Kiera Thane’s quiet words hit the air like a heavy stone dropped into still water. Arden Thane’s face darkened immediately, sinking into a cold expression that left no room for misunderstanding.He didn’t say anything—but honestly, he didn’t have to.Robert Anderson let out a sharp, mocking laugh, the kind that grated on the nerves. “Kael Draven, you actually came alone? Hah. You’re either brave… or incredibly foolish.”Kael Draven didn’t flinch. His tone was calm, almost lazy. “And if I am?”Robert Anderson clapped slowly, tauntingly, his smirk widening. “Good. Then I’ll give you a chance. Fight Andrew. Beat my son, and you can walk out of here alive. Well? Do you dare?”A challenge… against Andrew Anderson?The crowd exploded instantly. Laughter rolled across the field like a wave, rude and unrestrained. To them, Kael Draven agreeing meant one thing—suicide.After all, Andrew Anderson was the Golden Sun Sect’s golden child. Third on the Wind and Cloud Ranking. A peak Earth Emperor.

Kael Draven finally unleashed the Divine Dragon Arm.Cinder didn’t appear in person, but his essence fused seamlessly with Kael Draven’s right arm. In an instant, the arm swelled, muscles straining, veins pulsating with almost unimaginable power.“Break it!”He roared, slamming his fist forward. The Divine Dragon Arm carried the combined might of Kael Draven and Cinder. Their power stacked together, a wave of force that made the earth tremble beneath them.Boom.The ground quaked. Even the distant mountains seemed to shiver. The Stunning Blade Radiance struck Andrew Anderson’s Wind Shadow Palm barrier, shattering it completely. He stumbled back, several steps, eyes wide with shock.The crowd went silent.What had just happened?Moments ago, Andrew Anderson had been in full control. Yet now—he was retreating. How could this be?A peak Earth Emperor, master of the Golden Sun Sect’s pinnacle technique, the Wind Shadow Palm, and he had been forced back by a single Transformation warrior?

“Kneel.”“Break your own arms.”Andrew Anderson didn’t shout it—he dropped the commands like cold steel, sharp and deliberate. The kind of tone that left no room for argument. If Kael Draven actually obeyed, he’d lose far more than dignity. He’d lose both arms… and probably his life right after.And if he refused? Well, Andrew Anderson already had the perfect excuse to kill him anyway.One way or another, Kael Draven wasn’t supposed to walk out of the Ghost King Sect alive.“Andrew Anderson,” Kael Draven said quietly, “I haven’t lost yet.”He stood there—black robes torn and stained, white hair streaming behind him like a banner against the wind. Somehow, despite the injuries and the blood, he looked unshakable. He didn’t back down. Didn’t bow his head. Didn’t even flinch.That was the kind of man Kael Draven was. Even at the edge of death, he refused to give in.The onlookers felt their hearts clench. They weren’t blind—they knew exactly what would happen if Kael Draven kept fighting

“Outrageous! Get lost!”“Sect Master Anderson… using your status as a Venerable to threaten a junior? Isn’t that a bit… extreme?”Out of nowhere, Jack Holden appeared in front of Kael Draven, blocking his path. A cold sneer twisted his face.Kael Draven blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. The Thunder Sect and Golden Sun Sect usually kept to themselves. Jack Holden stepping in for him now… that was courting the wrath of the Golden Sun Sect.Matthew Anderson, watching his son take a stand for Kael Draven, felt a pang of surprise himself. But he stayed silent.“Jack Holden,” Robert Anderson said sharply, his voice like steel, “Kael Draven has disrupted a wedding. That alone is enough reason for me to eliminate him.”“Hahaha! Disrupted a wedding?” Jack Holden’s tone was calm, cutting. “Kael Draven loves Kiera Thane, and Kiera Thane loves Kael Draven. That’s as natural as the sunrise. The shameless one here is Andrew Anderson, forcing himself into matters that aren’t his

“Brother Draven, the Eight Stages of the Void Realm—from lowest to highest—are: A Hundred Tribulations, Venerable, Supreme, Earth Venerable, Heaven Venerable, Great Venerable, Realm King, and Realm Emperor.”Robert Anderson was only a Venerable. At the very bottom of the Void hierarchy, yet his power was still enough to make anyone uneasy. Terrifying, really.Kael Draven could barely imagine what a warrior above Supreme would be capable of.Seeing the flicker of surprise cross his face, Jack Holden said in a calm, measured tone, “Among the six great sects, every sect has at least one Supreme. But warriors above Earth Venerable… they rarely appear.”He paused, lost in thought for a moment. “The third trial, the Ghost King mentioned—you’ll be part of the Six Sect Battle in a month. The prize? The Supreme Golden Pill. It’s the condensed essence of a Supreme warrior after death.”“Oh? And what exactly is that?”Curiosity sparked in Kael Draven. The Supreme Golden Pill… what could it be?“