A crystalline hand rises from beneath the palace, seizing the entire structure in its palm. Supported in its grasp, five pillar-like fingers slowly close in, sealing off all space within and without. In the blink of an eye, terrifying pressure descends.
An omnipresent oppression permeates body, mind, and soul.
The figure in the Green Mountain Robe turns faintly, robes drifting.
"Who are you!"
"Who are you? What is your identity?"
Cries of alarm erupt from those seated inside the palace—first terror and panic, then humiliation and rage. Eyes flash with killing intent, all fixed on the Green Mountain Robe figure: "A mere Fifth-Stage Void Rift dares sneak into our Sealrise Sect? Such arrogance—utterly lawless!"
After a brief panic, they regain some composure, clearly sensing Andrew Han’s current realm. Anger flares—how could Sealrise Sect tolerate such insolence from a Void Rift cultivator?
Moments earlier, someone instinctively tried to flee the palace, only to be inexplicably bounced back. Now, face flushed with shame, they cannot utter a word.
Void Rift—nothing more than that.
Sealrise Sect boasts more than ten Cosmos Union Tier experts! Not to mention the number of Cosmos Union cultivators, there are over thirty core elders at Fifth-Stage Void Rift alone.
With so many powerhouses gathered here, they feel no fear.
But—
Apart from those whose reason is consumed by anger, some core elders have already guessed Andrew Han’s identity—judging by his tone, expression, and the subtle, flawless force of his presence.
Gulp.
A core elder swallows hard, pupils contracting.
"This is bad."
Other core elders realize the immense danger: even the sect master failed to sense Andrew Han’s approach. Does this mean Andrew’s true battle power matches the sect master’s?
A Fifth-Stage Void Rift, rivaling a Fifth-Stage Cosmos Union cultivator?
He cannot believe it. Locking eyes with another core elder across the hall, they exchange glances, then abruptly retreat to the palace’s inner wall, bursting through in a bid to escape Sealrise Sect’s core planet.
In an instant, the entire hall is shaken to its core.
How did it come to this? The palace, meant to be solemn and dignified, is now filled with shock and bewilderment.
"Why are Arkaway and Kuenke running?"
"Disrupting order—they must be charged and await the sect master’s judgment!"
"Arkaway, Kuenke, you two are core elders at Void Rift peak, yet you panic and flee from an unknown intruder. You’re unworthy of your seats as core elders."
Cold gazes fall upon them—some scornful, some filled with contempt and disdain.
"Fools!" Arkaway and Kuenke curse inwardly. "You have no idea who this person truly is. If we don’t escape now, are we supposed to wait for Andrew Han to catch us all in one net? Fortunately, the sect master is holding the rear, buying us time…"
"And yet you still have time to accuse us."
"So eager to seize power, even stripping us of our elder seats? Who cares about those seats—survival matters more than anything."
Both know how terrifying Andrew Han is, and hurriedly break through the palace walls, trying to escape.
Outside the palace, a rising gold-red giant palm forms a world-sized cage. Its five fingers are like pillars holding up the sealed space, cradling the core palace—no one can escape.
From afar, it looks as if the hand is supporting heaven and earth.
Boom! Boom! The two elders crash headlong into the crystalline fingers, both grunting in pain as they tumble back into the palace.
Everyone is shocked and horrified. However much they might scorn Arkaway and Kuenke, the two core elders’ realm and strength are undeniable.
"Spare us!!"
Arkaway, Void Rift Fifth-Stage, cries out in despair.
"Inspector Envoy, spare us!"
Kuenke, also Fifth-Stage Void Rift, hurriedly begs for mercy.
The Green Mountain Robe figure turns, flicks his finger, and speaks coldly: "The slave cargo boxes you use on Sealrise Sect’s outer planet slaves are exquisitely made—each box packed with ten thousand people, shipped beyond the Mory Star Sector to be sold to other races. Do you recognize your crime?"
Only now do those inside the palace finally grasp what’s happening.
Like lightning splitting the night, or thunder erupting in a silent hall, Andrew Han—the Inspector Envoy—has arrived at Sealrise Sect, investigating both outer and inner planets. He must already know about their collusion with Huaji Sect to traffic humans.
Boom!
Andrew Han throws a punch in midair, blasting apart the two kneeling, pleading Sealrise Sect core elders.
The rain of blood and light, the abrupt severing of life—everyone present is chilled to the bone, faces drained of color. Now there’s no doubt: Andrew Han is the Inspector Envoy who descended upon the Mory Star Sector, a Human Heaven-King from Archaic Hall!
Andrew Han investigates every corner of Sealrise Sect, his icy gaze sweeping across the hall. He witnesses countless shocking scenes.
Outer disciples, apprentice slaves—all treated as resources, packed and sold off beyond the star sector to satisfy the twisted desires of other races.
The exact destinations remain unknown for now, but the evidence of their crimes is irrefutable.
"Die."
Andrew Han bows his head, expression unreadable, and casually flicks his finger through the air. Infinite power distorts space, forming ripples that become a rainbow beam, piercing through sun and moon—annihilating nine Void Rift peak core elders as they try to flee.
In the blink of an eye, they’re reduced to dust—none of them are worth mourning.
Sealrise Sect’s core elders—eleven dead!
"Sigh."
The child-faced elder seated at the head lets out a gentle sigh.
As the sect master rises, the remaining crowd sees hope and widens their eyes. No matter what, they believe Andrew Han can’t possibly defeat the sect master in a single move.
Yet…
His features wither, eyes dim, voice hoarse—the Sealrise Sect master bows to Andrew Han and pleads: "We meant no harm. Selling our kin was a last resort. Without cultivation resources, how could our elders and disciples continue their practice? Besides, we sold less than ten billion people; surely that’s not a true crime?"
The child-faced, brown-haired sect master knows the Inspector Envoy is impossible to resist.
Even if he drives Andrew Han back, he can’t escape what comes next.
No matter how strong he is, it’s useless.
Even if he could defeat Andrew Han, could he overcome the Law-Enforcement Pavilion? Could he surpass Archaic Hall? From the moment Andrew appeared, the child-faced elder knew the outcome was set.
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