If you cannot prove it, you die.
...
Starlight-tier Anya Sun was stunned, completely bewildered.
Standing before her was Andrew Han, from the legendary Chenriver Palace.
He appeared gentle and calm, but when he unleashed his power, it was as if the heavens and earth collapsed—a force like a starry sky demon breaking every shackle, beyond argument or dispute.
Simple. Direct!
In an instant, he erupted—overwhelming, unstoppable—seizing Lu Yang!
"But why?"
"Lord Andrew actually suspects Grandpa Lu is the embodiment of White Nightmare." Anya Sun furrowed her willow brows, eyes flickering with incredulous doubt. She bit her red lip but ultimately didn’t speak.
As one of Dreamvale’s four cultivation prodigies, she possessed stunning beauty and elegant bearing—already recognized among the famed Three Hundred Dreamvale Beauties.
Her admirers numbered at least in the thousands.
She had seen countless peers her age—some good, some bad, all with their own unique qualities. Among them were many who were cold, proud, or exceptionally domineering.
However.
None could compare to the green-robed Andrew Han.
"Fourth-Order Starlight, huh." Anya Sun's white teeth gleamed against her crimson lipstick. "Lord Andrew must have discovered something."
Those who advanced to the Starlight-tier generally possessed keen minds.
Thinking carefully, Andrew Han came from Chenriver Palace and had never met Lu Yang before—there was simply no reason for him to show killing intent at their first meeting.
After all, there was neither enmity nor any conflict of interest between them.
Much like Anya Sun, the other three young Starlight cultivators were equally shocked and suspicious. After a moment's hesitation, they wisely chose to stand aside... They knew they were no match for him anyway.
However.
Different identities and statuses lead to entirely different decisions.
Previously, on Dreamvale Administrative Star, Lu Yang was the strongest. Now, the strongest is Mira Yu.
Mira Yu acknowledged Andrew Han and was willing to try to understand his actions, but that did not mean Andrew could act unilaterally... So she frowned and watched in silence.
The brown-haired elder, Lu Yang, fell silent.
No sound remained between heaven and earth. Blazing white sunlight poured through Dreamvale’s emerald atmosphere, bathing everything in warmth—but as Andrew Han’s overwhelming aura spread, even the blue sky seemed to dim.
"Prove it."
Golden-red light flickered in Andrew Han’s eyes.
So regal, so dazzling—an unparalleled Soul-Will radiance that allowed Andrew Han to sense something strange within Lu Yang.
He was absolutely certain.
Of course.
Even if he wasn’t certain, it didn’t matter—he would simply kill him.
"How do you want me to prove it?" Lu Yang coughed. "I fought White Nightmare in a fierce battle—many witnessed it, and there is a real recording. Isn’t that enough proof?"
Andrew Han shook his head. "Not enough—because I don’t believe it."
His crystalline left palm still gripped Lu Yang’s head, as if holding a plastic toy that could be crushed with ease.
Cyan light flashed.
Murderous intent thickened, little by little.
Lu Yang appeared flustered and angry, glaring at Andrew Han as he demanded, "Then how should I prove it? Or what proof do you want—what would convince you?"
"That’s your problem," Andrew Han replied coolly.
Emerald sunlight illuminated Lu Yang’s frozen face.
Lu Yang stood atop the Dreamvale Administrative Hall’s dome. Below him was a vast semicircular crystal structure, its countless facets refracting warm sunlight and gleaming brilliantly—a display of advanced technology.
More and more administrative personnel looked up in confusion, gazing toward this place.
They did not know Andrew Han, but they recognized Lu Yang.
The jurisdiction of Dreamvale Administrative Star spanned over a thousand planetary systems—truly vast. Yet Lu Yang, known as the strongest, was already famous; nearly every citizen above the rank of commoner knew his name.
"Dreamvale Administrative Star’s strongest!"
"What’s happening with Lord Lu Yang? Is he facing off against that green-robed stranger?"
Whispers filled the air; everyone was at a loss.
Meanwhile, atop the ten-thousand-meter-high dome, the breeze stirred Lu Yang’s brown hair. His face showed both anger and a helpless desolation.
Lu Yang opened his mouth, his expression a mix of anger and powerless loneliness.
"If you don’t believe me in your heart, what can I do?"
Lu Yang took a deep, rough breath; his brown hair drifted in the air, giving him a tragic air.
To the side.
Mira Yu sighed, finally unable to hold back. "Lord Andrew, that’s enough. Even if Lu Yang really has issues, we must verify them slowly."
She felt helpless—she truly didn’t want to offend Andrew Han, but had no choice.
At this moment, she spoke up only to defend her own authority.
Seizing the opportunity, Lu Yang let out a cold snort: "A Starlight-tier can be killed but not humiliated. Andrew Han, just kill me—I absolutely will not provide such proof..."
Andrew Han smiled. "Very well."
After all the storms and trials, he was no longer the naive youth he once was.
What?
Lu Yang’s expression changed drastically.
Andrew Han’s voice was cold: "I will find you."
Cyan Starlight burst forth, instantly transforming into a massive grinding disk that suppressed all of Lu Yang’s attempts to escape.
Bang!
His five fingers closed and twisted violently—he snapped Lu Yang’s neck on the spot.
"Ah!"
Led by Anya Sun, the four young Starlight cultivators—including Mira Yu, who had tried to intervene—all changed color, crying out in shock.
It wasn’t anger or grief, but a shock beyond words!
There was no Starlight within Lu Yang’s body!
Normally.
When a Starlight-tier life falls, Starlight is always released.
Now, the truth was self-evident... Mira Yu was stunned; even her iron will nearly collapsed, a chill spreading from her heart throughout her body.
White Nightmare!
The Lu Yang before them was truly White Nightmare!
"Impossible!"
Mira Yu stepped forward, hesitating. "I clearly saw Lu Yang battle White Nightmare for a long time, and all this time he was carefully nursing his injuries."
Could it be that the real Lu Yang died in that fierce battle?
All these days, Lu Yang had been dead—replaced and left at everyone’s side!
Even reaching this conclusion, Mira Yu felt a bone-chilling horror; her hair stood on end. The four young Starlight cultivators were even more terrified!
"By the stars above!"
Anya Sun’s vision went black; her delicate body went limp, nearly collapsing into Andrew Han’s arms in search of comfort.
She often supported Lu Yang by the arm.
But she never could have imagined—the person she supported was never human!
Moreover, in this dark starfield, terrifying legends abounded—White Nightmare’s horror seeped into people’s hearts. Coupled with this sudden upheaval, Anya Sun was so frightened her teeth chattered; she no longer cared about her image.
"Sigh."
Mira Yu sighed.
She gently patted Anya Sun’s smooth back, trembling almost convulsively. Mira grew even more silent, instinctively looking to Andrew Han, as if awaiting his orders.
After witnessing that scene just now.
All five Starlight-tier cultivators, including Mira Yu, were now completely convinced by Andrew Han!
Next, tearful Anya Sun asked, her voice trembling: "Lord Andrew, what should we do now?"
Sunlight poured down, the breeze carried fragrance.
"Hmm..." Andrew Han mused, then turned to the panicked crowd. "I’m hungry... What good food do you have here? Any recommendations?"