Although Monica Whitehorn knew Andrew Han's cultivation talent was unparalleled, she could never have imagined that the Third-Order Constant Light powerhouse before her was actually Andrew Han himself... All her shock and disbelief now dissolved into utter bewilderment.
"How is this possible?"
Monica Whitehorn was simply unable to believe it, as if struck by lightning.
Facing Andrew Han's punch in person, her mind went completely blank; all she felt was the rise and fall of sun, moon, and stars, an overwhelming might that shrouded everything in silence.
Boom!!!
Brilliant cyan radiance erupted; the force of the punch swept in all directions, its power penetrating deep into the soul, like a divine seal descending upon the vacuum, pressing the entire sky until it nearly twisted.
At this moment, a punch shook the world!
Here, the punch landed in outer space!
"My god!"
"If that punch had struck me, I, Monica Whitehorn, would be lucky to survive—at best, I'd be gravely injured." Monica stared, pale-faced, at the surging waves of energy left behind by the punch.
She was so shocked her heart trembled wildly, her single horn stopped spinning, and her eyes were full of awe and disbelief. It was unimaginable that such a terrifying punch could come from Andrew Han, an aboriginal Starlight-tier being.
Boom!
The punch finally landed, like a giant meteor crashing into the ocean.
Not only did it create an obvious depression, but endless tsunamis began to spread in all directions. At the same time, Andrew Han, sitting like a sovereign in a celestial palace, withdrew his right fist, rose to his feet, and stepped toward Monica Whitehorn, one step at a time.
With each step he took, ripples of light appeared beneath his feet.
Crystal-clear jade plates formed beneath him, supporting his cloud-like, ethereal steps as Andrew Han strolled forward with leisure.
Gulp.
Watching Andrew Han approach, Monica Whitehorn felt a surge of anxiety and fear, as if facing judgment.
She had come only to invite Andrew Han and present a gift, but never imagined something like this would happen.
A composite Starlight-tier existence was already terrifying enough.
And besides that, Andrew Han is also a Third-Order Constant Light Starlight-tier being!
If her clan's ancestor found out, their evaluation of Andrew Han would be even higher—perhaps they would even personally descend upon the blue Earth.
Monica Whitehorn forced a polite but awkward smile: "I truly mean no harm, and I didn't know it was you on the other side. Otherwise, I never would have suggested a sparring match."
How embarrassing!
Monica Whitehorn wanted to cry but had no tears. Although she had experienced much in her life, she had never encountered a situation like this.
Mm.
Andrew Han smiled: "I thought someone wanted to conquer Earth... It was all a misunderstanding."
Hearing this, Monica Whitehorn breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this aboriginal Andrew Han was reasonable; otherwise, this visit would have been truly dangerous.
She touched her single horn, still feeling a bit shaken.
This Starlight-tier Andrew Han was deeply wary of life from outside his star system and did not want her to land on this blue life planet.
So.
She decided to be direct and lay everything out clearly.
First was the recommendation quota for Chenriver Palace, and second was the specially prepared private warp craft for Andrew Han. Once these two matters were settled, she would leave immediately.
Andrew Han." Monica Whitehorn raised her head, her cool expression turning polite: "I came this time mainly for your bright future. To be honest, your talent is astonishing. My clan's ancestor admires you greatly and is willing to give you a recommendation quota—a chance to enter Chenriver Palace."
She did not beat around the bush or try to be mysterious.
Chenriver Palace?
Andrew Han frowned, looking at Monica Whitehorn.
He possessed the Mo-Tai inheritance, countless mysterious teachings, and did not need the help of the Chenriver Empire to become a starry sky powerhouse.
Monica Whitehorn spoke: "The Chenriver Empire has established Chenriver Palace."
Chenriver Palace is a place where all the geniuses from over a hundred billion planetary systems gather. Only truly powerful cultivation talents are qualified to enter... Don't rush to refuse, please hear me out.
Seeing that Andrew Han seemed uninterested, Monica Whitehorn grew anxious.
