All Chapters of Rebirth of the Battle God: Chapter 111
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Chapter 111: Once Again, Zevarian Lytheris!
Darian Kaelthorn’s mind spun like a storm, instinct screaming for him to refuse. But then—he saw Lyrath Vael’s spiritual eyes. They were smiling. Not fully, not completely, but just enough to make his heart jolt. That single glance stopped him cold.For a split second, Darian wondered if the Great City Lord had planned this—intentionally. By having him call her “Aunt Sylara,” was she tying him to Furon, weaving layers of connection he hadn’t even considered?Lyrath Vael. Commanding. Regal. Unshakable. Yet, somehow… There was a playful flicker beneath her steel-like presence, almost like a mischievous girl hiding under armor. Darian thought, A woman’s heart really is like a needle lost deep in the sea—good luck ever finding it.“I… I will obey… Aunt Sylara’s command!” His throat went dry at the words. And then, her full, radiant smile lit up the room.Almost immediately, she asked him to recount everything—about Furon, about himself.Darian nodded. He spoke freely, leaving the origins
Chapter 112: Rest Assured
Zevarian Lytheris.Hearing the name again, Darian Kaelthorn’s eyes flickered—a cold spark lighting deep within. Yet on the surface, he looked calm. Serene, almost casual. He wanted to hear exactly how Balfar Mohr would describe him.Darian’s subtle reaction went unnoticed. Balfar’s gaze was distant, lost in memories from three years ago, tinged with melancholy. He muttered the name once, then fell silent, as if the memory was too heavy to speak.Zevarian Lytheris—the young man from the First Capital. Always poised, like a pine in the snow, elegant in a way that seemed untouchable. But Balfar remembered a flicker of despair, a trace of helplessness that had surprised Darian.After a long pause, Balfar finally spoke, his voice low and solemn, weighted with experience.“Three years ago, I had just broken into the late Vital Flow Realm. Young, brimming with energy, my heart as bright as the sun and moon. I knew stronger people existed beyond our borders, but I never imagined losing to a p
Chapter 113: Congratulations, Head of the Valeblue Family!
Balfar Mohr stayed seated, eyes lingering on Darian Kaelthorn as he disappeared into the distance. A flicker of something—anticipation, maybe excitement—danced there. Calm now, yes, but beneath it, a quiet ripple of thrill spread through his chest, like throwing a pebble into still water.“Go on, Darian Kaelthorn… Only in a place like Eryndor, where heroes and geniuses gather from all corners of the lands, can you really spread your wings,” he murmured, almost to himself.He lifted a glass of fine wine, letting it touch his lips. And for the first time in days, a genuine smile curved his otherwise plain face. Controlled, calm… but still, deep down, storms swirled in Darian’s heart.The First Main City stretched before him, bathed in the soft, silvery glow of the high moon. The orb hung there like a lantern, cool and serene, carrying whispers of reunion, separation, joy, sorrow, and—somewhere beneath it all—a faint hope. Darian stared at it, a strange, heavy feeling settling over him.
Chapter 114: From Now On, Worlds Apart
The words struck Theron Valeblue like lightning. “Sent by the Heir of Thornreach?” His head spun. The air seemed to sizzle, heavy and hot, and his mind reeled.The Heir of Thornreach… who exactly was that?He was a legend in the Eastern Lands, a figure so untouchable that even whispering his name felt daring. The Valeblues had only ever heard of him. And the First Main City? Theron had visited once in his youth—a trip seared into his memory, unforgettable and chillingly grand.Now, standing before him, was a middle-aged man dressed in blue. He claimed to come under the Heir’s personal orders, here to congratulate the Valeblue family for producing a prodigy. Theron’s thoughts tumbled over one another: shock, disbelief, confusion. Speech deserted him for a long, heavy moment.But he was the head of the family. He drew in a steadying breath, squared his shoulders, and performed a respectful bow, cupping his fists.“Forgive my ignorance, Elder Liora Quen,” he said. “May I ask… what do you
Chapter 115: Until We Meet Again
Eastern Lands — First CapitalThe Battle of the Thousand Realms might have officially ended, but honestly? The excitement hadn’t cooled at all.If anything, it felt louder.Every street in the First Capital was still buzzing. Teahouses were packed. Training halls were noisy. Even random corners of the market had cultivators arguing over techniques and matchups like old friends debating their favorite legends. Young or old, everyone was still talking about the same thing.The prodigies.Names flew back and forth nonstop. Some were praised, some were debated, and some were exaggerated beyond belief. But no matter where the conversation started, it always ended in the same place.Darian Kaelthorn.There was no avoiding it.His rise had been ridiculous—almost unfair. From the moment he stepped onto the battlefield, expectations shattered one after another. His back-to-back victories over Dathric Valen and Balfar Mohr sent shockwaves across the Eastern Lands. Out of three hundred young gen
Chapter 116: Central Lands, Eastern Territories, Southern Barbarians, Western Peaks, Northern Tribes
Silence wrapped itself around Darian Kaelthorn’s ears.Not the uncomfortable kind. More like the deep, floating quiet you feel when you’re half-asleep and half-awake. Sitting cross-legged inside the flowing Spirit Energy aura, it felt as though he’d been lifted out of the world entirely. Sound barely existed anymore. Vision, though—that was another story.Beyond the thin, shimmering veil of energy, the scenery rushed past like fragments of a dream. Mountains rose and fell. Rivers cut through ancient land like scars. Endless terrain stretched so far that your sense of distance became useless.Big didn’t even begin to cover it.Since leaving the Eastern Territories, Elder Dawnlight had been flying nonstop for three days and three nights. During that entire time, the nine of them stayed inside the aura, quietly cultivating and stabilizing their energy. Nobody talked much. Even Crimsonlotus—usually warm, gentle, and easy to speak with—had only said a single sentence to Darian.The mood wa
Chapter 117: Gathering of the Four Domains’ Talents!
