At Unity Mastery, Southern Thousand‑Mile March shrouded Andrew Han in a spectacle that warped air and sent clouds swirling—a scene as if he carried the majesty of nature itself, vast and overwhelming, immense and solemn.
Such a phenomenon is the mark of Unity Mastery!
Tracing back to ancient Sinovera, the insights of Unity Mastery were also known as heaven–man resonance, able to draw upon the power of heaven and earth.
Boom!
Where the raging figure dashed past, the frozen ground below split open into a deep trench, earth and stones thrown into chaos, scattered everywhere—a force that crushed all before it.
“Unity Mastery?”
“Peerless, lower-tier Martial General?”
The blood-red giant bull Demon let out a thunderous, mocking roar, lowering its horns for a charge, utterly unconcerned with whatever force Andrew Han might wield.
It knew only one thing.
Only a peak Peerless Martial General could block it!
Bang!!
Andrew Han’s blood-red right fist finally landed, crashing into the horn.
The Demon bull’s violet eyes froze for an instant, as its diamond-hard horn emitted a faint, almost inaudible crack—two or three fractures appeared.
Broken?
My horn—broken by a lower-tier Martial General?
Yet—
Andrew Han paid no heed to its astonishment.
Those clear, black-and-white eyes brimmed with burning tears. As a Peerless Prodigy, he was not supposed to cry—but when emotions run deep, why suppress them?
Yes, I cried.
So now, I’ll make you bleed—I’ll make you die.