Heaven and earth fell silent; even the vast sky dimmed and lost its color.
Wind Blade and Frost Sword had long reached the Clear-Illumination Law-Gate stage; above that lay the Supreme Saint’s Supreme Law-Gate. Though Andrew Han had not yet attained the Supreme Law-Gate, his foundation in Super-Solid Inner Origin meant that his mastery of the Clear-Illumination Law-Gate was no weaker than the Supreme Law-Gate itself.
"Ten-Thousand Swords Flow On, One Blade Stands Eternal!"
Andrew Han lifted Ten-Thousand Swords with his left palm, wielding a world-piercing saber in his right hand that cut through the endless polar day. He stood unshaken, staring directly at the upper-class giant Demon—the Emerald Drake—whose power rivaled a Supreme Saint.
In the extreme cold of Antarctica, there was nothing but ice and snow.
Endless glaciers stretched to the horizon, snow-capped ridges undulated in sweeping curves, and the polar day cast daylight in all directions. The sky was dotted with fish-scale clouds, making everything seem pristine and pure.
But the bloodshed had stained it red.
Yet Andrew Han, wreathed in cyan light, thundered across the pristine Antarctic. The heavy, profound nature of his Super-Solid Inner Origin was unleashed to its fullest, vast and boundless.
Andrew Han spread his arms, like a god descending to earth: "So what if you are an upper-class giant Demon?"
His Super-Solid Inner Origin never ceased to grow, moment by moment.
In just three short months, Andrew Han had nearly reached the level of a Supreme.
Sensing all this, the Emerald Drake’s murderous rage only deepened. Its tail crashed down from the heavens—a force that could split even the vast ocean and raise waves to the sky.
Even—
The frigid Antarctic air itself began to burn!
Faced with this terrifying pressure, Andrew Han’s expression grew solemn. He brought his palms together and traced a sweeping arc above, merging Ten-Thousand Swords and One Blade into a single strike.
In that instant—
Countless sword-lights surged together, fusing into a river of sword energy that pierced the void in a brilliant, unstoppable flow.
In that instant—
A colossal, crystal-like saber shattered the sky, lifting glaciers and snowfields in its wake—almost dividing heaven and earth.
"Kill!"
Sword-light and sword-radiance exploded with Inner Origin, while the blade that pierced the sky nearly split the world in two.
The sword-river surged forth, countless blades rising in harmony. This fusion of blade and sword, as if severing the ages, swept toward the Emerald Drake—its body shining pure as jade—like a galaxy suspended in the heavens.
It was well known that the upper-class elite among Netherfiends and giant Demons were comparable to Supreme Saints of the Law Realm.
Pure physical force could no longer measure the strength of such beings. Their power and mass far exceeded normal limits— even the density of diamond paled before the Emerald Drake’s horn, which was at least ten times denser.
In a flash of lightning and fire, the world turned upside down.
The Emerald Drake reared its savage head and, in a sudden burst, became a falling meteor—crashing straight through the sword-river forged by Ten-Thousand Swords.
Sword-light and sword-radiance could not stop it at all!
It almost shattered everything!
"What do you think you are?" The Emerald Drake laughed wildly, its emerald eyes gleaming with utter contempt, looking at Andrew Han as if he were an ant.
Its thoughts were exactly as it expressed.
Only when facing ghosts could Andrew Han sweep the world with an invincible stance!
But against giant Demons like these, he was powerless. Like a scholar with only theories—good for debate, but lacking real weapons.
The next moment—
A crisp, chilling saber cry rang out across the icy mountains and snowy fields.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
A relentless barrage of explosions followed. The Reincarnation Saber locked onto the Emerald Drake’s horn, clashing at high frequency and throwing off countless sparks and lightning; the surrounding air smoked black.
What’s most terrifying is when the air suddenly falls silent.
The Emerald Drake’s wild arrogance abruptly ceased.
It never expected Andrew Han’s martial might to be as grand and unyielding as a mountain, impossible to resist. Had it not relied on its momentum from above, it would have been wounded by that saber strike.
"Slash! Slash! Slash!"
Andrew Han’s eyes flashed; the spectacle of Ten-Thousand Swords vanished behind him, replaced by colossal sabers—crystal blades swirling around him in every direction.
He brought his palms together, and light was born between them.
Brilliant crystal light tore through the polar day, extending from his palms. The frigid air roared and surged—at the heart of countless worlds, towering flawless sabers rose a thousand meters high, erupting out of nothing as glass-like crystal giants.
