Manhuang Realm – Giant Tyrant City.
The sound of space shattering layer by layer being shattered still echoed throughout Giant Tyrant City. Blood rain fell without stop. Han Wei's huge mouth gaped open, sweat pouring like buckets down his green skin — showing just how terrifying the scene had been.
That moment had seemed brief, yet many had witnessed it: most of the Arena of Might staff, the masked Giant Race woman standing far away, and of course — Han Wei himself.
All of them shared the same feeling: unreal. They couldn't believe what they had just seen.
Eighth-Turn Body Cultivator — in any power, a core existence with supreme status and the right to kill at will. Even in the two dominant races, Giant Han and Giant Demon, it was the same. Reaching Eighth-Turn earned the title of Protector — rank second only to Clan Chief, Elders, and core disciples.
Yet now — a black-cloaked person had casually thrown a single punch, not even using a Body Art, and turned an Eighth-Turn Giant Han Protector into a rain of blood. No one could accept it.
"How… so strong… Ninth-Turn?"
The chilling thought appeared in everyone's mind.
How many Ninth-Turn experts existed on the entire Manhuang Realm? Countable on one hand. And such figures had no reason to appear in a backwater place like Giant Tyrant City.
Believe it or not — it had happened. Wu San Niang didn't like wasting words. She lazily slapped out again…
"KHÔ…"
Han Wei didn't even finish his scream. His colossal body followed his protector — another blood rain poured over Giant Tyrant City.
"Let's go!"
Wu San Niang hated lingering. She punched space open, grabbed Lan An and the Man-Chicken, and leaped into the rift — vanishing.
Manhuang Realm's space was high-grade — layers rapidly healed as if nothing had happened. Only two lake-sized pools of blood remained as proof.
The masked Giant Race woman saw this — knew it was bad. Her colossal figure swiftly departed, putting as much distance as possible between her and the scene…
"ROAR! WHO DARES TOUCH THE NOBLE GIANT HAN RACE?!"
Less than a breath after they left — a heaven-shaking roar echoed across Giant Tyrant City. Countless beings collapsed in terror, kneeling on the ground.
BOOM BOOM…
Four terrifying arms ripped space open like a door. Two middle-aged Giant Han stepped out arrogantly — right where Han Wei had stood, the ground still soaked in fresh blood.
"ROAR ROAR!"
The two Giant Han elders raged — eyes blood-red, chests heaving at the sight of two lake-sized pools of blood.
"Who did this?!"
One roared — in fury slamming four fists forward…
BOOM BOOM BOOM…
Space shattered layer by layer. An entire corner of majestic Giant Tyrant City turned to dust. Unlucky bystanders — pulverised.
"Arena of Might? GET OUT HERE!"
The other elder glanced at the arena beside him — punched down without care for right or wrong…
The arena shook violently. Managers inside turned deathly pale — legs going soft.
"Elders — mercy!"
Two muscular men shot out — Eighth-Turn Body Cultivators, the true bosses behind Arena of Might, god-like existences in Giant Tyrant City.
Yet now — both bowed deeply, terrified of offending the two colossal Giant Han.
They were Giant Han Elders — Ninth-Turn. How could they dare speak?
"Speak! What happened?" One elder grabbed a boss — golden fangs bared.
Eighth-Turn before Ninth-Turn — no resistance possible.
The two bosses were helpless. If they had known this event would kill two Giant Han — they would never have opened the arena, even if paid.
"Reporting to the noble Giant Han Elders — this is what happened…" One boss recounted everything from beginning to end.
""GRRR! Those lowly humans dare?!"
Hearing Han Wei and his protector were punched into blood mist by a black-cloaked person — the two elders' faces twisted beyond recognition — rage indescribable.
"Correct. Their strength was terrifying. I wanted to help Young Master Han Wei but was powerless!" The boss swallowed hard.
"Useless trash — why keep you alive?"
The elder roared — killing intent solidifying.
Before the boss's despairing eyes — he was crushed into meat paste in that massive hand.
"Damn you Giant Han beasts — you won't die well!" The other boss — knowing death was certain — cursed venomously.
Sure enough — the elder tossed him into his mouth — fangs chewing violently — eyes bloodthirsty.
"Demons… Giant Han Race are demons!"
Arena staff who saw their Eighth-Turn bosses die so horribly — collapsed in terror. Some even pissed themselves.
From start to finish — the killer of Han Wei and the protector had been completely cloaked. Giant Han Race wanted revenge — but had no target. How could they not be furious?
"Giant Tyrant City no longer needs to exist!"
The two Ninth-Turn elders — to vent rage and show the world the price of offending Giant Han Race — began rampaging. In one day — majestic Giant Tyrant City vanished from the world, leaving only ruins and the lingering stench of blood…
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Yuelong Star Realm.
Blood Five was a skinny man — skin and bones, looking extremely frail. Nothing remarkable about him at first glance.
"Blood Five — Late Harmony Realm. Who wants to fight him?"
Tian Wanbao asked again — eyes casually drifting to Rear Palace, clearly hoping they would step up again.
