Such a Mentality, Worthy of the Path to Invincibility

High above the nine heavens, deep within the clouds.

The father of Wang Zhan’s face twitched violently. The vast, ocean-like aura around him churned like boiling water, surging uncontrollably and shaking the surrounding clouds, revealing the storm raging within his heart!

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms. Blood seeped through his fingers, yet he felt nothing.

Killing intent!

A pure, brutal, almost mind-breaking lust for slaughter howled madly in his heart!

This boy... this boy must not be allowed to live!

He dared to defeat Zhan'er in public, and used that victory to break through, treating his son as nothing but a stepping stone!

If he wasn't eliminated, Zhan'er would never see the light of day again! What would become of the Wang family’s honor?!

Just as the killing intent was about to cross the critical threshold, and he was ready to strike down regardless of consequence—

A cold, hard fact hit him like a deluge of icy water from a bottomless abyss, instantly freezing his impulse!

The Glazed Holy Land, that ancient sacred ground once glorious and no weaker than his own Wang family, had been utterly erased from the world by a thunderous force not long ago!

The thought of Battle Asura’s mysterious background extinguished the boiling rage of Wang Zhan’s father like an invisible giant hand clamping down on the flames!

He stared fiercely at Xiao Ruobai, grinding his teeth so hard they creaked, but in the end, only a grunt of ultimate unwillingness and humiliation escaped from the depths of his throat.

The violent aura around him slowly, agonizingly, receded.

He could not act. Not until he had thoroughly investigated this unknown entity, or at least until he had absolute assurance he could withstand the thunderous wrath of whatever powers lay behind him!

This feeling of being afraid to move for fear of the consequences nearly made him vomit blood!

Yet, Wang Zhan’s father had no idea—

Directly above him, in the deepest part of the seemingly empty void, a pair of pupils filled with endless storms watched him with amusement and undisguised disappointment.

It was Little Black, completely concealing its aura!

“Tsk...”

A barely audible sound, as if from the deepest depths of the abyss, rippled through the absolute void.

Little Black licked the sharp edge of its beak, a glint of lingering, cruel satisfaction flashing in its dark-gold pupils.

“What a pity, truly a pity!”

“That killing intent just now was so pure. I thought I might finally get to stretch my limbs.”

“Old man, why didn't you strike?”

“If you had dared to make a move, the Wang family...”

Little Black’s gaze fell upon Wang Zhan’s father, whose face was dark as iron as he forcibly suppressed his killing intent. Its look was that of a hunter mocking a hesitant prey.

Anyone who dared to show killing intent was already deserving of death. But since it had just annihilated the Glazed Holy Land, a little discretion was in order!

With that thought, it lazily flapped its wings. The dark-golden light around its body fully faded, and its massive divine form silently dissolved into the deep dimensions of the void, as if it had never existed.

Only a faint, disappointed ripple of thought lingered, quietly sinking into the laws of space:

“You got lucky. How boring.”

Below, Xiao Ruobai opened his eyes. The two dark-golden star vortices within them, which seemed to hold the birth and death of sun, moon, and stars, suddenly vanished, returning to a profound calm, as still as an ancient well.

He clenched his fist slightly.

“HUM—!”

There was no earth-shattering release of power, no violent fluctuation of spiritual energy.

But the moment his five fingers closed, the air within a hundred zhang radius let out an almost imperceptible, yet enormously heavy, groan!

It was as if the very void could not withstand the power naturally gathering in his fist, threatening to collapse at any moment!

A torrent of unprecedented power, like a sleeping ancient dragon awakening within him, flowed gently yet mightily through every sinew and vein, every drop of blood, every bone.

This power was ten, a hundred times greater than when he was at the Celestial Awakening realm! And it was denser, more obedient to his will. With a mere thought, he could unleash a force that would shake heaven and earth.

He carefully contemplated this transformation.

His divine sense, like molten metal seeping across the ground, instantly covered the entire ruin and spread outward at a terrifying speed.

Everything within a thousand, even ten thousand miles was reflected with perfect clarity in his consciousness.

The trajectory of scattered gravel and dust, the lingering shock on the faces of distant onlookers, the still-settling ripples of energy in the air, even the drifting fall of a single leaf from a grove far away...

The clarity and range of this perception were worlds apart from when he was in the Celestial Awakening realm.

More importantly, he felt a deeper resonance with heaven and earth.

The laws of the world were no longer obscure, unfathomable concepts. They had become far more intimate. He could even vaguely touch the pulses of power that formed the very foundation of reality.

“So this is the realm of King Level...”

Xiao Ruobai murmured in his heart. There was no ecstatic joy at his breakthrough, only a sense of natural progression, and a quiet, matter-of-fact confirmation.

As if this domain was always meant for him, and all his previous struggles and tempering were simply building up to this perfect blossoming.

He slowly raised his hand, looking at his palm—a hand that looked ordinary but contained the power to overturn rivers and seas.

“Strength is sufficient.”

“But it is not yet perfect.”

“King Level is only a new beginning.”

After familiarizing himself with the surging new power within, he slowly lifted his head, his gaze sweeping calmly across the entire scene.

Everyone his eyes passed over, regardless of their cultivation level, felt their soul tighten, as if they had been glanced at by a supreme being. Involuntarily, they lowered their heads, filled with reverence, not daring to meet his gaze.

Even Wang Zhan, who had barely stood up in the distant pit, felt his mind violently shaken the moment he met that gaze. He felt an absolute, formless suppression of realm. The humiliation and terror he had just suppressed flooded back with renewed force.

Xiao Ruobai finally fixed his gaze on Mo Yu, the divine beast descendant who had long since been defeated and ignored.

“Mo Yu.”

He suddenly spoke, his voice calm, but it caused the distraught Mo Yu to tremble violently, lifting his head in disbelief.

“Your loss to Wang Zhan was not unfair.”

Xiao Ruobai’s voice rang out sharply. “But it was also a wasted defeat.”

Mo Yu’s pupils contracted as he stared at him.

“Wang Zhan’s ‘Truth-Breaking’ fist strikes at the source of power itself. It is formidable, yes. But you didn’t even give him the chance to use his full strength.”

These words stabbed into Mo Yu’s heart like poisoned thorns!

“You bear the blood of the Kirin Emperor. Your strength, speed, and divine abilities are all top-tier. Unfortunately, your ‘battle heart’ does not match your bloodline.”

Xiao Ruobai’s gaze was piercing, as if he could see through time and replay every detail of that fight.

“Since the very beginning of the battle, you clung to hope, trying to crush him head-on with your Kirin divine powers. Your techniques were flashy but hollow. You used three tenths of your strength just to create an imposing spectacle, to maintain that absurd image of a proud enemy.”

“When Wang Zhan revealed the true power of the Ancient Sacred Body, your spirit broke before the battle was joined. Ten tenths of your potential, crippled by fear and confusion, could only muster seven.”

“In the end, you were utterly captivated by the intent of the Annihilation Fist, so much so that even your final struggle seemed futile.

You were defeated not only by Wang Zhan's strength, but also by your own fear and the lack of conviction in your path!”

His tone carried a chilling clarity that cut to the core, each word lashing like a whip against Mo Yu's soul.

“You cared too much for the empty fame brought by the title of Qilin's Son, and you feared too deeply the disgrace of failure. Your power was never truly wielded by you—it was merely a tool to sustain your pride.

Shackled by reputation and trapped by victory and defeat, your battle intent was born with chains from the very start.

With such a mindset, do you even deserve to seek the invincible path?”