His Fury Descended from Heaven

He wore a black robe and had his hair tied up; he was tall and slender.

His features were so handsome they were almost sharp, yet his brows held a detached and serene air that seemed out of place amidst the surrounding bloodshed.

It was Qin Wangchuan.

He stood quietly before the longsword with the severed head embedded in it.

The sword is ancient and covered in bloodstains.

And the sword pierced through --

It's the Shatong.

He was just standing there.

He didn't let out a single breath.

He didn't even glance at the fierce battle in the center of the ring.

Yet, heaven and earth seem to focus their attention here, and mountains and seas hold their breath.

All the shouts, screams, and heated discussions on and off the arena froze.

On the high platform.

Xuanye, who had originally planned to send Yankui into battle, suddenly raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture.

"Etc."

His silver eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze fell on Qin Wangchuan. "This person... is somewhat different."

"No the same?"

Chili followed his gaze and caught the eyes of the Human Race camp that lit up suddenly when that figure appeared, as well as the names they uttered almost silently, suppressing their excitement.

"Qin... Wangchuan."

Her red lips moved slightly, silently repeating the name, a hint of undisguised disgust flashing in her purple eyes.

What an ostentatious name.

What an eyesore!

"Yes, although he has no aura, this person is very strong. It would be dangerous to make a move now." Xuanye's voice was low. "Let a few go up first to test his strength and weaken him."

Now that the goal has been achieved, all that's left is to enjoy life.

But that doesn't mean they want to lose to the Human Race.

On the ring.

The moment Qin Wangchuan appeared, Ye Wuhen's movements froze.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Chu Wujiu coughed up a mouthful of blood and managed to stand up, albeit unsteadily, despite his nearly shattered knees.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Qin Wangchuan, and said in a hoarse voice, "You've come."

Qin Wangchuan did not look up, still staring at the head.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice so calm it was chilling:

"I've heard about it, but I have a few questions."

"How did he die?"

Chu Wujiu was silent for a moment, then spoke with difficulty, "I don't know... He went back to the Outer Academy, and the next day his head was stuck here."

Who did it?

"Have no idea."

What about the rest?

"I... don't know either."

Qin Wangchuan listened and suddenly laughed.

The laughter was soft, yet it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

He slowly raised his head, and in his calm eyes, there was an unyielding irony and... a kind of regret that seemed almost like a waste of talent.

"I should have thought of that sooner."

"The world is full of fools, delighting in devouring each other with prejudice, and in Foreign Lands... even more so!"

"How could a world so evil allow someone like you, who advocates peace, to live long?"

Qin Wangchuan twitched the corners of his mouth, but there was no hint of a smile in that curve:

"As expected."

"Coexistence is impossible."

"You reached out your hand, but they offered you... a fist."

He turned around, raised his eyes, and for the first time truly looked at Ye Wuhen on the arena, at Xuanye and the other two on the high platform, and at all the Alien Race below the stage with their various expressions.

The last vestige of warmth in those calm eyes was completely extinguished.

"If that's the case—the only option is to submit!"

Qin Wangchuan's voice suddenly rose, booming like thunder, instantly drowning out all other noises in the arena:

"Listen up, you Alien Race!"

He took a step forward, and the arena beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, the cracks spreading wildly like a spider web:

"One day—I, Qin Wangchuan, will traverse the mountains and rivers of this Foreign Lands, I will slay all the kings, and through this conquest, I will make this entire Foreign Lands— "

"Submit to me!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Those three "will"s, like the strokes of fate, stirred up an almost illusory ripple in the stagnant air.

The sound seemed to make even time itself tremble for a moment.

Above the stands, several elders from the Outer Academy who had been observing the battle with their Divine Sense exchanged silent glances, their eyes revealing undisguised astonishment and complex emotions.

"Such arrogant words," an aged voice whispered in the Divine Sense.

"Hey! What's so arrogant about that?" Another voice said with a hint of pride, "The purpose of establishing the Outer Academy is still to train our clan."

"As the Prodigy of my race, this is how it should be!"

After a brief Deathly Stillness, the Human Race camp watching from below the arena erupted in a frenzy of excitement!

