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The Qilin God Emperor exerted more strength. Divine energy flowed rapidly from his body, making his golden robe flutter wildly even though there was no wind. His eyes were full of determination, no longer any doubt in them.

Qiu Chanfeng stretched both his arms wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Veins protruded along his arms, indicating how hard he was resisting the pressure of the energy around him. He closed his eyes tightly, as if wanting to confine all memories of defeat and shame, then replace them with the fire of hatred and steely determination.

The blood energy from the ten lakes began to shrink. Its flow rumbled, giving rise to ferocious ripples that seemed to scream to be released. The waves of blood slid rapidly towards the formation circle, turning into a giant stream that swirled wildly, then entered through the pores of Qiu Chanfeng's body.

RHOOAAR!

RHOOAAR!

A terrifying roar was heard in his mind. Not just one, but millions of Qilin beast voices roared tog
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    Xiao Jian’s thin smile turned into a sinister one. His gaze pierced like a spear that struck into the deepest layers of the soul. His words this time did not merely refute, but exposed an undeniable truth. “If your Hell Soul Palace already had no one daring to disturb you in the ninth galaxy, why would you bother coming to the eight Galaxies to plunder the universe’s core? The fact that you still need the core power of the eight Galaxies means there is still a force capable of annihilating your Hell Soul Palace.” Those words fell like a hammer striking their chests. There was no room to refute. There was no excuse they could present. Every sentence that left Xiao Jian’s mouth was naked truth, a truth they could not deny even with a thousand arguments. Silence crept among the masked ranks, not out of submission, but because their mouths were locked by an irrefutable reality. “How do you know our purpose in coming to the eight Galaxies was to seize the universe’s core?” asked the mas

  • 934

    Xiao Jian’s smile widened, not a broad grin of satisfaction, but a thin line that implied a threat. That smile looked ordinary, yet to anyone who saw it, there was the sensation of a cold blade resting against their neck. It was not merely an expression, but an invisible assertion that made the very air seem to freeze. The words that slipped from his lips were not loud, not raised, but calm. And therein lay the true terror, for behind that nearly casual softness hid a verdict that could not be refused. “How I came to possess this realm is none of your concern. What matters is that all of you must bear the weight of every sin you committed in the eight Galaxies.” His tone was steady, not rising in the slightest. Each word fell like a hammer of justice striking the pillar of truth. There was no room for negotiation, no gap for defense. The sentence descended like a final judgment decreed from the beginning, a death verdict unchangeable even if they begged a thousand times. The masked

  • 933

    The air stopped. Time stopped. All the dynamics of the universe bowed to one will—the will of Xiao Jian. And that did not happen only on the battlefield. That wave of power spread wider, piercing through the boundaries of dimensions, sweeping across all eight Galaxies. The suffocating silence seemed to declare that, in this instant, Xiao Jian stood at the highest point that no one could dispute. On a distant star, millions of beings who were busy building a city under their sun’s light suddenly froze, hammers raised in midair, smiles and laughter stuck on their faces, as if life itself had lost its meaning. On another planet, a dragon about to breathe fire froze with its jaws locked tight, the flame extinguished before it could even form. Even the smallest things were not spared from that will. An ant digging a hole underground stopped immediately, its jaws gripping grains of sand halted in their last position, without any drive to move again. A tree about to release its falling le

  • 932

    Seeing hundreds of masked people appear, Xiao Jian did not show any excessive expression. His face remained calm, as if the sight that would make many people’s knees tremble was nothing more than a shadow unworthy of attention. His eyes stared straight ahead, not shifting in the slightest at the crowd that now filled the sky. Even when a wave of pressure enveloped the space, he stood upright without the slightest change in his breathing, as if his body and soul were completely detached from the turmoil of the incoming threat. His lips curved slightly, forming a faint smile that was hard to read. That smile was not friendliness, but serenity born from absolute confidence in himself. He directed that smile at the man who had been controlling the God Emperor Siyuhan from the beginning, as if only he was worthy of attention among the countless masked figures. The other faces, no matter how strong they were, seemed erased from his calculations. “If you were at the peak of your prime, per

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