albert as their newly appointed Dragon Chief, for his status as an Iridescent Soul Body had always seemed underwhelming. Yet his fierce battle against Karl today had swept away every last trace of skepticism.Ka

Countless eyes turned toward them, filled with undisguised envy. Even so, none felt disappointed with their own gains. Though they had not achieved an evolution of their soul rank, they could clearly sense that this baptism had shaved off half a year’s worth of soul tempering. Those six months entailed far more than mere time; the soul essence consumed over that period amounted to an enormous fortune. For many rogue cultivators, and even outstanding talents from major factions, such a cost was anything but trivial.One only needed to look at Albert, a direct descendant of the Dragon Vein Bloodline. Even faced with immensely valuable Eight-Star soul essence, he still lived in constant scarcity. Most cultivators exercised great restraint when absorbing and refining such consumables, fearing the buildup of impurities that would eventually solidify their souls and trap their growth. Yet Albert’s unique constitution allowed him to indulge without restraint—turning him into a veritable gold

Pas looked dejected and said, It seems that among the prodigies of our Langman Supreme Clan across these two generations, only you, Elder Brother, hold the greatest hope of attaining Nine-Star rank.Karl did not deny this. With his talent of a Lower Nine-Star Soul, his foundation and potential were indeed far superior to Ian’s.It matters little that Clan Brother Ian failed in his condensation. He has prepared the Intermediate Heavenly Spirit Pill. He can seize the lingering momentum from this baptism to directly breakthrough to the Intermediate Heavenly Spirit Realm. Though the secret realm is bound by restrictive laws, his strength will still surge by a great margin, far outstripping all other cultivators in the Elementary Heavenly Spirit Realm.When the time comes, we may even take the chance to slaughter a few members of the Martin Supreme Clan. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he finished speaking.At that moment, Ian opened his eyes with a dark, somber expression. Sensing

Having attained this realm, Euphemia stood a far greater chance of reaching the God Realm in the future than he did. She would even keep surpassing him at every step—how could he possibly remain calm?Craving death? That is trivial.Euphemia’s voice was icy cold, devoid of the slightest emotion. The nine celestial stars behind her suddenly began rotating at extreme speed. As their velocity intensified, the nine stars merged directly into a radiant halo that materialized behind her.The halo was wondrous and profound, etched with faint, intricate ancient runes that flickered in and out of sight. At the same time, it transformed into something akin to a black hole, devouring the energy of heaven and earth at a terrifying rate.The soul power fluctuations emanating from Euphemia’s body surged wildly without restraint.Countless gazes locked onto the luminous halo forged from the nine stellar orbs behind her, and a wave of astonished murmurs rippled through the crowd.That is… the exclusi