Three rounds fought — one was 2v2 — so Yuelong led 3–1. Rear Palace had contributed the most — naturally earning Tian Wanbao's favour.
Five more wins — 8 out of 15 — victory secured.
But before the women could react — a cloaked figure calmly stepped out from Yuelong's side.
"Heavenly Kill?"
Confidence surged in Yuelong experts' eyes. Seven Kills Cult assassin — not a joke. Rank 2 on Golden Board — once rated higher than Poison Man. Ghost-like assassination, countless feats of killing above his realm. Strength unfathomable.
Of course — many glared hatefully. Their friends or family had been killed by Seven Kills Cult for money. They hoped he and Blood Five would perish together.
"Hmph — take off that mask. I don't like killing faceless cowards!" Blood Five said arrogantly.
Heavenly Kill said nothing — vanished instantly.
"So fast!"
The crowd gasped. Faster than Tian Yedao's Golden Wings. Less than one percent could track him.
Tian Yedao left golden trails — Heavenly Kill left nothing.
Only Demon — hidden behind black energy — deep eyes easily followed Heavenly Kill's movement.
"So what if you're fast?" Blood Five sneered — standing still, unafraid.
Suddenly — an invisible scythe-blade appeared behind him — stabbing through his body.
SHINK…
"Success?" Many were stunned — too easy?
"Heh heh — got you!" Blood Five laughed viciously — hand grabbing the blade piercing him.
"Not good!" Heavenly Kill inwardly alarmed — instantly releasing the blade, vanishing into space again.
Assassin instinct — failed assassination, retreat, wait for next chance.
"What happened? The blade clearly went through him!" Less knowledgeable spectators were confused.
"Blood Five's body isn't normal!" Thai Ling Laoren frowned.
"Heh heh — want to assassinate me? Too green!"
Blood Five laughed smugly. Before everyone's shocked eyes — bones suddenly pierced through his flesh. Countless bone branches rapidly extended — forming a spiderweb covering the sky, radiating sinister killing intent.
Bone after bone burst from his body. Blood Five became a war machine — bone branches strong enough to pierce space, searching every direction for Heavenly Kill.
"Bone Cultivator!"
Tian Wanbao and Tribulation experts instantly recognised it.
This man was a Bone Cultivator — and cultivated an extremely powerful Bone Art. He could freely grow bones at will — far beyond a normal human skeleton.
"No wonder Heavenly Kill's blade did nothing. To kill a powerful Bone Cultivator — you must shatter his bone frame. Peel off all his flesh — he still lives!" Dan Tianxing said gravely.
The crowd suddenly understood — no wonder Blood Five never feared close-range assassination.
CLANG CLANG CLANG…
After searching — several bone branches struck Heavenly Kill in hiding. Countless bone blades shot toward him…
Heavenly Kill was forced to parry — metallic clashes ringing out.
"Shadowless Step!"
Heavenly Kill silently activated — body moving at blinding speed, slipping through space layers, far outpacing the pursuing bones — closing in on Blood Five again.
"Seven Kills Slash!"
Scythe-blade danced — one slash but seven overlapping images, mysterious and unpredictable — giving the illusion seven blades struck from all directions.
Immense power — space sliced apart — aiming to crush Blood Five's skull.
Even using this powerful move — Heavenly Kill's body remained hidden, only one arm visible from space — showing how terrifying his concealment was.
The crowd nodded in approval. Seven Kills Slash — one of Seven Kills Cult's famous assassination arts. Real and fake mixed — hard to defend. Many famous experts had died to it.
"Haha — before absolute defence, speed means nothing!" Blood Five laughed leisurely — thought moving.
Countless bones mobilised — weaving layer upon layer into bone armour completely encasing him like an egg.
CLANG CLANG…
Seven Kills Slash struck the bone armour — deafening metallic clashes, space exploding around — but only leaving a few cracks. Blood Five stood firm as a mountain.
"Die!"
Blood Five wasn't only defensive — laughing ferociously. Several bone swords grew from the armour — stabbing toward Heavenly Kill's exposed arm.
Heavenly Kill grew solemn — forced to retreat into space again.
"Not good… Blood Five's Bone Cultivation likely surpasses his Spirit Cultivation. Heavenly Kill has speed and stealth advantage — but can't penetrate Blood Five's defence!" Tian Wanbao frowned — analysing.
Blood Five was dual Spirit-Bone cultivator. His displayed Late Harmony Realm was a ruse — his true trump card was Bone Cultivation.
"Keep hiding! Let's see how long you can run?" Blood Five fully unleashed both powers.
Thousands of bone branches chased Heavenly Kill — now coated in blood energy, turning crimson — power greatly increased.
Blood Five became a true war machine — standing still, controlling thousands of bone branches from his body.
Yet Heavenly Kill — worthy of Golden Board rank 2 — used speed and concealment. Bones found him multiple times — but he always slipped away gracefully.
Seeing the deadlock — the crowd exchanged glances:
"Could this round… end in a draw?"