Ask yourself: has anyone ever witnessed a titled Martial Lord unleashing their full power?
No one has.
Neither the solemn-faced elders nor the panic-stricken disciples had ever seen the true, majestic might of a titled Martial Lord.
But today, they saw it with their own eyes.
"Andrew Han!"
Cen Dongsheng's cold face flushed with anger, his fury surging uncontrollably. As a titled Martial Lord, arguing with Andrew Han was beneath his dignity.
On top of that, during the Martial Student Ranking Battle, he was nearly killed on the spot by Miles Ning... If not for a sudden inspiration, shouting Green Mountain Sect's supreme slogan, he would have been buried long ago.
But Andrew Han's words had completely enraged him.
"Arrogant!"
"This is Iron Sun Sect—how dare you run wild here?" Cen Dongsheng finally erupted in anger, standing in the sky like a cold river, glaring icily at Andrew Han.
Old grudges and new hatreds only fueled his inner rage.
The gates of Iron Sun Sect will not tolerate your insolence!
"Andrew Han."
You are a Peerless Paragon, a prodigy of Sinovera, and you have Miles Ning supporting you. But perhaps you've forgotten—you are still just a Martial General! Do you not understand the order of rank and status?" Cen Dongsheng stood with his hands behind his back, his rebuke thunderous.
With those words spoken—
He suddenly struck out with his right palm, gathering layer upon layer of earth-yellow light, brimming with immense force, like a millstone of life and death crashing down on the cliff.
He fused his own power with the forces of heaven and earth!
He used Internal Power to commune with the rhythms of nature!
Even if it meant destroying the cliff and angering Miles Ning, he was determined to teach Andrew Han a lesson.
"Hmph!"
"Since you don't understand, let me teach you!"
Cen Dongsheng's cold shout echoed in all directions, even shaking the clouds above, spreading far and wide. The power of a titled Martial Lord swept across the sky, pressing down on Andrew Han.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A twenty-meter-wide earth-yellow millstone, its interior shimmering with light, spun with Internal Power, evolving into a wondrous spectacle that left all present in awe.
"This is the power of a titled Martial Lord!"
"I've always heard that fusing with the power of heaven and earth lets you channel Internal Power through the clouds. I never believed it—until now. The sect master’s palm strike is almost like an immortal casting a spell." A Martial General disciple sighed in amazement.
Off to the side—
"That's not all." A Martial General elder, more experienced, trembled all over: "A titled Martial Lord is no ordinary person—breaking through wind and waves is nothing to them. They can even soar a thousand meters high, a being beyond our imagination."
Only now did they truly understand the fantastical martial power of Sect Master Cen.
Such a spectacle—
It utterly defied scientific explanation.
Yet faced with this crushing millstone palm technique, Andrew Han’s expression did not change. His shallow-blue figure rose like thunder, standing atop the cliff, unleashing the Cascade of Three Thousand Streams.
Back when he reached Fusion Mastery, he could wield it at will—let alone now, at Unity Mastery.
Swish, swish!
Andrew Han raised both palms high and suddenly clenched them.
He gathered the surrounding air into his palms, drawing in the airflow within a hundred meters. He too conjured a wild storm—wind swirling in his grasp, dust circling his body, finally forming the orderly Cascade of Three Thousand Streams.
Everyone was stunned.
In their eyes, Andrew Han had conjured a mass of surging dark clouds, making the mountain winds howl and leaving the crowd nearly breathless.
"Cen Dongsheng."
"You want to teach me about rank and status? But you’re not qualified!"
With his palms wielding the Cascade of Three Thousand Streams, Andrew Han calmly faced the earth-yellow millstone. At that instant, a mysterious and terrifying clash erupted—air churned like cotton, and the shockwaves rolled in endless waves.
It was as if raging winds collided with the earth itself.
Even this initial probing sent thunderous explosions through the clouds above, the echoes never ceasing, shaking the entire mountain forest and highlighting the power of the collision.
Rip!
The wind flow began to weaken, and the earth-yellow millstone continued to press downward.
"With my Internal Power, I manifest a wind blade!" Andrew Han murmured, his left palm suddenly clenching, conjuring a long blade made of pure airflow.
It stood nearly ten meters tall, upright before him.
The wind blade quivered, howling within.
"Slash!"
Andrew Han gripped the blade and slashed upward.
