Here, gathered under the fractured sky of the ancient ruins, stood the strongest sects and clans of the entire Desolate Heaven Empire.
From the Powerful Sects of the north to the Demonic Sect of the deep south—geniuses, elders, and grand elders had all shown up.
Each of them was a titan in their own right. Each capable of shaking an entire province with a single command.
And yet…
The one controlling the state of this battlefield?
The one whose word had brought them all to a dead stop?
Was merely a junior.
Bai Zihan!
A boy no older than sixteen.
And yet now, this same boy stood alone before hundreds of powerhouses—his back straight, his head high, and his hand raised with all the casual arrogance of a monarch.
He wasn't begging.
He wasn't negotiating.
He was threatening them.
Commanding them.
And they were listening.
Some of the elders standing at the rear of their forces clenched their fists, their expressions twisted with a mix of shame and fury.
