"What the hell, Lin Feng!" Lian shouted as Lin Feng hurled a smoldering fireball toward him.
Lian raised his sword and blocked it. The flames were so hot that—even with his affinity to fire—he could still feel the searing heat crawl up his arms.
"What even are you…?"
Lin Feng didn't answer.
He vanished.
Lian's eyes darted wildly as he searched the arena. Then—Lin Feng suddenly reappeared right in front of him, his left claw raised high, ready to strike.
"Hiyyya!" Lian groaned, blocking the claw slash.
The impact sent him skidding backward from the sheer pressure.
"Is he even human…?" Lian thought, still processing what was unfolding before him.
His gaze lifted—
And Wang descended from the sky, landing lightly on the stage. Despite the gentle landing, his presence alone sent a crushing pressure outward, blowing debris and cultivators away.
"We truly will be getting some good spacemen this time around," Wang muttered to himself, his eyes sweeping the arena.
"A dragon-born brat…"
His gaze locked onto Lin Feng, white scales glimmering against the flames consuming the arena.
"Hey, you brat. Come here."
Wang raised his hand. A massive hand formed from Qi, reaching through the air toward Lin Feng—
But before it could grasp him, Lin Feng vanished.
He reappeared behind Wang, unleashing another blast of flames straight from his mouth.
Wang raised both hands, catching the blast. He compressed the fire into a small, glowing sphere—
Then swallowed it whole.
"Ohhh… you have the Space Bloodline of the Azure Dragons," Wang said, amused.
In the next instant, Wang vanished.
He reappeared behind Lin Feng, grabbed his leg, and hurled him high into the sky.
As Lin Feng spun uncontrollably through the air, his body began to grow—larger and larger—until he filled the sky itself.
"Ahhh! It's a dragon! A real dragon!" the spectators screamed.
"The heavens are being overturned—the world is truly ending!"
Panic erupted. People fled in every direction, but many were crushed beneath falling debris as flames spread across the pavilion.
"I need to get away from here," Lian thought, leaping off the platform.
Before he could land, an invisible force seized him. His body froze midair, suspended.
"Mmm—what the hell?" Lian struggled as crushing pressure hit him from every direction.
"Where do you think you're going?" Wang said.
His head turned toward Lian, and when their eyes met, Lian saw a mountain—vast beyond comprehension—looming before him.
"What kind of power is this…?" Lian thought desperately.
"I'm being held in the air. I can't move. There's no Qi behind it—I'm just stuck."
One thought echoed in his mind.
If I stay here, I'm going to die.
"Just wait there," Wang said calmly. "Don't waste your energy resisting—you might hurt yourself."
With that, Wang leapt into the sky toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was no longer speaking. He only roared—eyes vacant, burning everything around him on pure instinct.
Patriarch Xing flew forward, blade drawn.
"Dark Blade!" Xing roared as he launched his attack at Wang.
But it missed.
Wang vanished—reappearing above Lin Feng's dragon head.
He clenched his fist and punched downward.
A terrifying force rippled through the air as the blow landed squarely on Lin Feng's head. The dragon's massive body dropped, hurtling toward the pavilion below.
"Elders! We must stop that before everyone below dies!" Patriarch Xing shouted as he rushed forward.
He seized the dragon's body, struggling to slow its descent. The momentum lessened—but still continued. Xing strained under the immense weight.
The elders hesitated only a moment before shooting into the sky, joining him. Together, they held the beast, forcing it to pause midair as they staggered beneath its mass.
"Oh?" Wang said, looking down at them.
"It seems we have some decent ones here."
Suddenly, pink smoke flooded the sky.
Wang frowned, finding himself enveloped within it.
Soft, tender giggles echoed through the air.
"Kikikiki… hello there, handsome," a silky, alluring voice purred.
From within the fog, a woman's face formed. Barely clothed, her smooth hands reached toward Wang.
"Come now, love," she whispered seductively.
"Stop fighting. Come into my arms."
"Hah," Wang scoffed.
"You'll need to cultivate a thousand more years if you wish to trap me with seductive illusions."
With a sharp motion, he reached out—
And grabbed Empress Li straight from the fog.
Wang paused for a moment, Empress Li still held firmly in his grasp.
"Yeah," he said calmly.
"You're right."
Crack!
Empress Li's neck snapped as Wang twisted his hand without hesitation. He released her body, and she plummeted from the sky at terrifying speed.
"You— you demon! I will kill you!" Elder Zhou roared.
He slammed his hand into the ground, activating a formation.
"Thousand Demon Slaying Array!"
Elder Zhou formed the final seal with his hands. The formation flared to life, glowing a blinding yellow as it activated.
From glowing lines carved into the ground, demonic beast souls burst forth—howling as they rushed toward Wang.
Wang simply stood there, watching. Waiting.
"A senile old man like you should have stopped cultivating long ago," Wang said coldly.
"You're this old, yet your realm hasn't even broken through the Rule Condensations."
With a casual flick of his finger, Wang released a mass of heavy Qi.
It barreled forward—
Bang!
The formation shattered instantly. Cracks raced across it as the demonic beasts lost control, scattering wildly and attacking everything in their path.
"Oh—hooo…" Elder Zhou coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth as he fell to his knees.
"Truly… a monster."