Conceding Defeat

Jiang Potian lowered his head and looked at the depression in his chest, at the wounds still seeping blood, at the skin gradually blackening under the corrosion of Order's power.

Then he raised his head and looked at Xu Wuyi again.

"Three against one, and we still couldn't win. Three punches—for three people, it was over in three punches."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It looked like a smile, yet also like self-mockery.

"We have lived in the Southern Martial Star Realm for centuries, and never have we been beaten so badly. Your punches were not simply heavy—they crushed us on the level of rules. Our rules meant nothing before you, because the rules you wielded were closer to the essence than ours."

He paused, then added, "This was not a difference in the amount of power. It was a difference in the depth of understanding. Your understanding of rules went layers deeper than ours—who knew how many layers."

Xu Wuyi said nothing.

He stood there, looking at Jiang Potian, Iron Mountain, and Shadowless.

Three veteran Divine Intents who had lived for centuries, the strongest guardians of the Southern Martial Star Realm, had failed to last even a single exchange before him.

This was his current strength.

It was not killing one man with a punch, but crippling one man with a punch. It did not rely on sneak attacks, but on the absolute crushing force of power—on a deeper understanding of rules.

Jiang Potian stepped out of the void and walked toward Xu Wuyi. His steps were slow, each one seeming to exhaust all the strength in his body.

The silvery-white light was still circulating within him, but it moved ever more slowly, with increasing difficulty.

He stopped several meters before Xu Wuyi, clasped his hands, and