This invisible, colorless long blade, released from his hand, thundered like lightning and shot forth like a blazing shell, instantly cleaving toward the earth-yellow millstone.
Rip!!
It was like a needle piercing rice paper.
The terrifying wind blade pierced directly through the spinning millstone of Internal Power, splitting it in two and continuing on toward Cen Dongsheng.
"Hm?"
"How can this be?" A trace of astonishment appeared on Cen Dongsheng's face. For a mere Martial General—even a Peerless Paragon—this power was not supposed to be possible.
But he did not dwell on it.
He pushed his left palm forward.
As the light of Internal Power spread, Cen Dongsheng crushed the wind blade with his five fingers, then, as if closing with the weight of a million tons, quieted the clouds and silenced the sect, forming a ten-meter-long earth-yellow giant pillar.
His Internal Power continued to surge, vast and unmatched.
Each time his five fingers closed, the giant pillar grew larger.
This endless earth-yellow light pillar—something seen only in movie special effects—now appeared before countless reverent eyes.
"What is that?"
"Is this the true essence of a Martial Lord’s Internal Power, made tangible and wielded like this?"
Everyone in the sect—elders and disciples alike—stood dumbstruck, their minds blank, staring at Cen Dongsheng towering in the sky.
No one could imagine it.
Such martial power could rival the legendary immortal arts of ancient Sinovera—capable of destroying cities and nations, far beyond ordinary strength.
"Andrew Han is finished."
"A Peerless Paragon like him, gifted with both legend and greatness, will lose today. The outcome rests entirely on Sect Master Cen's mercy." A Martial General elder sighed inwardly—not because he doubted Andrew Han, but because he truly believed—
Andrew Han simply couldn't stand up to this.
"That's right."
"Faced with such miraculous martial arts, even if he stands above all others in Sinovera, he can't possibly endure." Some disciples discussed among themselves, shaking their heads and sighing.
Meanwhile—
Romer Luo, collapsed before the sect gates, gazed up at the earth-yellow pillar in Cen Dongsheng’s palm, stretching some fifty meters. If it could stand upright on the ground, it would rival a twenty-story building.
How fantastical!
How absurd!
"Heh, Sect Master Cen Dongsheng's power is beyond your imagination." Romer Luo muttered darkly, his face twisted with resentment.
"So what if you’re a Peerless Paragon, Andrew Han?"
"You’re still young, your edge untempered. You have parents, a beloved—let’s see if you can protect them all. I refuse to believe you’ll always keep them safe. Someday you’ll regret what you’ve done today."
Just wait!
Just you wait!
Romer Luo lay collapsed before the sect gates, his malice boiling over like scalding water, his gaze full of venom.
He had struggled at the boundary for seven years, his mind slightly twisted. Even if Andrew Han could hear his muttering, Romer Luo didn’t care—as long as he kept track of Andrew Han’s movements and stayed deep within Iron Sun Sect, Andrew Han could do nothing to him.
That’s right.
He simply had to vent his resentment and curses.
Even Cen Dongsheng, standing high above, felt a chill when he heard Romer Luo’s muttering below. His gaze trembled, his palm gripping the earth-yellow pillar tightly, then decisively smashed it toward Andrew Han.
Boom!
The earth-yellow giant pillar crashed down on the cliff.
He wanted to teach Andrew Han a lesson, but not to create a deadly feud. Knowing Andrew Han’s temperament, Cen Dongsheng couldn’t let him hear Romer Luo’s muttering—otherwise, Andrew Han would go berserk and bear a grudge against Iron Sun Sect.
Besides, Cen Dongsheng had other thoughts.
He himself had grievances against Andrew Han, so he let Martial Lord elder Romer Luo act as he pleased. Even if Andrew Han’s loved ones were killed, it would have nothing to do with Cen Dongsheng.
Boom!
The earth-yellow giant pillar continued crashing down.
Everyone’s gaze focused on the cliff, waiting for the outcome. Only a few worried about the unconscious boy, Wang Chong.
Boom!
The fifty-meter earth-yellow pillar finally crashed down—one end gripped in Cen Dongsheng’s left palm, the other landing on the cliff.
But in the silence, something terrifying emerged.
Boom!!!
Andrew Han's cold face suddenly turned expressionless and terrifying. He raised his left palm and effortlessly caught the mysterious pillar of Internal Power.
"Mm."