Darian’s eyes were half-lidded. Beneath his calm exterior, rage simmered, boiling against the dam of his self-control. For ten long years, he had endured the mockery and ridicule of the Valeblue clan disciples. And yet, despite it all, he still held some measure of affection for the Valeblue family—especially for the middle-aged man he respectfully called Uncle Theron.After all… this was the place where he had grown up.So, he stood silently, waiting for Theron’s judgment.“Patriarch,” Lucian’s deep voice cut through the still air, “I earnestly request that you grant me these two demands.”The martial arena fell into utter silence. Even the elders, lined along the side, were momentarily speechless. Only Eldric, the Third Elder, narrowed his eyes and cast an unreadable glance at Darian.Lucian had made his requests with perfect composure. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, face calm, as his eyes locked onto the patriarch. Behind him, the Spirit Core pulsed gently, radiat

“Three punches to blow me away? Hahahaha…”Kaelen’s scarred cheek twitched as his booming laughter echoed across the courtyard. “Trash Darian, for a moment I thought your challenge to Lucian meant you had some guts. Turns out you’ve just gone mad! What’s wrong—ten years as a useless cripple finally got to you?“Heh… trash will always be trash. Daydream all you like, but remember to keep your tail between your legs. Otherwise, if I’m in a bad mood one day, I might crush you with a single finger!”The ridicule was infectious. The five or six Valeblue youths standing with Aeris burst out laughing, their eyes sweeping over Darian with naked contempt.Aeris’s lips curved in a faint, mocking smile. To her, the very fact that she had once been engaged to Darian was an unbearable humiliation—one she had never forgiven.She was Theron’s daughter, the Aeris family’s jewel. Countless times she had privately begged her father to annul the engagement. Every time, he had refused. In her mind, there

The Moon Seal and Star Seal shattered beneath Darian’s hands, revealing two objects of entirely different shapes. His eyes sparkled with anticipation.He already had a faint idea about the fiery-red, fragrance-emitting sphere, so he first approached the jet-black rectangular box. This mysterious item stirred his curiosity.It felt cool to the touch.Darian placed his right hand lightly on the box’s surface. The initial sensation was its cool temperature. As his fingers traced its form, he sensed an odd texture.“Cool and smooth, yet somehow rough with grainy lines… What material could this box be made from to feel so contradictory?” he wondered.His gaze sharpened. He extended his other hand, applied a little pressure with both, and easily lifted the quietly floating box.“About four paces long, one pace wide, pitch black and rectangular... almost weightless. What could this be?”Studying it closely, he couldn’t discern anything obvious, yet the box gave off an unusual feeling—as if i

The Valeblue Clan’s Martial Arena buzzed with anticipation.Every member of the family was gathered—from Patriarch Theron Valeblue and the venerable elders to the cluster of eager young disciples. The air thrummed with excitement.Groups of young Valeblue disciples whispered among themselves, their eyes repeatedly drawn toward the lone figure seated cross-legged on the arena’s center platform. Envy and anticipation lit their faces.Aeris, standing like a radiant moon among stars, fixed her beautiful eyes on that figure—but her lips pressed tight with simmering resentment.Darian Kaelthorn … you dare humiliate me? Worthless trash, just wait. Today, Brother Lucian will trample you beneath his feet.The figure sat calmly, eyes closed, a faint silver Spirit Core hovering behind him, its powerful aura pulsing like a storm ready to break Lucian.His heart beat fast with excitement and burning desire.I never imagined it would come so soon! The Hundred Cities War, held once every three years

Rooaaar!A sound, deeper and more domineering than any tiger’s roar, echoed through the arena—a sound that carried the ancient majesty of a flood dragon.Darian’s eyes narrowed.Heavenly Gang Wandering Dragon Hand.This was no ordinary martial art. It was the Valeblue Clan’s supreme high-grade technique—reserved only for the clan head and the clan’s number-one genius—and cultivated alongside the mid-grade Heavenrend Force to achieve its full power.Lucian had clearly been taught this ultimate skill.Buzz!In Darian’s vision, two azure flood-dragon shadows, each a foot long, coiled tightly around Lucian’s hands. Even for someone already in the Valor Soul Stage of the Mortal Purification Stage, this top-tier technique demanded absolute focus. As Lucian’s white origin force surged to its peak, a fierce, domineering aura rolled outward in all directions.Roar!Behind Darian, golden-red qi and blood erupted like a raging tide, his Holy Dao battle aura surging violently. The phantom of a go