Shen Yunfei's fist was mere inches away from Xiao Dong's face.
"This idiot is being reckless again," Sighed Bai Muchen.
"Don't be so sure about that," Jiang Chen smirked.
Just as the fist was about to make contact with Xiao Dong's face he slipped under it in an instant and his Stormbreaker Gauntlet smashed into Shen Yunfei's stomach.
"Take that bastard!" Xiao Dong yelled.
Shen Yunfei was sent flying and coughed a mouthful of blood. He might be an outstanding cultivator in his own right, but Xiao Dong was no slouch.
The battlefield was in ruins. Massive cracks and shattered stone littered the war zone, evidence of the carnage Xiao Dong had unleashed. Smoke and dust still lingered in the air, swirling around the battered bodies of fallen cultivators.
Blood dripped from Xiao Dong's knuckles as he stood in the center of the battlefield, grinning like a lunatic. His breathing was heavy, his body slightly bruised, but his battle-hungry aura was just as wild as ever.
Across from him, the surviving enemy factions were shaken.
"This bastard…" one of the remaining fighters muttered, barely able to steady himself.
"He's an absolute menace!" another one spat, wiping blood from his lips.
The battlefield had gone silent for a moment—not out of respect, but out of fear.
In just a few minutes, Xiao Dong had torn through multiple enemies, sending two full factions to the brink of elimination. He was reckless, he was violent, and worst of all—he refused to go down.
Jiang Chen, watching from their faction's corner, smirked.
"He really doesn't know when to stop," he muttered.
Qin Tian, standing beside him, nodded. "That's his best quality… and his worst."
Bai Muchen crossed his arms. "He's reaching his limit. He won't last much longer."
And they were right.
Xiao Dong was slowing down.
His initial rampage had been overwhelming, but now the enemy factions were adapting. They no longer charged him recklessly. They were coordinating. And Xiao Dong was losing energy.
From one of the remaining factions, a tall, slender cultivator stepped forward. He wore deep green robes embroidered with an ominous serpent insignia, his movements slow, deliberate, yet… unnerving.
His presence felt wrong.
Not overwhelming, not physically dominant like Bai Muchen or Xiao Dong—but dangerous in a completely different way.
"The Abyss Serpent Sect…" Jiang Chen muttered, narrowing his eyes.
The man was smiling—a lazy, poisonous smile.
"Xiao Dong… you've had your fun, haven't you?" his voice was silky smooth, yet filled with malice.
Xiao Dong's eyes flickered toward him, his grin never fading. "Oh? Another bastard wants to try?"
The man chuckled. "I don't 'try.' I end things."
BOOOOM!
Before anyone could react, the Abyss Serpent disciple vanished.
Xiao Dong barely had time to register it—before a thin blade sliced across his side.
A gash opened along his ribs.
Not deep, but sharp.
And then—a searing pain.
Xiao Dong stumbled slightly, his breathing becoming labored.
"Poison," Bai Muchen muttered. "He's not just fast—he's lethal."
Xiao Dong's expression didn't change. He spat a glob of blood onto the battlefield and grinned. "Good. I was getting bored."
And then—he charged.
Despite his exhaustion, despite the venom now coursing through his veins, Xiao Dong fought like a beast cornered against a wall.
The Abyss Serpent disciple was fast. His movements were like flowing water, his blade cutting through the air with precise, deadly strikes. Every wound he inflicted bled more than it should have, every hit burned from the venom seeping into Xiao Dong's flesh.
And yet—Xiao Dong refused to fall.
Every time he was struck, he retaliated.
Every time his vision blurred from the poison, he fought harder.
Every time the enemy thought he was slowing down, he moved faster.
Their battle was savage.
The battlefield had stopped to watch.
No one could believe that he was still standing.
The poison was meant to cripple him.
But it only made him angrier.
The Abyss Serpent disciple was starting to panic.
"This… this isn't normal," he muttered. His blade trembled slightly.
Xiao Dong grinned. His vision was fading, his strength draining, but—
One last hit.
With every last bit of energy he had left, Xiao Dong lunged forward.
The Abyss Serpent disciple tried to evade. Tried.
But Xiao Dong had been fighting above his limit this entire time.
BOOOOOM!
His fist slammed into the man's stomach, lifting him off the ground—
CRACK!
—then sending him flying across the battlefield.
The Abyss Serpent disciple collapsed, unconscious.
But so did Xiao Dong.
His body finally gave out.
He lay there, motionless, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily.
The battlefield was silent.
Then—
"BAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Laughter.
Jiang Chen grinned.
"That crazy bastard."
Qin Tian smirked. "He never gives up."
Bai Muchen cracked his neck, stepping forward. "My turn."
As Xiao Dong was carried off, Bai Muchen stepped onto the battlefield.
And the moment he did—
The air grew heavier.
The battlefield, already ruined from battle, felt smaller in his presence.
His Titanblood Physique pulsed with every step he took, the sheer weight of his existence pressing down on the remaining fighters.
One of the enemy cultivators visibly gulped.
"Shit…" someone muttered.
Bai Muchen cracked his knuckles.
"Who's next?"
A warrior from the Steel Fist Hall stepped forward—a brute nearly as big as Bai Muchen himself. His arms were wrapped in dense metal gauntlets, his body rippling with pure physical strength.
At this point, most factions were already on their last couple of warriors, making Bai Muchen's battle that much more exciting.
"Think you're the only one who can dominate with your body?" the warrior sneered.
Bai Muchen smirked. "Let's find out."
BOOOOM!
Their fists collided—and the battlefield shook.
Bai Muchen was here to claim his throne.
And the battle was far from over.