"How is this possible?"
Andrew Han’s hidden Soul‑Will actually has so many Consciousness Nodes? One thousand, two thousand—just how many Consciousness Nodes does he possess???
Countless questions surged up from within, flooding the mind.
Sen, long hailed as invincible, nearly had his head shattered by a single slap from Andrew Han. Cracks spread across his forehead and neck, energy leaking out, but no matter how severe the wounds, they could not compare to the utter collapse within his heart.
Sen had never imagined this—never!
The Earthling Andrew Han, whom he had seen as doomed, pitiful, weak, and helpless, suddenly broke free from his cage, shattered his shackles, and revealed inconceivable Soul‑Will power, as if in an instant he had become a star‑demon roaming the cosmos!
The killing field reversed! Heaven and earth went dark!
Time and space slowed! Every breath suffocated!
Sen tried to discern the number of Consciousness Nodes Andrew Han possessed, but he could not see clearly.
Dazzling visions were secondary; the key was that Andrew Han unleashed a Soul‑Will secret art, compressing all heaven and earth into a single beam of gold‑red starlight that struck directly before him.
A terrifying killing strike descended!
Fourfold Creation Light Soul‑Will—what an overwhelming force!
A fearsome blow, forged from the Mo‑Tai Transmission Art All Life Withers Away, nearly tore through the light itself. It gave the sensation of piercing sun, moon, and stars at blinding speed, like a god‑bridge spanning the cosmos to the land of death.
Shrrrak!
The gold‑red starlight pierced through Sen’s body, shattering his chest and leaving a gaping hole.
A torrent of pink blood gushed forth; Sen was gravely wounded on the spot, staggering and on the verge of collapse. His invincible aura was utterly weakened in that instant.
"Splat."
Blood spilled from Sen’s lips as he staggered backward.
Stumbling, Sen saw Andrew Han lift his gaze again—gold and red flared once more, and Sen’s heart went cold.
At least, in Sen’s eyes.
No retreat! No escape! All that remains is to await death!
Those once-proud, aloof eyes, now filled with gold-red starlight, seemed to fall into a resplendent palace. Sen’s domineering posture crumbled on the spot, his invincible heart collapsing in an instant—he felt an unparalleled killing intent about to erase him to dust.
"Andrew Han."
Sen lifted his head; gold and red light arrived at once, as if death was already inevitable.
......
"What’s happening?"
The two Stellar Palace-tier elders nearby stared, dumbfounded, at the scene before them.
Both were Pink-Skin Human Stellar Palace elders, assigned to escort Sen for this assassination, planning to watch Andrew Han die at their leisure. Yet the reversal happened in an instant.
Gold-red light blazed—Andrew Han erupted!
Countless Consciousness Nodes encircled Andrew Han, placing him at the absolute center.
Like radiant morning stars surrounding the heart of the cosmos, Andrew Han now seemed a distant, unreachable star-god at the universe’s core.
"By the Chenriver Realm above!"
"Two thousand nine hundred sixty-three Consciousness Nodes!"
The two Pink-Skin Stellar Palace elders felt a soul-chilling cold spread through their hearts. Their bodies shuddered, trembling minutely, even the remote synchronization video device they operated began to shake.
......
The projected image flickered and shook without end.
Mountains collapsed, earth split, seas roared, and the only color left in the projection was gold-red starlight.
Countless light-years away, beside blue Earth, the Pink-Skin Humans were stunned—mouths agape, unable to utter a single word. At the peak of their horror, a flash of insight struck their minds.
Andrew Han’s Soul-Will aptitude—
It shook the empire, drew the Emperor’s attention, and thus was able to summon ten Void Rift-tier experts to Earth to defend Andrew Han!
"How could this be?"
The Void Rift-tier noblewoman’s expression shifted dramatically.
The white-haired Void Rift elder’s eyes widened, then he ground out each word: "No wonder you act so fearlessly!"
Yet for all their Void Rift status and composure, the Pink-Skin Stellar Palace-tier elders behind them felt their minds explode, as if a thunderous hammer had smashed down from the heavens, nearly shattering their consciousness.
"What do we do now?"
"Andrew Han was hiding this deeply?"
"Damn it, damn it! Is there really nothing Sen can do?"
Panic replaced all rational thought. Eyes reddened with despair, murderous intent turned to hopelessness as they stared at the projection screen.
Before them lay blue Earth.
To their side, the projection screen showed Andrew Han standing at the very heart of the gold-red star-map—a terrifying cultivation genius born of Earth.
"Andrew Han!!!"
The Pink-Skin Humans roared their killing intent in despair.
Beside them, the white-haired Void Rift elder clutched his hair, casting a cold glance at his Stellar Palace-tier kin before settling on the worried faces of the ten Void Rift-tier defenders. With a cruel, cold laugh he said, "Andrew Han is truly extraordinary—he shocks me. But you must have guessed… No matter what, today, the only one who can die is Andrew Han. Sen! Sen! Are you still clinging to your Star-Flame Cloud?"
As his words faded, the faces of the ten Void Rift-tier defenders guarding Earth changed.
His voice echoed, and the Pink-Skin Stellar Palace-tier elders grew strangely excited, awaiting Andrew Han’s tragic death.
The projection flickered; the white-haired elder’s urgent voice seemed to cross countless light-years, reaching Sen’s ears.
"I don’t want to die!"
Sen let out a furious roar.
"Burn! Burn the Star-Flame Cloud!"
Sen’s howl was tinged with misery. He should have crushed Andrew Han with overwhelming force, but in this world-shattering reversal, Andrew Han turned the tide.