Countless experts felt their scalps go numb at the bold guess in their hearts. If those two undergoing Tribulation were truly them, then on this star realm, no power—not even the Four Great Academies—would dare look down on Rear Palace again.
Dan Tianxing's face turned grim. The Poison Queen stood only a short distance away, yet capturing her now felt like crossing ten thousand mountains. He even had to worry about Rear Palace coming for Dan Clan's revenge.
After all, Dan Clan had once hunted Liu Yuqing. With Lan An's "return every grudge" style—sooner or later, trouble would come.
"Wait—where's Lan An?" Dan Tianxing suddenly wondered aloud.
Logically, as Rear Palace Master, he should be present for something this major. The man loved stirring storms—his absence felt wrong.
Dan Tianxing's question echoed many others—especially from women like Tian Yedao, Hu Qingyu, Ya Xishen…
"Haha, Young Master Lan is in seclusion with the President. Next time he appears—he'll pop some eyeballs!" Thai Ling Laoren glanced at the crowd with deep meaning, smirking coldly.
"What?!"
Countless faces changed. That monster's talent—plus personal guidance from Wu Sanniang—even skipping a star-realm crisis for training… How terrifying would his next appearance be?
Young geniuses like Bai Xiaosheng, Ba Luc Giao Hoang, Wang Ying looked awful. Were they doomed to live forever under his shadow?
At that moment, space tore open. A cloaked, masked figure stepped out with two old men—movements perfectly silent, leisurely as if they owned the place.
"Hmph, finally here?" Niu Wuba snorted, glaring at the newcomers.
"Welcome, Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master and two Elders…" Tian Wanbao nodded in greeting.
Many jolted. Heavenly Secret Pavilion was mysterious—rarely showed faces. Not everyone recognised them. Hearing these three were top brass, curiosity surged…
Yet probing failed. An invisible strange force cloaked their bodies—impenetrable.
Soul Force…
"This morning heaven and earth changed, pink clouds appeared—an auspicious omen. We hastily divined: the star realm will gain two more Tribulation Realm experts. Hence our slight delay," the Pavilion Master said calmly to Tian Wanbao, then fell silent.
"What?!"
His words caused another mass shock. Though they saw two figures in the distant tribulation, no one dared be certain of success—failure or death was common.
Throughout history, countless failed Tribulations…
But now Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master confirmed both would succeed—a star-realm-shaking event!
Tribulation Realm experts could shake the star with one stomp. Two more?
"Who exactly are they? Could it really be…" Bai Wusheng couldn't hold back.
"Just watch. It won't be long…" one Heavenly Secret Elder stroked his beard, sage-like.
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Manhuang Realm – Arena of Might
The fight finally began. Over two hundred figures of all shapes stormed the stage. No host, no starting signal—only deafening crowd roars and the pressure of imminent death…
Instant chaos.
Undoubtedly, the two most eye-catching were the Giant Race and Giant Han Race contestants.
Han Wei was a feral beast. The moment he entered, he charged wildly, smashing opponents without restraint. Bell-sized eyes bloodthirsty and savage. The entire arena quaked under his presence.
His colossal body stomped—a Sixth-Turn cultivator pulped into meat paste. Four arms unleashed punches. Each stomp cracked the ground—terrifying.
Meanwhile, Ju A Man looked honest and simple, features upright yet slightly naive. Though gigantic, his personality remained youthful. His body even trembled at Han Wei's arrival…
But determination and battle intent burned fiercely in his eyes—as if some deep reason forced him onto this stage. He showed no mercy, hurling away anyone who approached.
"Heh heh, the good show's later. After I butcher these ants, I'll crush you before the despairing eyes of your Giant Race scum!" Han Wei laughed toward Ju A Man, voice shaking scalps numb.
Many fighters paled bloodless. If they knew a Giant Han genius was joining, they'd never have signed up—money reversed or not. Survive? Against Han Wei, even life was forfeit.
Even if you miraculously won, Giant Han Race would hunt you after. Their brutality was infamous. Giant Demon Race wouldn't intervene.
Han Wei's entry shattered balance. Many lost all will to fight.
Spectators didn't care—they roared in excitement. After learning Han Wei joined, eighty percent bet on him. Once-in-a-millennium money-making chance.
To most, Han Wei's victory was certain.
Lan An, still cloaked and hooded, silently assessed Han Wei and Ju A Man's strength. Even he was slightly surprised by Han Wei's entry—this quest wouldn't be smooth.
Ju A Man: Perfect Sixth-Turn. Though race declined, talent monstrous. But Han Wei was stronger—Early Seventh-Turn, plus innate Giant Han bull strength. Troublesome.
"Die!" A beast-hide warrior suddenly charged Lan An—Late Sixth-Turn, no mercy. Thousand-catty battle-axe swung down.
Eyes blood-red, reason nearly gone. This round is death anyway—drag a few nobodies to hell with me!
Too bad—he picked the wrong nobody.
Lan An glanced calmly. Great Heavy Sword appeared. Seemingly frail body swung upward—hard clash with the descending axe.
