Anthony didn’t object. He only tipped his chin. “You drive. Anyone you can run down—do it.”He himself had no intention of getting in. Dragon-Slayer didn’t either. He stood by the road with a thin, cold smile. “Run them over.”With Anthony present, a solid weight seemed to settle in their chests. Thirteen hunched and hurried over, popped the lock, hotwired it. The engine roared awake; black exhaust snaked along the ground.Just then, several streaks of radiant light burst up from within the city, painting the night as if licked by flame. Dragon-Slayer’s eyes narrowed; his breath deepened. “The brothers have made their move.”“We move as well.” Anthony waved Thirteen on, then closed his fingers. Power streamed from his fingertips into the vehicle’s frame. It spread across the metal like an unseen skin, a faint tracery glimmering and gone.He knew this would draw heavier attention—even a sweeping encirclement. That was exactly what he wanted. Only by wrecking the enemy’s tempo could he

Boom!Power erupted from Anthony in a flood. His aura rose like a dragon’s bellow, leaping up from the earth’s spine. That “roar” wasn’t sound so much as air bursting under pressure. His force speared skyward along the ground’s backbone, punching through the black mist. The heavens split like torn cloth.Crack!The blast detonated high above. Several shadows fell like crows with broken wings, plummeting straight down and smashing into the street. Bones cracked audibly. Faces froze mid-fall in absolute terror, eyes bulging, throats hissing thinly. Blood sprayed, threading red into the seams between stones.After a single strike, Dragon-Slayer only narrowed his eyes. He was used to this unreasonable level of crushing force. Anthony’s monstrosity had always been like this—even gods would struggle to bear such boundless, heaped power. His conclusion was blunt and simple: to stand against Anthony was misfortune across eight lifetimes. If he ever had to face him… no need to think—cutting hi

One strike—at least a hundred dead on the spot.Elders watching from the Solar Kingdom ranks flinched, a weight of dread settling inch by inch behind their eyes. It was like staring into a chasm—were these men devils? The terror of that power numbed the tongue. No one spoke, but every heart present was skittering.If this killing went on, they would be finished.Anthony’s side hit wave after wave, each heavier than the last. The defense split in multiple places. It sounded unbelievable; it was simply true. Those who fancied themselves top-tier could not stand a single exchange against Anthony’s intensity. By comparison, they looked only incompetent.Nerves frayed. The field was parched clay under a desert sun—touch it, and it cracked to dust.Anthony arched a brow, gaze sweeping the fight. Thirteen Smith’s Dao was just as keen. Ardenia’s Taoists were not to be underestimated.Thirteen didn’t pause. He crossed his steps, hands weaving, voice low:“Sever! Kill!”“Wind—move—”“Burst!!”K

The heaving air over the four quarters suddenly sank. A darkened silhouette dragged itself out of the heights of the sky, like a deeper thread of night within the night, easing toward them. It had no sound, no scent; even the grain of its aura felt sanded smooth—more secret than a ghost, like a frost-sheathed dagger settling wordlessly to the throat.A heartbeat later, a figure fell from the heights. He touched down without a sound, yet his presence tore the silence around him. It was a tyranny that needed no words; with just an inch of ground underfoot, hearts clenched.“Holy Emperor!!”“The Holy Emperor is here!”“Lord Holy Emperor, a god forever…”“Lord Holy Emperor, mighty and unyielding!”“We can kill these Ardenians now…”“We must kill them…”The boiling shouts surged like oil set alight, raising the temperature of every throat at once. The Holy Emperor revealed himself—a man in his middle years, features unassuming, but a severity honed to lethal stillness. When his gaze droppe

“Y-you—why are you this strong…”Anthony’s mouth pulled into a cold curve. “It’s not that I’m strong. It’s that you’re useless.”Before the last syllable faded, he surged upward, a raptor cutting through knives of wind and sleet, and stooped.Boom!Explosions flowered across the sky, force scattering like invisible hammers pounding the void. Killing intent poured down like a tangible blaze.He raised another fist. Before it even landed, the gale at its edge flayed the dust to air.Bang!The Holy Emperor’s chest was punched straight through. Blood burst like a flower. His armor shattered; a hideous hole tore open across his front. He was blasted backward, blood running in a steady ribbon from his lips, his eyes wide with a terror that couldn’t focus—grasping at reality’s edge and finding nothing.The rim of the armor writhed, trying to stitch itself—futile against the gaping wound.He lifted his gaze in disbelief, and for the first time, true fear flooded his eyes—the primal dread of t