A recommendation quota for Chenriver Palace was incredibly precious. If Andrew Han refused, her ancestor would never lower themselves to invite him again, nor would they pay him any further attention.
After all, the opportunity had already been given.
If one did not cherish it, no one else would feel sorry.
In other words.
Her ancestor's appreciation was merely recognition of Andrew Han's talent, not a mandatory order. So Andrew Han had the right to choose freely; even if he refused, at most the ancestor would sigh in regret, but would never blame him or offer another recommendation.
Seeing Monica Whitehorn so anxious, Andrew Han nodded: "All right, I'm listening."
"Good, good."
Monica Whitehorn quickly nodded, half turning as she gestured with her left arm: "Chenriver Palace is hard to sum up in a few words. Let's talk inside the warp craft—I've prepared fine wine and delicacies, and a custom private warp craft just for you."
What?
Andrew Han's calm face changed.
A single warp craft cost at least ten thousand Chenriver coins, and if it was a custom-made private craft, the price would likely exceed one hundred thousand.
"Wait a minute." Andrew Han frowned. "I still don't quite understand your intentions."
Monica Whitehorn's heart leapt with joy: "Your cultivation talent is truly outstanding. In the future, you are destined to become a Stellar Palace-tier existence... In your Earth's language, this is either a timely help in a snowstorm or a finishing touch to a masterpiece—an investment."
"How could I accept such generosity?" Andrew Han shook his head.
"There's no need to be embarrassed." Monica Whitehorn raised her hand, bringing the warp craft to a steady halt. The hatch slowly opened, and a fully cyan warp craft floated out.
From a distance, it looked somewhat similar to a car on Earth.
Below was a rectangular chassis, with a huge hatch on each side. The top was slightly raised, and the protective shield made of synthetic crystal diamond allowed a clear view of the outside, while also blocking a full-force strike from an ordinary Starlight-tier being.
It could withstand only one strike—nothing more.
"Green Mountain?"
Andrew Han exclaimed in surprise. On the rear of the cyan warp craft, two Chinese characters were inscribed in a bold, flowing script: Green Mountain.
Written personally by Monica Whitehorn, the words 'Green Mountain' carried a cool, elegant beauty.
"Yes, Green Mountain."
Monica Whitehorn spoke as she bowed slightly to Andrew Han, expressing her sincerest apologies: "To prevent any harmful life forms from emerging on aboriginal planets, our first contact always involves reading the planet's network information. Please forgive my unintended offense."
......
On blue Earth, the unusual explosion of a satellite drew the attention of the authorities.
Through footage from other satellites, they saw the disk-shaped warp craft hovering in outer space, and witnessed with their own eyes the terrifying power of Andrew Han's punch shaking the starry sky.
"Heavens above, is that an alien spaceship?"
"Except for Lurian, there has never been an incident of alien civilization visiting Earth in all of history. Luckily, Lord Andrew Han discovered and intercepted it in time."
"Yes, Lord Andrew Han is far too powerful."
Above the Law Realm, invincible—Andrew Han, Starlight-tier, is now recognized by the Martial Arts World as the teacher of martial arts for all under heaven... With just this punch, he could easily destroy a capital city.
The government officials were all amazed.
Most of them were ordinary people, and just witnessing the might of a Law Realm existence was deeply shocking—let alone seeing such a magnificent punch firsthand.
This punch was dazzling and indescribable; its majestic power seemed to flow out from the screen, stunning everyone present.
In the dark, silent outer space, waves and ripples appeared!
With one punch across the void, sun, moon, and stars all lost their color!
"Eh?"
One government official suddenly spoke in surprise: "Lord Andrew Han seems to be conversing and negotiating with an extraterrestrial lifeform."
He wanted to keep his distance from life beyond the Solar System.
Lurian, sealed in Antarctica, was itself a being from the depths of the starry sky... It nearly destroyed this blue homeland. And the specters it spawned ravaged humanity for centuries, inflicting grievous wounds.