Darius’s voice faded into the stillness of the arena. The echo lingered for a heartbeat, then silence settled. Twenty-six young geniuses, the survivors of the first round, turned their gaze toward Elder Dawnlight as he descended slowly from the void above. There was a flicker in their eyes—barely noticeable, but unmistakable. Anticipation. Determination. Ambition that didn’t need words.The second round would decide the final top ten of the Battle of the Thousand Realms.In just two days, ten of the strongest would emerge from this group of brilliant youths. Ten would claim the right to enter the All-Heavenly Sacred Path, becoming disciples under the direct guidance of the super sect. The prize was staggering, enough to make hearts pound and pulses race.Across the circular stone seats, the twenty-six advanced cultivators stirred. Their gazes burned bright, every glint in their eyes carrying silent resolve.Elder Dawnlight stepped onto the arena floor. More than twenty pairs of blazin

Caelyra’s words struck Darian Kaelthorn like a sudden storm, igniting a wildfire of fury he could barely control. His curiosity about Selira, once mild and distant, now burned like molten steel. For a long, tense moment, his entire being was consumed by one singular, uncontrollable emotion.“Do I… have to defeat Selira to meet the Grand City Lord?” he muttered, the words barely escaping his lips.His eyes sharpened, edges like a blade honed in heaven—piercing, deadly. Caelyra sensed it immediately. She lifted her gaze, only to meet his stare.Boom.It was as if the sun itself had crashed into her vision, radiating heat that seared her very soul. And inside that blazing sun coiled a colossal Azure Dragon, divine and ancient, stretching tens of thousands of feet, exuding a wild, untamed aura that spoke of unimaginable power.One glance. That was all it took to feel eternity compress into a single heartbeat. Dazzling. Blinding.Lightning seemed to crackle inside her Spirit Core, thunderi

The twisted, cruel smile on Shadowcoil’s face was burned into Darian’s vision—like a butcher hovering over struggling prey, knife raised, ready to split a throat. Every beat of Darian’s heart screamed with raw, murderous fury. He could feel it—dense, suffocating rage, pressing against his ribs, trying to burst free. Only a razor-thin edge of control kept him from losing it entirely.Boom!A scorching wave ripped through him, hot enough to melt steel, but he didn’t release it—not yet. Instead, he folded it inward, condensing it into a blazing storm, a molten weight pressing against his chest. His speed, his movements, even his presence seemed to intensify with each heartbeat. The air trembled around him, responding to the power coiled in his limbs.This wasn’t a time for words. Threats would do nothing. The two late-stage Vital Soul cultivators standing before him had to go—swiftly, decisively. Only then would Shadowcoil pay.“Yin Moon Reveals the Sun!”The voice came, cold as ice, smo

“Pu!” “Pu!”A strange, sudden sound rippled across the arena—like an overinflated sack bursting from the inside.Shadowcoil froze mid-motion. Moments ago, his face had been alight with intoxicated anticipation, but now… now his blood-red eyes widened. Shock, raw terror—it streaked across his features like fire.“How… how is this possible?” he gasped, disbelief twisting every word.The half of his body fused with the Shadowcoil Serpent writhed violently. Enormous bulges surged along the serpentine length, wriggling and pulsing as if something inside was clawing its way out, hungry and uncontrollable.Darian Kaelthorn’s lips curved, not with joy, but with calm. Predator-like calm. A subtle, savage smile that promised ruin.“Bzzzz…”Shadowcoil scrambled. He tried to contain it—the chaos rising inside him. Gray-haze Mystic Power coiled around his body, pressing against the bulges, constraining them. Every scale, every muscle, screamed under the strain. But it was useless. Too late. Always

“I can’t… I just can’t believe this! Darian Kaelthorn… Me—Seraphina Moire—how could I possibly lose to you?! Die! Life-Devouring Evil Skill! Evil King’s Ten Claws!”“Bzzzz… bzzzz…”The void itself trembled under her fury. Seraphina unleashed ten strikes in perfect, brutal succession, each one radiating a kind of raw devastation that made the air feel heavy and thick. Seven meters around her seemed to twist into a gray, suffocating haze, as if the apocalypse had just dropped in uninvited.Ten pitch-black claws slashed through the void, scattering in all directions. Each claw pulsed with a piercing gray light that made your skin crawl. It wasn’t just power—it felt like they belonged to another world entirely. Anyone touched by them? Doomed. Anyone struck? Crippled.This was it. Seraphina’s ultimate assault. Every ounce of her strength poured into Darian Kaelthorn. These claws weren’t just weapons—they were judgment incarnate. Crush his body, mind, and spirit. Nothing less would satisfy