A cold voice suddenly cut through the battlefield.“Jiangyu War God Arm… One Arm Shakes the Mountains and Rivers.”It didn’t just sound powerful—it felt heavy. Like the air itself dropped a few degrees.On Ivory Citadel Xue’s wrists, something changed.Two massive jade arms lit up, glowing like they were carved from pure white jade pulled straight out of legend. Brilliant jade light burst outward, washing over everything nearby.Then the energy surged.Violently.A jade-colored killing beam condensed in midair, carrying pressure so thick it felt like even mountains would collapse if it brushed past them.And it shot straight at the Phantom Demon Leopard.ROAR!The sound that followed wasn’t just loud—it hit the chest like thunder. Deeper than a tiger’s, sharper than anything natural.The Phantom Demon Leopard, which had been lying there moments ago as if it didn’t care about anything, suddenly changed.Its body tensed.All four limbs pressed into the ground.Muscles tightened under it

Bai Zhongtian finished speaking and just stood there, hands folded neatly behind his back. Calm. Too calm. A faint smile stayed on his face as he looked at Elira Frostveil and Darian Kaelthorn like they were already supposed to obey.That kind of look… yeah, the “I give orders, you follow” type.Silence stretched.Ten breaths.No one said yes. No one said no either.And then—out of nowhere—laughter broke it all.It was Darian Kaelthorn.“Ha… haha… hahahaha!”At first, it was just a chuckle. Then it grew. Louder. Sharper. Like it didn’t belong in this quiet forest at all.Bai Zhongtian’s expression twitched slightly. That laugh didn’t feel right to him. It sounded like mockery. Like something had flipped without him noticing.Because suddenly… Darian didn’t feel like the one standing below anymore.It felt the opposite.Like Bai Zhongtian was the one looking up.Darian’s golden hair caught the faint light slipping through the trees, strands moving strangely like they had a life of thei

“Chi…”A strange sizzling sound suddenly cut through the battlefield. It wasn’t loud, but it was unsettling—like something alive was getting burned from the inside.The five golden worms wrapped around Darian Kaelthorn started going wild.At first, they were rigid, controlled. Now? They were twisting like crazy, writhing in panic as if they’d just run into something they absolutely couldn’t handle.Thin streams of blood-colored mist leaked out of them, rising upward like smoke being erased by invisible fire.And no matter how hard they struggled…It didn’t matter.They were getting crushed.Completely suppressed.Darian stood there without moving. His face was dark, focused. Inside his dantian, the source of the Battle Saint Art was shaking violently, like something inside it had finally been forced awake.And this power… it was different.Not the usual energy he used to fight stronger opponents.This was deeper. Heavier.Almost like it wasn’t from a human at all.It felt ancient. Lik

Everything happened way too fast for most people to even process.One second, the battlefield was still tense and heavy, like something big was about to explode. The next… Dathric Valen already had the thousand-year Blazewood Jadefruit in his hand.People were still blinking.Some genuinely looked confused, like they’d missed a step in reality itself. It didn’t feel real. More like something you blinked and missed in a dream.Did the first top ten spot of the Newcomer Grand Tournament really get decided this quickly?Confused looks turned into shocked ones. People started exchanging glances, trying to confirm with each other that what they saw was actually real.And yes—it was.The Eastern Peak cultivator actually managed to take one move from Sereth Gale.What made it even harder to accept was that his cultivation level wasn’t any higher than Soren Braxen’s. Same realm. Same starting point.But one thing was different—execution.Whatever Soren Braxen couldn’t do… Dathric Valen just d

Inside the sea of blood, Aurelion Wynn was completely drenched in crimson.At this point, he didn’t even look human anymore. More like something carved out of slaughter itself—violent, twisted, overflowing with killing intent. The kind of presence that makes people instinctively take a step back without even realizing it.Then he saw it.Sereth Gale’s pitch-black hand seal is getting swallowed by the hundred-zhang blood sea.Aurelion Wynn laughed.Loud. Wild. Almost a little crazy.“As long as it’s swallowed by the blood sea, nothing survives. Everything gets ground into dust!”Buzz…The blood sea above the void started roaring again.A full hundred zhang wide. Like a living ocean hanging in the sky. But its color wasn’t normal at all—it was deep crimson, like it was made entirely from slaughter and death.Just looking at it made people uncomfortable.Every disciple on the peak felt it.That pressure… it wasn’t just visual. It felt physical. Like something invisible was squeezing thei