2026-01-19 14:25:33Master Duncan's mind raced as he stared at the golden energy swirling around Navine.
He knew that technique. Infact, everyone who'd served on the Northern Battlefield knew of it, even though they'd never seen it with their own eyes.
The Northern Battlefield was hell on earth. A place where ordinary soldiers went to die and only the strongest survived
In that brutal crucible, a busy cultivation technique was invented out of pure necessity.
The technique has levels.
F-Rank was the entry level. All it required was basic body strengthening, enough to snap steel with your own bare hands.
E-Rank soldiers could shatter concrete and move faster than the eye could follow.
D-Rank was where officers started. They could channel energy into weapons and unleash devastating strikes.
C-Rank commanders were walking weapons. Their bodies were harder than armor, their strikes powerful enough to level buildings.
B-Rank generals were legends. Only a handful existed in the entire military.
And then there was the forbidden level, S-Rank. The War King's level.
Master Duncan had trained in the Northern Battlefield for seven years. He'd managed to make his way up to the D-Rank but he'd been stuck there for three years. No matter how hard he trained, no matter how many battles he fought, he couldn't break through to C-Rank.
He'd witnessed high-ranking officers practicing advanced techniques. He'd seen generals unleash attacks that tore through enemy battalions like paper. He'd even caught glimpses of forbidden techniques during classified operations.
But the spiritual energy fluctuation radiating from Navine right now was beyond anything he'd ever encountered.
It was overwhelming. Master Duncan's throat went dry.
The man before him was the war king. The legendary soldier who'd broken through the limits of body cultivation and reached S-Rank.
The myth made flesh.
"It's too late," he said coldly. Then he completed the forbidden technique in an instant.
His hand shot forward, his palm still open and it glowed with a golden energy that seemed to disrupt the air around it.
His eyes blazed pure gold, so bright that people had to shield their faces.
The temperature spiked so violently that windows began to crack from the thermal stress.
The ground beneath Navine's feet shattered, creating a crater that spread outward in jagged lines. Dust and debris lifted into the air, swirling around him in a violent vortex.
People in the crowd collapsed to their knees, unable to withstand the crushing spiritual pressure.
Master Duncan’s face had gone completely white.
Every instinct screamed at him to run but he legs wouldn't budge. He was paralyzed by terror.
Navine's palm shit forward and a sphere of golden energy exploded outward in a beam of pure destruction.
The beam struck Master Duncan square in the chest.
The entire building shook as if it had been struck by an earthquake. The windows shattered and paintings tore off the wall.
Master Duncan's body was lifted off the ground by the sheer force of the impact. His eyes went completely white. His mouth opened in a silent scream of agony.
Every rib in his chest was broken. His sternum was obliterated. The golden energy tore through him like he was made of tissue paper, leaving a massive burn mark across his entire torso that smoked and sizzled.
He was thrown backward like a rag doll and he clumped to the ground in a broken heap, teetering at the edge of death itself.
The entire auction house was frozen in absolute shock.
Navine turned slowly and looked up at the platform where Victoria stood.
Victoria's face had gone deathly pale. She stared down at Master Duncan's broken body, her mind refusing to process what she'd just witnessed.
Then, She grabbed the walkie-talkie with trembling hands and screamed into it.
"OPEN FIRE! ALL UNITS, OPEN FIRE IMMEDIATELY!”
Just then, Master Duncan's voice, barely audible, cut through the air.
“No…don't…shoot…,”
Victoria's head snapped toward him. "What?”
Master Duncan coughed up more blood. “You…must…not…fire…”
Victoria stared at him in disbelief, then she understood.
"I see," she said. "You're being threatened by him. He's forcing you to say that.”
She brought the walkie-talkie back to her lips.
"Attention all soldiers! Your commander is being threatened by the intruder! He's under duress! Ignore his orders and shoot to kill immediately! I repeat – shoot to kill! Both targets! NOW!”
Static. Then a soldier's voice,
"Understood. Opening fire.”
Victoria's face lit up with excitement. She could already see their bodies being riddled by numerous holes.
But then,
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions erupted outside the building. The entire auction house shook violently. Chandeliers swayed. Debris rained from the ceiling.
Through the window, everyone watched as the black military helicopters were torn apart by a barrage of anti-aircraft fire.
The helicopters exploded in a massive fireball. Flaming wreckage spun through the air and crashed into the street below with a thunderous impact.
Victoria's smile vanished. Just as people dove under tables to avoid being hit by debris and gunfire, the door burst open and Navine’s soldiers poured into the auction house.
Within seconds, they'd taken control of every exit, every corner, every vantage point.
Victoria stumbled backward, her expensive heels catching on debris. She nearly fell but caught herself against the platform railing.
"No," she gasped. "No, this isn't possible. How... how did he...?”
At that moment, a massive shockwave erupted from the center of the room. The force of it was like a bomb going off.
Victoria was thrown backward by the blast.
She hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air from her lungs.
Pain shot through her body as she rolled across the floor, her designer dress tearing, her skin scraping against broken glass and debris.
She lay there gasping, her vision swimming, her ears ringing.
When she finally managed to push herself up onto her hands and knees, her mind was reeling.
None of this made sense. How did Navine possess martial power that surpassed Master Duncan's? Master Duncan was D-Rank – one of the strongest fighters in the entire region. Yet Navine had defeated him with a single strike.
And Master Duncan's soldiers had been wiped out in seconds.
Who the hell was this man?
She looked up, her vision still blurry, and froze.