It was as if he were writing his bold ambition in the sky, pouring out all his passion and blood.
The endless snow and Antarctic glaciers—five giant sabers burst from the earth, swelling in the wind. A thousand meters was no limit; they stretched over two thousand meters, striking fiercely at the Emerald Drake.
"Kill you, then slaughter the Netherfiends!"
Andrew Han soared into the clouds, charging at the Emerald Drake with five giant sabers.
The saber’s radiant edge split the high-altitude white clouds, freezing the Antarctic in time. Following a straight, simple trajectory, in an instant, the sabers shredded the Emerald Drake.
The Emerald Drake’s senses were overwhelmed by absolute brilliance.
Green.
It became the only color.
The Drake roared in fury: "Damn you!!!"
It realized the interference of the Reincarnation Saber’s intent, twisting its monstrous body to dodge. Yet it could only evade two of the giant saber strikes—the other three crashed down.
Roar!!!
Its monstrous body convulsed in agony, nearly severed.
Brandishing crystal sabers forged from Antarctic ice and snow, Andrew Han split the very air, yet even these could not sever the Emerald Drake’s colossal body. His killing intent only grew fiercer.
To slay an upper-class giant Demon is a daunting task—even Supreme Saints have no absolute confidence.
"Die!"
Andrew Han’s body shot like a cannonball through the frozen world, toppling the giant Demon’s monstrous form.
At that moment—
The Emerald Drake regained clarity—its emerald eyes bleeding, gravely wounded. Furious, it opened its bloody maw, biting so hard the air itself exploded.
The frigid air vanished!
It spat out a breath of ghostly dragon light!
Mockery turned savage—within moments, the battle became a desperate fight to the death: trading wounds for wounds, blood for blood, the brutal tension overwhelming.
Meanwhile—
Across Antarctica, a world of ice and snow—blood splattered the snowy peaks, staining the pristine white, so glaring and heart-wrenching, the radiance scattered, the might in chaos.
Every Law Realm fighter was battling desperately.
In this frozen Antarctic, burning blood and boundless ambition stretched across heaven and earth.
Life and death!
Either they die, or we perish. Supreme Gifted Arthur Rook erupted in thunder—lightning radiance should have illuminated a hundred kilometers, yet was surrounded on all sides by Netherfiends.
"Heh heh."
"Arthur Rook, your time is up."
A tide of high-tier Netherfiends surged like an evil wave, nearly engulfing Arthur Rook—only scattered lightning rays struggled to break free.
And those eyes, blazing with resolve to die.
He—
Was the Supreme Gifted, number one of the Gifted World!
Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble!
Thunder raged madly, roaring hysterically—like a dam bursting, so terrifying that even fiends crawling from the abyss paled before it.
"Everyone—"
"Humanity has no escape—there’s no retreat!" Arthur Rook destroyed his Gifted Power foundation, unleashing even greater strength.
......
Boom boom boom!
The carnage was indescribable—even satellite footage seemed frozen.
Law Realm fighters unleashed every ounce of Internal Origin, fighting until heaven and earth were shrouded—Antarctica’s perpetual daylight dimmed.
"Demons must die, Specters must be annihilated!" Venerable Thundercrest of Exquisite Heart Sect stepped forward, his eyes glowing with blood-like violet light, slaying giant fiends in midair.
As long as they lived.
As long as breath remained, they swore to fight across Antarctica to the death.
Not far away—
A white-haired man from Sinovera’s far north, who had drunk strong wine before battle, was wrapped in flowing water—the blood-fierce aura of rivers surging for thousands of miles filled the world.
It was as if he wandered between life and death.
His gaze brimmed with longing for life and calm acceptance of death—perhaps dying in battle was his destiny.
Erupt! Erupt!
Madness! Madness!
In that moment, his white hair streamed in the air, embodying years of profound loneliness—the whole world seemed strange, leaving him utterly alone.
His white hair fractured, as if silently weeping.
"Father."
"Your son has trained to the peak—I have not failed your upbringing. If you know in the afterlife, see me bring honor to our name, see me trade my life for humanity’s survival!" The white-haired man lifted his head, white hair flying, a blood-red tear sliding from his eye.
Who wishes to die? No one does.
May humanity endure in this life—and if there is another.
Netherfiend giants closed in, shrinking the encirclement—three Netherfiends and two giant fiends lunged at the white-haired man.