Elder Dawnlight’s words hit like a stone dropped into a quiet lake, sending ripples through the hearts of the nine young cultivators. Their spirits stirred, fiery and restless, as if long-dormant embers had suddenly been fanned into life.Every word from the elder carried weight. Every syllable seemed to thrum with meaning. And when he mentioned the Five Great Domains of the Frostveil Dominion, Darian Kaelthorn felt a tightness in his chest. Ten years. Ten long years had passed since he’d been trapped within the walls of the Valeblue family, never leaving Drakeflare City, never glimpsing the vast world beyond. Memories of the Eastern Lands had been locked away by Uncle Felric, and to Darian, that had always seemed like the edge of existence. But even then, he’d dreamed of more. Otherwise, he never would have walked away from Theron Valeblue, defeated Empress Lucian Valeblue, and left behind the only home he’d ever known.If it weren’t for Jaren Shanley’s sudden appearance—and the dang
Chapter 118: How Is This Possible?
Naturally, the first to speak was Malrik Emberveil from the Western Peaks.The moment his words left his lips, the atmosphere atop Jin Ancient City shifted instantly. Eyes turned sharply toward Darian Kaelthorn, who stood with his fists clasped, calm and unyielding. The aura surrounding him—early Spirit Stage—sparked a flicker of disdain across the faces of the prodigies from the other domains.Elira Frostveil’s grin stretched wide, his gaze sharp and predatory, like a lion sizing up a helpless lamb. Aggression radiated from him, raw and palpable.Behind Malrik, a scantily clad woman blinked with coquettish amusement, letting out a soft giggle. Her eyes lingered on Darian as though she wished to devour him whole.The Northern Tribes’ peerless girl glanced at him briefly, her icy gaze betraying only the slightest twitch before withdrawing entirely. Yet Darian seemed oblivious to all of it. He remained in his clasped-fist stance, calm and focused, facing the three elders with unwavering
Chapter 119: Evenly Matched!
Power slammed into the air like a thunderclap.Dathric Valen had appeared—out of nowhere—and Malrik Emberveil felt his senses reel. Ice-blue Primordial Energy swirled around the Eastern Lands cultivator, tiny shards of frost drifting in the void. The fragments gathered into biting winds that cut skin, chilled bones. Every flick of Dathric’s hand sent waves of freezing energy stabbing through the air. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. And in that instant, Malrik knew—this was the strongest peer he had ever faced.“Hmph!” Malrik’s voice rang out, sharp and unshakable. “You’re about to see the might of the Starry Primordial Great Method of the Malrik Clan of Ironvale!”He wasn’t bluffing. Malrik wasn’t just some street fighter. The difference between Ironvale and the Eastern Lands wasn’t subtle. The Eastern Lands had its First Main City, a hundred scattered Great Main Cities, sprawling but fractured. Ironvale? Ironvale was built on bloodlines, ancient families that had shaped the land itself. Gene
Chapter 120: Bloodthirsty Rankings #92 — Daran
A dense aura of killing intent rolled through the air like a storm. A faint metallic tang of blood lingered, curling around the pale, sinister figure like smoke. Draped in a blood-red martial robe, he radiated malice, pure and unyielding.Even from hundreds of meters away, Darian Kaelthorn felt the pressure—a chill sinking deep into his chest. The stench of blood was sharp, almost tangible. Instinct screamed at him: this man had spilled countless lives.“Who… who is this?” Darian muttered, barely audible.The young geniuses stationed atop Dawnspire City’s walls froze. Every muscle tensed. Every eye followed the approach of the blood-red cultivator. His presence was overwhelming, crushing, like a predator emerging from rivers of blood and mountains of corpses. Even Darian felt it prickling along his spine.The figure moved with terrifying swiftness. His eyes—cold, calculating—swept across the walls and the four prodigies standing there. At first, a cruel amusement curled his lips at th