The sensation of certain death flooded Blood Eight's heart. He nearly pissed himself in terror, frantically using Blood Substitution Art to flee a thousand li away.
But there was no escaping the sun. Tian Yedao's blindfolded eyes blazed brighter. Golden light swallowed the sky. Two beams of apocalyptic destruction shot from her eyes — chasing a thousand li.
BOOM BOOM BOOM…
Space collapsed layer by layer. The heavens turned pure gold. Dazzling light forced countless experts to shield their faces.
In Blood Eight's absolute horror — the moment his body reappeared, the two beams engulfed him. No time for a scream. Late Harmony Realm cultivation — utterly useless. He evaporated as if he had never existed.
True annihilation…
"Hmph. An insect remains an insect!"
Tian Yedao's arrogant voice rang out. Her eyes closed once more. Everything returned to silence.
Gulp…
Swallowing sounds echoed. Countless experts stood horrified. The scene had been apocalyptic — golden light dominating heaven and earth. Terrifying beyond words.
They stared dumbly. Tian Yedao's beautiful eyes were shut again. Fresh blood trickled from beneath her eyelids. Her usual blindfold had been destroyed.
Though still closed — far more beautiful without the cloth. Golden lashes fluttered. Cold, proud face. High nose, cherry lips, flowing golden hair… She was a goddess from legend — beauty beyond compare.
Liu Yuqing liked her more and more. Forget looks — that single move had made even Liu Yuqing feel mortal danger. Head-on clash? She wasn't sure she could block it.
Rear Palace women turned grave. They silently asked themselves: If we were Blood Eight — could we stop those eyes?
The beams were too fast — space meant nothing. No dodging…
Only Husband's Tyrant Spirit Palm might clash directly! — they concluded.
"Tian Yedao has never fought seriously before. Her Golden Board ranking was Multitude Treasure Pavilion being modest!" Xuan Sha Laoren sighed, stroking his beard.
Killing two minor realms above her in one move — overwhelmingly strong.
"Saintess!" Seeing Tian Yedao sway, her four maids rushed to support her — faces full of pride and worry.
"Dao Dao is fine…" Her voice returned to its usual sweet innocence. The other personality was gone.
Bao Kieu carefully replaced the blindfold and fed her high-grade recovery pills. After that battle — Tian Yedao's spiritual force was nearly depleted.
"Pavilion Master — what was that move called?" Ba Li Jiao Huang respectfully asked Tian Wanbao. He had fought Tian Yedao before — she had never used it.
"World-Annihilating Golden Eyes!" Tian Wanbao smiled. "Dao Dao named her own eyes."
"World-Annihilating…?" The crowd shuddered. Daring to name it "World-Annihilating" — arrogant indeed. But after witnessing its power — arrogance well-earned.
"Pavilion Master — are Yedao's eyes innate?" Bai Xiaosheng asked cautiously.
"Everyone has secrets. No need to pry. Today, to restore our cultivation world's face, Dao Dao went all-out. That is enough…" Tian Wanbao replied calmly — clearly unwilling to say more.
The crowd felt mixed emotions. If that apocalyptic attack was her innate eye ability — what secret lay within? Many wanted to see her eyes directly. But when World-Annihilating Golden Eyes activated — even Tribulation experts saw only blinding gold. When it ended — her eyes were already closed.
"Pavilion Master speaks true. The Saintess has made our cultivation world proud today — worthy of praise!" The Khao couple smiled leisurely.
From start to finish — Tian Yedao had dominated Blood Eight, ending with total annihilation. Yuelong Star Realm's face was restored.
Everyone nodded, glancing at Blood Emperor Domain. The atmosphere there was suffocating — murderous aura boiling, barely contained rage.
Even the Blood Princes no longer taunted. Yuelong experts felt refreshed.
"How do we fight the next round?" Niu Wuba sneered.
A Four-Heart Blood Envoy growled: "Next round — two versus two! We'll take back everything with interest!"
"Blood Seven, Blood Six — go!"
"At your command, Blood Envoy! If we cannot take two lives for Blood Eight — we offer our heads!" The two Blood Princes roared, stepping forward. Identical faces — clearly twins. Aura exploded — Mid Harmony Realm, shaking space.
The sky shattered by Tian Yedao's attack hadn't recovered — spatial rifts everywhere. But for Harmony Realm battle — irrelevant.
"Two Mid Harmony Realm — who fights?" Tian Wanbao scanned the field, finally stopping at Dream Immortal Boat — asking Liu Yuqing's opinion.
Clearly — he needed Rear Palace now.
Ba Li Jiao Huang solemnly volunteered: "I'll fight. My Late Seventh-Order beast cultivation is perfect for this."
"The opponents are twins — coordination flawless. We need a perfectly synced pair too, or we'll capsize," Thai Ling Laoren shook her head.
"Thai Ling is right. This round should go to Rear Palace," Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master rarely spoke.
