Kaelen Viremont’s eyes were calm. Too calm. But underneath that quiet, a storm was brewing.“Your comprehension of the Four Seasons Sword Technique is impressive,” he said, voice steady, unshakable. “If your opponent were anyone else, they’d be dead by now. But… your opponent is me.”In an instant, silver erupted in his hand. The artifact hammer he’d seized from Merrick Drovane appeared, faintly glowing.Boom!Kaelen poured his vital energy into it, essence flowing like molten gold. Dong… dong… dong… The hammer’s pulse echoed across the arena like a giant’s heartbeat. What had been palm-sized swelled rapidly, growing as massive as a small mountain. Golden energy from his Divine Creation Art wrapped the weapon, amplifying its destructive power beyond imagination.Boom!With a single swing, Kaelen brought it down. A strike that could shatter ten thousand techniques, a meteor of raw force smashing through the four Martial Spirit warriors’ sword spirit domains.Rumble! Rumble!“Ahhh!”“Ah

Elder Helara’s eyes fixed on Kaelen Viremont, sharp as a blade. “It seems you harbor a deep hatred for Grimveil. But… if you were to acknowledge me as your master, I could help you settle this. What do you say?”A flicker of killing intent sparked in her beautiful eyes. She’d fought through storms of blood to reach this level—ruthless, decisive, unstoppable.Kaelen shook his head, calm as ever. “Elder Helara… I appreciate your offer, but this—I’ll handle it myself.”Her elegant brows drew together. “Grimveil is a half-step Martial Emperor. And his personal disciple, Ravion, has entrenched himself in the Outer Sect for years. He’s already a profound Martial King—stronger than many Inner Sect disciples. Are you sure you don’t need my help?”“My grudges, my hands,” Kaelen said firmly. “If someone else resolves them for me, I won’t be satisfied.”Helara’s eyes narrowed… then a hearty laugh escaped her. She stretched out a jade-like hand and patted him on the shoulder. “You brat. I like yo

The Life-and-Death Stage was drenched in crimson. Kyrian’s blood painted the ancient bluestone in dark, unsettling swirls. The crowd… they were frozen. Every eye wide, every breath caught somewhere in their throats. Silence settled like a heavy fog, broken only by the faint echo of Kaelen’s slow, deliberate footsteps.It finally hit them. Kaelen wasn’t reckless. Not at all. This—this was pure, terrifying courage. The kind that made your stomach twist and your mind refuse to believe it.Su Chen’s voice trembled, almost a whisper. “So… that’s why. His power… It’s beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.” He’d known Kaelen was strong—ever since Kaelen had saved him from Sylas Myngar—but witnessing this? Speechless didn’t even begin to cover it. This wasn’t just a prodigy. This was… something else. Something unreal.Kyrian. Just the name made every disciple of the Outer Sect shiver. Number-one expert. Wielder of the Azure Ocean Martial Spirit. A title earned only through decades of unmatched s

In his previous life as the son of the God Emperor, Kaelen had seen prodigies rise like comets across the Divine Dynasty—beings whose talent seemed to mock even the heavens. Some wielded the Heaven-Dominating Body, others the Primordial Saint Physique, and a rare few bore the Desolate God Body. Names and titles blurred in his memory, each one a mark of extraordinary skill. Brilliance was common in that world, but true mastery? That separated the exceptional from the merely gifted.Yet Kaelen never let himself get complacent. Not even with the Creation Divine Art flowing through his veins—the supreme inheritance of all ages. His father, Emperor Therion Viremont, had told him once, “A true master will forever regard himself as a student.” Those words stuck, a guiding light through countless trials.A quiet smile tugged at Kaelen’s lips as he murmured the phrase. Soft, almost unintentional, yet in a chamber full of trained martial artists, even a whisper could not go unnoticed.“A true m

Kaelen’s mind wouldn’t stop racing. The words of the Guardian Elder, the tales of Zayden… could the Outland Evil Tribe really have returned? A cold dread coiled around his chest, tightening with every heartbeat. Even a fourth-rank Martial Sovereign—a being strong enough to level mountains—had spoken of them with a wary respect hidden behind calm authority. That alone was enough to make Kaelen’s blood run cold.And Zayden’s revelation didn’t help. In ages past, the Outland Evil Tribe had almost wiped the Velarion Continent clean. Cities burned. Forests withered. Rivers blackened with chaos. History had always felt distant. But hearing it again, as if alive in the present… it sparked urgency, a fire in Kaelen’s chest.I must grow stronger. And fast.Beside him, Zayden and Luthien Aris mirrored his focus. Calm faces, but Kaelen could see the worry lurking behind their eyes.“You need not fear,” the white-haired Guardian Elder said, his voice calm but commanding, carrying centuries of aut