Inside the Dragon Seal Space.“Eldric, are you sure about this?”Eldric gave a slight nod. His expression remained calm as ever.“I've already sensed the changes in the heavens. At most, three days from now, thunderclouds will gather. When they do, lightning will descend.”Three days.A faint smile appeared on Kael Draven's face.Three days were all he needed.The conflict between him and the Third-Level Draven Family had long passed the point where compromise was possible. There would be no reconciliation, no peaceful resolution.One side had to fall.Either they died.Or he did.Kael Draven understood that better than anyone.Mercy toward an enemy today could easily become the blade that pierced your heart tomorrow.Sometimes, the cruelest thing a person could do to themselves was spare someone who deserved no mercy.Leaving the Dragon Seal Space, Kael Draven did not return to cultivation.He knew very well that advancing from Peak Earth Venerable to Heaven Venerable wasn't something

Inside the Heaven and Earth Formation.Graham Zane was still alive… barely.He lay collapsed on the ground, chest rising weakly. His face had gone completely pale, but the anger in his eyes? That still hadn’t faded even a little.Right in front of him stood Kael Draven.That young man who had appeared out of nowhere and turned everything upside down.Graham Zane tried to push himself up again. Once. Twice. His arms trembled violently, like they didn’t even belong to him anymore. His whole body shook under the pressure… but in the end, he just couldn’t get up.“You’ve won, Kael Draven,” he said, voice rough and strained, teeth clenched. “But I don’t accept it. You didn’t beat me with real strength. This is nothing but tricks… underhanded methods.”Kael Draven just looked at him.Then he shook his head lightly, almost amused.“I told you already,” Kael Draven said calmly. “Victory belongs to the victor. Defeat belongs to the defeated. Since I won, you submit. Simple as that.”He paused

Inside a quiet, elegant courtyard.Kiera Thane had just sat down when Silas Thorne walked in.Her expression turned cold almost instantly.“Get out,” she said flatly—no hesitation, no warmth, nothing.Normally, Silas Thorne would’ve already been smirking, teasing her, maybe even acting shameless like he always did. But today… something was off. Really off.He didn’t respond.Not even a single word.Instead, he simply sat across from her and stared, completely still, like a statue.Kiera Thane frowned. Something about this didn’t feel right.“Are you sick or something?” she snapped. “Get out before I lose my patience.”The man just looked at her calmly.“Kiera Thane,” he said quietly.She scoffed immediately. “You’re insane. Leave.”Still, he didn’t move.After a brief pause, he spoke again—slower this time, almost deliberately.“I am Kael Draven.”For a second, Kiera Thane froze.Then she laughed.Sharp. Cold. Mocking.“Kael Draven?” she repeated. “Do you think I’m an idiot? Silas Thor

Caius Draven—the undisputed genius of the Third-Level Draven Family’s younger generation. A true Realm King Realm martial artist.And not just that. He was the only one from that branch family who had ever made it onto the Dragon Ranking. Even if it was only the hundredth spot… that alone already placed him far above everyone else.Because the Dragon Ranking wasn’t just some list you casually appeared on.It was the symbol of power within the Draven Clan.A place reserved only for monsters in talent… or absolute, crushing strength.Out of the entire Third-Level Draven Family, only one man had ever stepped into it.Just one.That alone said everything.And honestly, it wasn’t even about difficulty anymore. The Dragon Ranking was brutal. Relentless. The kind of place where even geniuses got buried without anyone noticing.Travis Draven slowly waved his hand, falling into deep thought.“Go,” he said at last. His voice was calm, but firm. “I know what I’m doing.”Before Corvis Draven even

After dealing with Raven Mordred, Kael Draven didn’t look as relaxed as before. If anything, his expression slowly turned heavier… more serious.Didn’t really matter whether Raven Mordred was lying or not. One thing was obvious now—his mess with the Royal City and the Third-Level Draven Family wasn’t something that could just be talked out anymore. That bridge? Yeah… it was already burned. Sooner or later, it was going to turn deadly.As for the Netherworld Mansion… Kael Draven just didn’t bother thinking too much about it. At this point, what difference did one more enemy make? He had already offended two of the biggest powers anyway.He gave a small shrug, almost like it was nothing, and said flatly, “Evil Fiend… why are you still sticking to me like a shadow? What do you actually want?”Right after that, a figure appeared in front of him.Amelia Draven.At least… she looked like Amelia Draven.But Kael Draven didn’t even blink twice. He knew immediately—this wasn’t her. It was the