March 14th, 00:51.
Southeastern region of the Taixing Mountain Range, Sinovera national borders.
Night blanketed the mountain forest, casting a quiet, desolate mood. But its darkness could not conceal the blazing martial aura surging like a newborn sun—radiant and magnificent, as if sunlight itself would pierce eternal night and remake the very heavens.
Bang!
Andrew Han threw a punch.
His right fist, wreathed in surging wind, shifted momentum midair—like a heaven-sent heavy blow flashing through illusions. It slipped past the Demon’s horns and easily seized a Sect-Class Specter.
He unleashed every ounce of his Inspiration!
Every word, every movement—none of it was ordinary.
After a brief, frozen instant, Inspiration burst forth—like a sea-calming pillar torn from the ocean depths, shaking sky and earth.
Swish.
Once Andrew Han’s Inspiration boiled over, it swept across the horizon like blazing dawn—wilder than before, its unfathomable radiance searing itself into the Specter’s ghostly form.
"You—"
“Such powerful Inspiration.” The blood-red Specter, rivaling a mid-tier Martial Lord, froze—its face and eyes turning to lifeless stone, leaving behind only a meaningless final word.
Whoosh, whoosh.
His fist’s wind howled like winter, scattering the ghostly form.
The blood-red, icy Specter shattered into drifting fragments, dissolving into ash and mist on the spot—as if it had never existed at all.
"Courting death!"
"That’s Peerless Andrew Han—kill him!"
Facing the Demons’ savage howls, Andrew Han spun like a sparrow soaring through clouds—moving like mist—somehow weaving between three Sect-Class Demons, shifting direction five times in an instant, and stepping straight up into the sky.
Now, at this moment.
He possessed Inspiration that could rival a three-step titled Martial Lord, Solidified Core Internal Power no less than that of an extraordinary Martial Lord, and mastery over one profound technique after another—
Compared to true high-tier Martial Lords, he was not inferior in the slightest.
No!
Not just equal—but even stronger!
"Just a few ordinary Sect-Class monsters?"
"I've long since surpassed 'Peerless.' Let me fight with abandon, let Green Mountain Sect's name blaze bright, let me claim my place among this era's prodigies... Most importantly, let me end this blood-soaked feast before it even begins."
Andrew Han stopped thinking, stepped back two or three paces.
Because just then, two Specters lunged at the tottering General Meng. Andrew brought forth his left fist, pressing his right fist forward, as if forming a crystal-diamond circular mirror—solidifying the air into a round, gleaming surface.
Look closely—it was as neat as a drumhead.
Look again, and it seemed like a rippling mirror lake.