The underground room beneath the Alchemy Pavilion was dark, stuffy, and completely sealed off from the outside world. This chamber was built secretly by Lei Tie and Jian Huo. They purely followed the precise diagram drawn by Xiao Chen. On the stone floor, fifty medium spirit stones were arranged to form a complex hexagram pattern. It was the Five Heavens Qi Gathering Array. The fist-sized stones originally radiated a bright blue light. Now, they had faded into a dull gray color before finally crumbling into dust. The pure essence inside them had been entirely squeezed dry to the very last drop. Right in the center of the dead formation, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged. His chest rose and fell with a slow, powerful rhythm. Every time he exhaled, a vortex of reddish-black Qi rippled through the air. It proved that his power had finally stabilized in the Titled Warrior realm. Xiao Chen opened his eyes slowly

The night over the Heavenly Cloud Capital felt incredibly stuffy. Thick black clouds swallowed the moonlight completely. It provided a flawless blanket of darkness for predators. On the highest clay roof of the Jin Family Manor, Xiao Chen crouched without making the slightest sound. His gray servant robes blended perfectly with the pitch-black night. His hollow black eyes scanned the luxurious architecture below. He actively counted every rhythm of footsteps, the positions of the torches, and the blind spots of the patrolling guards. "Fifty guards in the outer perimeter and gardens," Xiao Chen thought, calculating the terrain. His eyes caught the Qi fluctuations radiating from the guards' bodies. "They average around the Titled Warrior realm. Exactly what I expected for a leech family like this. And on the third floor, behind those balcony doors, there are five much denser fluctuations. Five King Realm Warriors guarding the main vault and th

Dawn had not yet fully broken over the Heavenly Cloud Capital. Yet, the streets in front of the Lin Family Manor were already completely flooded by an ocean of humans. Thousands of beggars, orphan youths, and outcasts from the Black Crow District gathered in a terrifying silence. Their faces were covered in dirt. Their emaciated bodies were wrapped in torn rags. However, their eyes radiated one singular, uniform emotion. It was a deep despair fully primed to be ignited into burning hatred. Behind the towering iron gates, Xiao Chen stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His gray robes fluttered gently in the morning breeze. Beside him, Tie Han stood rigidly. His hand rested on the hilt of his Named Weapon. He constantly radiated the Qi pressure of a Tier 1 Earth Realm Warrior to maintain order among the massive sea of humans. "Steward Xiao, there are nearly three thousand of them," Tie Han reported. His voice was a

The crystal lanterns hanging from the ceiling of the Imperial Palace radiated a golden light. They illuminated hundreds of sandalwood tables filled with lavish dishes. The Pre-Imperial Tournament Banquet that night was a grand stage where the young wolves from every single faction gathered. The absolute rules of the Death Island Expedition Tournament had been set. Not a single guard or elder over the age of fifteen was permitted to be present in the participants' ranks. Lei Jingtian with his absolute physical endurance, the Four Wailing Demons as the shadow executioners, and Jian Huo the poison expert, were forced to be left behind at the Lin Family Manor. At a corner table far from the center of luxury, Lin Tian sat with his back perfectly straight. The young tyrant, who had just turned ten years old with a Class 2 Warrior cultivation, stared coldly around the hall. Right behind his chair, Xiao Chen stood like a shadow. His gray servant rob

The rocky valley had transformed into a slaughterhouse filled with a metallic stench and poisonous slime. The Giant Armored Centipede, a Tier 3 Spirit Beast with strength equal to a King Realm Warrior, rampaged fiercely. The slashes of its hundreds of scythe legs smashed boulders the size of carts, while its jaws dripping with purple venom constantly tried to tear through the front lines of the Asura Guards. For the ten Asura youths whose cultivation was in the Titled Warrior realm, holding off this monster purely with muscle was suicide. A full major tier difference in the laws of mortal cultivation was an iron wall. However, under Xiao Chen's fearless doctrine, not a single one of them took a step back. Behind the blood shield formation, Lin Tian crouched down. His steel sword was placed on the ground. The ten-year-old young tyrant was not hiding. His small, rock-scraped hands moved with frantic yet precise speed. He s