Upon hearing these words, even Leon Feng, a Law-Realm Sky-Soaring True Person who had weathered countless storms, showed a trace of astonishment on his face.
Just kill them?
Such words make it sound simple, make it sound easy... Yet Netherfiends are terrifying existences—almost untouchable and, for all intents and purposes, unkillable beings of pure void.
Giant Demons are easy to slay; Netherfiends are hard to kill. It has always been this way!
This is not just Leon Feng’s personal opinion—it is a universally acknowledged fact among all human Law-Realm experts.
Only overwhelming realm suppression can possibly kill a Netherfiend. Otherwise, it is nearly impossible to even injure their ghost bodies, let alone destroy their existence.
A long silence followed.
Above the clouds over Southridge Province’s port, a strange, unspoken tension filled the air... Leon Feng shook his blue hair and coughed, saying, “You’re underestimating Netherfiends far too much.”
“Listen, Andrew Han.”
“I don’t doubt you,” Leon Feng said sincerely. “I am a Sky-Soaring True Person—I’ve never killed a Netherfiend, at best only gravely wounded one... We’ve all witnessed your Inspiration, but to truly slay a Netherfiend, I fear even you may fall short.”
These were heartfelt words, spoken with sincerity.
Yet inwardly, he sighed... Leon Feng felt that the younger generation was truly lacking in perspective, always overestimating themselves, which was unwise.
“Mm.” Andrew Han did not argue.
Nor did he tell Leon Feng that, out of habit—restraining his edge, practicing humility, and upholding the many virtues of Green Mountain Sect—he had only used a fraction of his Inspiration during the strength test.
He also did not mention that Indira truly harbored a fourth Netherfiend, unknown not only to human Law-Realm experts but even to the Specter clans themselves—one he had already slain cleanly on the spot, though the scientists simply thought it was a peak Great-Class Specter.
"The death of a Netherfiend carries enormous consequences."
"This news must be kept secret," Andrew Han mused inwardly, taking a sip of clear wine.
The cool white wine slid down his throat, and his chaotic thoughts gradually became clear.
The death of Indira’s fourth Netherfiend must not be revealed lightly. If the news spread, it could trigger unpredictable turmoil... This has nothing to do with whether Law-Realm guardians are trustworthy, but rather that the cost of exposure is far too great.
Better safe than sorry!
As for the exact measure of my strength, I know it well enough myself—there’s no need to prove it with the death of a Netherfiend.
"The situation grows ever more turbulent; the Law Realm is about to return."
"Although my power exceeds the peak, I must still speak and act with caution, never becoming careless." Andrew Han sat quietly among the drifting clouds, letting sunlight fall on his green robe, illuminating a figure of serene detachment.
Meanwhile—
Across from him, Leon Feng saw Andrew Han quietly contemplating and thought his advice had worked. Smiling, he raised the wine jug: “Andrew, you’re already very strong. Don’t let yourself fall into self-pity.”
“You flatter me, True Person Feng.” Andrew Han replied with a humble smile.
As the current master of Green Mountain Sect, he naturally had to uphold its virtues—humility, kindness, and reason were all indispensable.
It was October, and the sky was clear and bright.
Below, scientists were emerging one after another from the transport plane. Amid the clouds, the two sat facing each other, chatting leisurely. The high-altitude breeze drifted through the clouds, adding to the sense of ease—their presence was no less than that of immortals from ancient legends.
After a while—
Law-Realm guardian Leon Feng chewed half a plate of peanuts, gazing at Andrew Han with deep meaning, as if to hint: “It’s best to be prepared in advance—the all-out war with Demons and Specters is truly not far off.”
Andrew Han’s face showed surprise.
But before he could ask further, Leon Feng simply smiled, nodded, and stood up, turning into a pale blue streak that soared thousands of meters into the sky in an instant.
Within the clouds—
Andrew Han paused, quickly controlling his aura to avoid scattering the cloud.
Meanwhile, below the clouds, the scientists were overjoyed, leaving the port with the Sinoveran soldiers.
Some scientists, finally returning to their homeland, wept with joy. Even the foreign scientists, no matter how far from home, could not hide their excitement at escaping the Specter domain.
A moment later—
Everyone had left, leaving only the transport plane on the empty tarmac... Andrew Han, still within the drifting clouds, quietly watched the scene and let out a gentle sigh.
"Above Martial Lord lies the Law Realm."
"In truth, I should be close as well." Andrew Han lowered his head, gazing at his left palm, clear as crystal, sensing the Magma-State Internal Power within.
Above Solidified Core Internal Power lies the brand-new Magma State!
And beyond Magma State—what new form of Internal Power awaits? Smiling, Andrew Han looked up at the October sunlight above the sky, feeling that silence spoke louder than words.
...
The boundless darkness of outer space stretched infinitely.
There was no sound, no life—only cold, eternal stillness. Even if ordinary people had the means to survive here, the psychological pressure would be unbearable.
A short stay might be tolerable, but long-term would be torment.
“Sigh.”
“The situation grows ever more tense. Could it be that the Demons and Specters have already sensed it?” As the silver-haired man at the peak of Sinovera’s Law Realm, his gaze encompassed the entire blue planet.
He had been stationed on the satellite for nearly thirty years, never once returning home.
His power was simply too great... Around the satellite where the silver-haired man resided, cosmic particles subtly swirled in invisible currents, forming a vortex with him at its center.
"Above Martial Arts Law, there ought to be Martial Dao."
Aaron Zhang shook his head: “Alas, I am but shallow-learned, unable to comprehend what truly lies above the Law Realm.”
He seemed regretful, but in truth was simply modest—reflecting on the limits of martial power.
This Law-Realm guardian, calling himself Aaron Zhang, was one of Sinovera’s Five Supremes—his might even surpassed the others, and he was recognized as the strongest across the nation.
“Hm?”
Aaron Zhang let out a quiet sound of surprise, his eyes flashing with astonishment. Stepping forward, he caused ripples in the satellite’s air, passed through the alloy wall, and entered the communications room.
It was a top-secret message.
Even ground staff had no clearance; only Law-Realm guardians above Martial Lord could access it... In over twenty years, such highest-level secrets were truly rare.
“Let me see.”
Aaron Zhang’s eyes flickered as he read carefully, his expression changing.
The message detailed the covert rescue of scientists, and also served as a preliminary probe against Demons and Specters.
At the bottom, the joint signatures of Sinovera’s five Law-Realm guardians: ‘By unanimous judgment, Andrew Han has not yet reached the Law Realm, but his Internal Power is immense, his Inspiration extraordinary, and within the Law Realm he is invincible!’
Below this was a parenthetical note.
Law-Realm guardians Gideon Wu and Leon Feng speculated that even faced with a Netherfiend, Andrew Han might not be killed.
“Hmm.”
Aaron Zhang finished reading.
He sighed, at a loss for words: “Andrew Han again—this kid really wants to reach the heavens... I’m almost tired of hearing his name. It’s been less than three months since the Angler’s Isle incident, and he’s already grown stronger.”
Meanwhile—
The news spread across all satellites.
Not only Sinovera’s Law-Realm guardians, but those of every nation worldwide stared at their satellite screens—waves of astonishment rippled through them, and even the Supremes were moved.