Below the arena, the Human Race camp erupted in cheers after a moment of absolute silence!

"Qin Wangchuan!"

It's unclear who first uttered this name, but it immediately sparked a wave of responses.

The female cultivator who had been worried about Chu Wujiu slowly relaxed her clenched fist. Looking at the stage, she let out a long sigh of relief and whispered with a sense of certainty, "It's him, Divine Son Qin has arrived."

No further words are needed.

The name Qin Wangchuan is the ultimate interpretation of the word "invincible".

Meanwhile, the Alien Race erupted in even more jarring laughter and mockery.

"Hahaha! Did you hear that? He wants us to submit!"

"Have you lost your mind! How dare a mere Human Race claim to conquer our land?"

"Ye Wuhen, tear his mouth off!"

On the arena.

Ye Wuhen also took a step forward, his gaze piercing as he pointed directly at Qin Wangchuan:

"How arrogant!"

"Your companion was almost killed by me with a single palm strike just now."

"You, with all of you, think you can make the entire Foreign Lands submit? It's laughable."

Ye Wuhen's gloomy Spiritual Power surged wildly, and the pressure of the Heavenly Venerable Realm was poured out without reservation, aiming to crush the black-robed figure in front of him who was spouting wild words, along with his lies!

All eyes were on Qin Wangchuan.

We awaited his rage, his rebuttal, and his murderous intent.

However--

Qin Wangchuan simply turned his head slowly and glanced at him.

There was no murderous intent, no anger, only a declarative tone that was almost indifferent:

"The dead are talking."

The moment the words left his mouth, everyone instinctively looked up.

Something's coming.

The clouds shattered, and thunder roared.

A massive Spirit Energy Sword cleaved through the clouds, descending with unparalleled sharpness.

Heavenly Sword - Hundred Tribulations!

As the Giant Sword fell, the barrier at the edge of the arena let out a mournful cry, unable to bear the weight any longer.

Ye Wuhen's pupils contracted sharply, but instead of retreating, he let out a defiant roar:

"Come--!!"

His feet shattered the ground, his muscles bulged like dragons, and his dark, Body Cultivator Gang Qi became almost tangible. He crossed his arms, intending to use his physical body to withstand the judgment sword that descended from the sky!

Boom!!!

Where the sword tip struck the arms, a ring of distorted, transparent ripples exploded out.

The arena beneath Ye Wuhen's feet suddenly sank three feet!

The terrifying sword force pressed down on him, causing his back to hunch and his bones to crack under the strain.

But he gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his arms bulging with veins like a python, and he actually... managed to stay steady!

Even the bent spine began to rise inch by inch!

"Heh... heh..."

Ye Wuhen, blood and foam gushing from his throat, yet he grinned into an extremely ferocious smile, his bloodshot eyes slowly and intently fixed on Qin Wangchuan:

"Based on this... you dare to presume to decide my life or death?!"

The last syllables of the words "life and death" hadn't even faded yet...

My vision suddenly froze.

He saw Qin Wangchuan raise his hand and gently point his index finger in his direction.

There was no brilliance, no fluctuation, only a Tribulation Light, condensed to its extreme, shooting from the fingertip!

The Heavenly Ruins Tribulation Finger.

Quick!

Speed beyond perception!

Just as Ye Wuhen was about to use his Law Treasure to block the attack, he felt a faint warmth between his brows, as if it were an illusion.

Immediately afterwards--

Thoughts went blank.

His fighting spirit, Spiritual Power, and even the spiritual light of the protective Law Treasure he had just begun to activate all vanished in that instant.

Beside him, several Law Treasure that had been floating in the air lost control and crashed to the ground one after another, making several dull thuds as they hit the arena.

Almost at the same instant.

The Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Sword crashed down from above!

Where the Sword Light, dust and smoke dissipated, and no remains were left.

Instant kill!

From the moment the attack was made to the moment the enemy was killed, only a few breaths passed.

Qin Wangchuan slowly withdrew his finger, his gaze not even lingering on the drifting dust for a moment before he raised his head and looked at the Deathly Stillness Alien Race camp.

"Next."

The sound echoed clearly above the Deathly Stillness arena, calm as an ancient well, yet colder than ten-thousand-year-old ice.