"Rear Palace's teamwork is legendary — proven in the White Sand war. I agree," Xuan Sha Laoren said calmly.
"You…" Niu Wuba huffed — his disciple had no stage.
"If you disagree — find someone who can perfectly sync with Ba Li Jiao Huang!" Tian Wanbao glanced over. This was for Yuelong's honour — no room for error.
Niu Wuba was speechless, signalling Ba Li Jiao Huang to stand down.
Ba Li Jiao Huang clenched fists in frustration — he wanted glory too. But the situation truly wasn't suitable.
"Rear Palace will take this round!" Tian Wanbao cupped fists.
"No need for thanks, Pavilion Master. It is our duty," Liu Yuqing smiled elegantly. She glanced at Ji Ya and Ji Bing — then sighed in slight regret.
Rear Palace's twin sisters had both reached Late Harmony — opponents only Mid Harmony. Not suitable.
Lan Li and Lan Xuan didn't need mentioning — only Void Refining.
"Mother — let us fight!"
Two identical voices rang out. Two breathtaking figures stepped forward…
Mature, voluptuous bodies — both seductive demoness types, nation-toppling beauties.
One with fiery red hair, crimson lips, red cheongsam accentuating snow-white skin — faintly radiating terrifying heat.
The other with ink-black waterfall hair reaching her raised hips, black lips, sharp yet enchanting eyes that could suck souls — aura cold and mysterious, beauty rivaling Liu Yuqing.
Many stared blankly — who was this black-haired woman? Not on the Golden Board. Didn't fight in White Sand war. When did she join Rear Palace?
Yet her young aura and Mid Harmony Realm cultivation silenced doubts.
Sacred Spirit's Chief Enforcer frowned — she looked familiar… but where?
Su Yan gazed at the black-haired woman's back — eyes full of pride and affection.
Liu Yuqing looked at her two daughters-in-law who often sparred — smiled in satisfaction:
"Very well… Nine Yang and Nine Yin — make them tremble!"
…
Manhuang Realm – Arena of Might
If killing intent could murder, Han Wei would have killed Lan An a hundred thousand times…
The colossal beast-like body stood again — but no longer reckless. He watched Lan An warily like a starving wolf.
"Who the hell are you?" Han Wei roared. Someone this strong should be famous across Manhuang — why appear only now?
Lan An didn't answer. Great Heavy Sword on shoulder — coldly eyeing the dozens of Body Cultivators surrounding him.
His earlier display had marked him a threat — they wanted to gang up and eliminate him while currying favour with Giant Han Race.
"Kid, you cannot afford to offend Giant Han Race. Best kneel and beg forgiveness!" A Late Sixth-Turn sneered — voice dripping with reverence for Giant Han Race, obviously boot-licking Han Wei.
Lan An glanced indifferently. Body vanished.
"Not good!" The man's hair stood on end — mortal danger.
"Meteor Kick!"
From the sky — Lan An stomped down. He wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
With Opening Gate and Rest Gate — the Late Sixth-Turn Body Cultivator had no time to react. Head exploded like a watermelon — gruesome.
"Anyone else want to interfere?" Lan An pulled his foot from the gore — voice icy.
The crowd shuddered — unconsciously stepping back.
"Bastard!" Seeing Lan An's arrogance, Han Wei's face twisted in rage. He roared:
"Giant Han Secret Art – Six Arms!"
Muscles tightened. From his waist — two new arms burst out, veined and powerful.
Giant Han Race already had four arms — now six. Monstrous.
But Lan An sensed far greater danger from the new arms — clearly stronger.
Not done. Han Wei roared again:
"Giant Han Secret Art – Spiked Body!"
Countless razor-sharp spikes erupted across his colossal frame — head to toe. He became an untouchable porcupine — perfect offence and defence.
"Forcing me to use Giant Han Secret Arts — die satisfied!"
Six arms wielding six blades — Han Wei charged like a war machine. Arena quaked with each step.
"Soul Lock!" Old trick — White Moon Soul Seizing Eyes flashed. Han Wei's massive body froze for a heartbeat.
Lan An seized the chance — leaping to the spike-covered head. Great Heavy Sword slashed a spike.
CLANG!
Sword vibrated — spike only bent.
"Terrifying defence!" Lan An inwardly marvelled. He stored the Great Heavy Sword — useless now.
"What did you do to me?!" Han Wei regained senses — roaring.
"All of you — kill him together!" The Body Cultivators saw Lan An unable to breach Han Wei's defence — rushed to pile on.
Dozens charged — wanting numbers to crush Lan An.
"Well done! Whoever takes his head — I, Han Wei, will take as my hunting dog!" Han Wei laughed maniacally. Offend noble Giant Han Race — let's see who saves you!
Hearing they could become Han Wei's lackey — the cultivators went berserk with excitement. In Manhuang — Giant Han Race were gods. Even being their dog meant lording over others.
Lan An was finally enraged. You all want death? I'll grant it.
"Savage Beast Fist!"