The warrior who had met fists with Bai Muchen suddenly paled, his arm shattering to pieces as he was sent flying back.
The battlefield was drenched in dust and Qi residue, the air thick with tension as Bai Muchen stepped forward, towering over the remaining warriors like an unshakable titan. His every footstep cracked the stone ground beneath him, the weight of his Titanblood Physique now fully awakened.
The battlefield fell silent.
The warriors of other factions instinctively took a step back, their bodies screaming at them to flee.
Bai Muchen's golden eyes swept across them, his smirk razor-sharp. "Come on then." His deep voice echoed across the war-torn landscape. "Who's next?"
BOOOOOM!
A dozen figures surged forward at once.
Lightning, fire, and sword Qi erupted from all directions, converging on Bai Muchen in an attempt to overwhelm him before he could fully rampage.
But he didn't dodge.
He planted his feet, bracing himself as the attacks crashed into him. The ground beneath him trembled, dust and debris exploding outward—yet, as the smoke cleared…
He was still standing.
His Titanblood Physique absorbed the force, his skin hardening like divine steel. He rolled his shoulders, shaking off the damage like it was nothing.
Then—he attacked.
BOOOOOOM!
Bai Muchen exploded forward, his fist colliding with the chest of the nearest warrior. The impact sent the man flying across the battlefield, crashing into the stone wall like a ragdoll.
Another warrior tried to cut him down with a blade of wind—Bai Muchen caught the sword with his bare hand, snapped it in two, and drove his knee into the attacker's gut.
"FUCK!" one of the warriors from the Silver Moon Pavilion cursed. "He's a fucking monster!"
A trio of cultivators tried to flank him from behind.
Bai Muchen sensed it instantly.
He spun—his massive arms sweeping across like a storm.
CRACK!
Two of them were blown away like twigs caught in a hurricane.
The third managed to parry—only for Bai Muchen's foot to slam into his ribs, lifting him off the ground and sending him skidding back.
Blood splattered the battlefield.
The number of warriors standing had already been halved.
But the battlefield was adapting.
The remaining fighters, though terrified, were no fools.
Every faction was currently down to their last couple fighters, and they were all geniuses.
They saw the exhaustion setting in.
Bai Muchen was **winning—**but the constant barrage of attacks was slowly wearing him down.
His breathing grew heavier. His movements, while still monstrous, were a fraction slower.
A voice rang out. "NOW!"
Seven warriors rushed him at once.
Flames roared toward him.
Spears of condensed water Qi shot from the sky.
A golden sword light pierced through the dust, aimed straight at his back.
Bai Muchen roared.
His entire body began to expand, his aura rising to its peak. His Titan's Ascension fully activated, his form swelling with divine energy.
His muscles rippled like steel, and he resembled a small giant.
His punches raged on, meeting the attacks of multiple fighters at once, knocking them all back.
As the battle continued, he was slowly being worn out.
Bai Muchen stood, panting in the middle of the arena surrounded.
"You motherfuckers asked for it!"
BOOOOOM!
With one final surge of power, Bai Muchen slammed his fists into the ground—a shockwave erupted outward, blasting all his attackers away. All of them coughed up blood and their eyes went wide in shock.
The battlefield shook violently.
But…
The moment his feet steadied—a silver spear pierced through the air.
Bai Muchen turned—but too late.
CRACK!
The spear slammed into his shoulder, his already-exhausted body unable to fully withstand the attack. His vision blurred for a second.
Another figure rushed forward—a final strike aimed at his chest.
Bai Muchen tried to counter, but his body finally reached its limit.
BOOOOOOOM!
His massive frame crashed into the ground, shaking the battlefield one last time.
The Titan had fallen.
Silence.
For a moment, no one moved.
The battlefield, once filled with chaos, was now eerily quiet.
Bai Muchen, the undefeated titan of the Sundering Legion, lay on his back, gasping for breath.
But even in defeat—he grinned.
"Hah… not bad," he muttered, his voice thick with exhaustion.
The remaining warriors staggered, many of them barely able to stand after the onslaught he had unleashed.
A shadow loomed over them.
A sword hummed.
And a voice—calm, steady, and impossibly sharp—cut through the silence.
"…I believe it's my turn."
Qin Tian stepped onto the battlefield.
The remaining warriors felt a chill crawl down their spines.
Qin Tian wasn't like Bai Muchen.
He didn't need to roar. He didn't need to make a grand entrance.
He simply existed—and that alone sent a wave of unease through the battlefield.
The last warriors turned to face him, knowing that this was the next mountain they had to climb.
Qin Tian exhaled slowly. His hand moved to his sword.
A calm hum vibrated across the battlefield.
Jiang Chen smirked from the sidelines.
"Well then… let's see what you can do."