Navine stood infront of her. In his hand, he held something small – the tracking device, covered in dried blood.
Victoria's breath caught in her throat. Her entire body went rigid with terror.
Navine looked down at her with cold eyes.
"You arranged for my sister to be auctioned," he said quietly. "You had a tracking device sewn into my aunt's body. So tell me, Victoria Caldwell, what do you think I’m going to do with you now?”
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Chapter 364 - The Estate
Adrian crouched in front of the trembling guard, his patience thinning with every passing second. Divine was somewhere out there, frightened and alone, and this man was the only thread connecting them to her."You don't have to say his name," Adrian said, forcing calm into his voice despite the urgency burning beneath it. "Just tell us where Karl took her."The guard's breathing was ragged, his eyes darting between Adrian and the man standing behind him. "An estate," he finally whispered. "Old place, outside the city. Belonged to some family that doesn't use it anymore. Karl was told to take her there.""When did he leave?" the man asked."Maybe an hour ago. He was supposed to wait at the warehouse, but then the call came, and he panicked, said everything was moving faster than planned.""What instructions did he receive?" Adrian pressed."Keep her alive," the guard said. "That's all he kept repeating to us before he left. Keep her alive and use her to bring the boy. He meant you." Hi
Chapter 363 - The Trial
Adrian circled the burning wreckage of the warehouse, his eyes scanning the ground for anything that might tell him where Divine had gone. Smoke still curled into the night sky, and the heat kept them at a distance, forcing him to search along the perimeter rather than through the rubble itself."Over here," he called, crouching near a stretch of dirt beyond the rail yard's chain-link fence.The man joined him, his earlier shaken composure already smoothing itself back into cold control, though Adrian noticed his hands had not quite stopped trembling.Tire tracks cut through the soft earth, two parallel grooves leading away from a gap in the fence where the metal had been bent back. Footprints ran alongside them, several sets, overlapping and hurried."They left in a hurry," Adrian said. "Before the explosion.""Before we even arrived, most likely," the man said, following the tracks with his eyes. "This confirms what the prisoner told us. Karl left with her shortly before we reached
Chapter 362
The smell of smoke still hung heavily in the air.The warehouse was almost completely destroyed. Pieces of metal lay scattered across the ground, and thick black smoke rose from the broken walls. The explosion had been so powerful that even the buildings nearby had suffered some damage.Adrian stood among the ruins, his eyes moving from one corner to another.“Check over there!” he ordered one of the men behind him.The man immediately obeyed.Adrian had been searching for several minutes, but there was still no sign of Divine or Karl. He had hoped to find something useful among the remains of the warehouse, but so far, everything had been a waste of time.The Second God of War approached him, his face hard.“There’s nothing here,” he said. “I’ve checked the other side. No bodies, no survivors, nothing.”Adrian clenched his fists.“Then where the hell did they go?”“I don’t know. But we need to think carefully. Whoever planned this knew exactly what they were doing.”Adrian turned to
Chapter 361 - The Symbol
The red dot led them north, past the last streetlights and out onto a narrow road that ran between empty fields. Adrian watched the dark pass by the window, his hands resting on his knees, his mind on Divine sitting alone under a single yellow bulb.The man drove faster now. He still said nothing. But Adrian noticed that his knuckles had turned pale against the wheel."We are close," the man said at last.Ahead, the old rail yards rose out of the darkness, rusted tracks tangled across the ground, broken signal towers leaning against the sky. Beyond them stood a long, low building with a corrugated roof, its walls streaked with rust.The man stopped the car a hundred meters away and turned off the engine."That is it," Adrian said."Yes."They stepped out. The night air was cold and carried the smell of old oil and wet iron. Somewhere far off, an owl called once and fell silent.Adrian studied the warehouse. Nothing moved. No light showed in the windows. No car sat near the entrance. A
Chapter 360 - The Trace
The drive felt both long and short.Long, because the silence inside the car pressed on Adrian like a hand against his chest. Short, because the streets slid past in a blur of streetlights, and he barely noticed the turns.The man drove with one hand on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road. He did not speak. He did not look at Adrian. But Adrian could feel him all the same, a steady, heavy presence beside him, the way you feel a storm before the first drop of rain.Something about him was wrong. Not frightening, exactly. Familiar, in a way Adrian could not explain. It was like hearing a song he had never heard and still knowing the next line.Why does he feel like this, Adrian thought, glancing at the man's profile. I have never met him before tonight.He shook the thought away. Divine was the only thing that mattered."Karl attends your daughter's school," Adrian said at last, breaking the silence. "I think we should start there.""We are going there now," the man said.That was all
Chapter 359 - Ghost
Adrian did not wait for Ezra's lawyer, or the police, or anyone else to organize a response. He listened to Daniela's warnings, nodded in all the right places, and then, once she had gone to check on Aria, he slipped quietly out through the side door of the mansion and took one of the cars.He did not know where the warehouse was. But he knew Divine's parents would have the one thing he lacked: a reason for the police to move fast, and someone with the resources to search properly. And he knew he could not sit in his room while she sat in the dark.The drive to Divine's home took fifteen minutes. The house stood in a quiet, wealthy street, its windows glowing with warm yellow light. Adrian parked at the curb, took a breath, and walked up the path. His ribs still ached. His forearm throbbed beneath the bandage. He ignored both.He rang the bell.Footsteps approached, quick and light. The door swung open, and a woman stood there in a pale silk robe, her hair loosely pinned, her face lin
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