BOOM…
The beast-hide warrior's body shook. Arms holding the axe trembled violently. He clearly felt equal cultivation—why so strong?
No answer…
Lan An vanished—speed defying norms. Reappearing behind, Great Heavy Sword swept horizontally—smashing the man's back.
SPLURT…
Beast-hide tore. Organs ruptured. The man knelt, one last breath—combat ability gone.
Normal Spirit Cultivator would be dead. Body Cultivators had tougher life force—barely clinging.
Lan An ignored him, continuing to watch Han Wei. Weakness Sight activated. Against this giant, he'd need to show off a bit.
He wanted quiet observation—but others disagreed. Three more opponents charged murderously.
One even stomped the man Lan An crippled—then lunged at Lan An.
Lan An's eyes narrowed. Two Late Sixth-Turn, one Perfect…
No words. Adamantine Body activated. Muscles hardened, skin turned iron-black—defence monstrous.
"Playing mysterious? Die for this daddy!" A half-man half-bear rushed his face. Human body, bear arms—massive fists aimed at Lan An's head.
Too bad—Weakness Sight saw every flaw. Muscles exploded. Gentleman Demon Subduing Fist met bear arms…
Simultaneously, Great Heavy Sword blocked a sneak kick from behind.
"Haha, die!" Another attacked from the side—seeing Lan An busy front and back, laughing smugly…
BOOM…
His fist struck Lan An's flank—deafening clang. Face changed…
He felt like punching steel, not flesh. Terrifying.
After Body Cultivation advanced, Adamantine Body was unbreakable. Below Seventh-Turn without superior Body Arts—hard to harm Lan An.
BOOM BOOM…
The bear-armed man staggered from Lan An's Gentleman Demon Subduing Fist. He was the strongest of the three attackers…
Lan An locked on the bear-man's legs—brutally stomped Meteor Kick.
Bear-man panicked—could only counter with a kick…
"AAAAA!"
Scream echoed the arena. One bear-man leg shattered—pain piercing the heavens.
Weakness Sight revealed legs were his weakness—heavy upper body sacrificed leg mobility and defence. One Meteor Kick—crippled.
No chance to recover—another kick to the remaining leg. One man permanently disabled.
"So strong!" The other two paled, stomping ground to leap away—wanting retreat. Lan An could cripple Perfect Sixth-Turn—don't mention them.
Too bad—their jumping was worse than Man-Chickens. How to escape Lan An?
He leaped too. Great Heavy Sword spun—brutally smashing one's head.
"I'll take you with me! Iron Head Art!" Seeing no escape, the man roared ferociously. Bald head bulged with veins, scalp hardening like armour.
BOOM…
Great Heavy Sword struck—body slammed into ground, head dented but intact…
"Ram you to death!" He raged, leaping with terrifying force—head aimed straight at Lan An, truly wanting to gore him.
Lan An's face turned strange. No desire to prolong. Meteor Kick from mid-air—targeting the head.
CRACK…
Before this terrifying kick, Iron Head Art user's neck snapped. Head sank halfway into body—but the skull remained undamaged. No watermelon explosion as usual.
"Not bad Iron Head Art—hard head," Lan An remarked, foot slightly numb.
His eyes followed the last fleeing man—no intention to spare. Leaped in pursuit.
The man nearly pissed himself in fear. Suddenly—venom in his eyes. He charged straight toward Han Wei—hoping Lan An feared the Giant Han genius and stopped.
He thought nearing Han Wei was slightly dangerous, but Lan An would hesitate to chase.
Too bad—he underestimated his opponent's guts. Lan An chased regardless—determined to take his life.
"Damn it! If you want it—die together! This round was death anyway…" Seeing Lan An's madness, the man roared in hatred, voice venomous. He rushed beneath Han Wei's massive foot, screaming curses:
"Han Wei, I fuck your mother! I fuck the entire Giant Han Race! Watch me and my black-cloaked buddy corner you to death!"
Finished cursing, he looked at Lan An like a long-lost brother, leaped—spat a glob of saliva at Han Wei's enormous face.
SPLAT…
Saliva hit Han Wei's face. The entire arena fell dead silent—eyes bulging.
"Giggle, how fun!"
Wu San Niang on the spectator stands laughed until she shook. Lan An getting framed—extremely entertaining. The mutated Man-Chicken wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
"LOWLY REPTILES—WHO GAVE YOU DOG GUTS?!"
After a moment of shock, Han Wei's earth-shaking roar exploded. He reached out a massive arm—squeezing the insulter's body.
"Haha, Giant Han beast! This daddy fucked your mothers! My black-cloaked buddy is coming for your dog head!" The man laughed maniacally, wanting to spit more. He felt dying after insulting the noble Giant Han Race was heroic enough.
In rage, Han Wei's two huge hands twisted—like wringing a towel. Flesh mashed, bones shattered, blood dripped.
Dead beyond tragic…
But rage unsatisfied. Han Wei's eyes locked on the approaching black-cloaked figure—the insulter's "buddy". One brutal foot stomped down.
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