BOOOM!Before his last word could fully vanish into thin air, Alex stamped his right foot, which was still bound by black metal shackles. The jade stone floor beneath him shattered into dust within a three-meter radius.Using pure physical strength combined with a very thin, ordinary flow of Qi, his physical speed was so extreme that it created a small sonic boom in the air.WUUUUUSH!The senior disciple leading the vanguard didn't even have time to blink before Alex’s dark silhouette was suddenly right in front of him. The lazy expression on Alex's face was the last thing he saw before a raw fist—devoid of any elemental ripples or natural laws—landed squarely on his solar plexus.BRAYAAAASK!"Ughaaaa! Damn it! I-I..."The disciple's mid-tier Earth Deity realm Qi shield shattered into pieces like thin glass under the pressure of Alex's physical fist. His body bent violently, his eyes rolled back showing only whites, and he was hurled backward at high speed, crashing through the pavili

Han Xue immediately moved quickly to carry out Elder Yao Yue's orders, while Ling Yun could only watch the departing back of Wei Zhong.On the other side, Elder Yao Yue gestured for Alex to follow her. They walked through the corridors of the main pavilion until they arrived at a private room lined with a high-level sound-isolating formation. The moment the sandalwood door shut tightly, the authoritative atmosphere that Yao Yue had previously put on collapsed instantly.The middle-aged woman's hands trembled. Her eyes welled with tears as she stared at the young man before her."Wei Zhong... no, Alex," Elder Yao Yue's voice shook violently.Before long, as Yao Yue took a deep breath to calm the turmoil of her emotions, she sat down across from Alex. Her expression suddenly turned incredibly grave, staring straight into the young man's pair of golden eyes."During the battle in the Jiama Empire... Why didn't you send word to me that you had succeeded in killing that entity? You even ma

Elder Yao Yue was stunned in her place, staring at the stalwart back of Alex as he stood at the threshold of the sandalwood door. The youth's words did not sound like the boast of an arrogant disciple, but rather like an absolute decree from a ruler who held control over life and death. To make the Silver Gate Pavilion, which resided at the bottom of the abyss, the strongest within this behemoth of an orthodox sect?The spiritual pressure and mystery enveloping Alex suddenly felt far too dense for Yao Yue to bear alone. Her mind spun wildly. Even though she knew the person before her was not Wei Zhong, but Alex... the youth had never explained in detail who he actually was."Wait, Alex..." Yao Yue called out, her voice dropping low, laden with a tremor of emotion and a curiosity she could no longer suppress.Alex halted his steps right in front of the slightly open door, yet he did not turn around. He merely tilted his head, giving a sign that he was listening.Yao Yue rose to her fee

Hearing the admission escape the youth’s mouth with such nonchalance, Mo Jian’s eyes widened so wide they nearly popped out of their sockets. His breath instantly caught in his throat, making him completely forget the excruciating pain from his three newly crushed ribs."Y-You... Wei Zhong?!" Mo Jian shrieked in absolute disbelief.It wasn't just Mo Jian; a massive wave of shock immediately swept through the hundreds of outer disciples gathered around the Contribution Hall. Hysterical whispers suddenly erupted like a disturbed beehive."What?! He’s Wei Zhong?! The new disciple from the Silver Gate Pavilion who crippled Senior Mo Ran this afternoon?!""No wonder! His strength is completely unnatural!"Mo Jian’s mind raced as he tried to process this terrifying fact. The mysterious youth who had just broken his ribs with a single raw strike was the exact same person who had crippled his younger brother, Mo Ran. The realization that he had just been thrashed by the very person he was loo

"Insolent! Die, you bastard!" Mo Jian roared, his rage reaching its absolute peak due to Alex's blatant provocation.Sreeet!With a powerful snap, Mo Jian drew a folding fan from within his inner robe. The fan was crafted from special black steel blades engraved with ancient formation runes that emitted a faint, silver glow—his signature weapon, the Soul-Cleaving Tempest Fan.Wuuuush!The moment the fan snapped fully open, a storm of deep-blue Qi instantly exploded around Mo Jian. His hair whipped wildly, and his eyes flashed with a dense, murderous intent. Executing a high-tier movement technique from the Wind Dragon Pavilion, Mo Jian's body suddenly blurred, merging with the howling night wind."Illusory Wind Walk Technique: Formless Tempest!"To the hundreds of watching outer disciples, Mo Jian’s figure abruptly vanished from sight. All that remained was the sharp, whistling howl of the wind rushing from all directions, slicing through the air with terrifying speed. The quartz ston