Boom!!
A roar surging from the Void Rift–tier soul true‑form!
His right fist, wreathed in gold‑red soul power, rose like a mighty sun breaking above the horizon—then, with brutal, decisive force, smashed downward. Space visibly caved in, even the flow of time was faintly distorted, and the vault of the Light Sky formed by light‑source nodes was drawn into the blow, instantly twisting into an inverted funnel of light‑waves.
"Light‑Clan Heaven‑King Asheron Arshen!"
In Andrew Han’s eyes, the blood‑red light could no longer be suppressed.
Bang!!!
With this punch, all three pairs of Asheron’s pupils changed color.
He wanted to flee, to escape this place.
But Andrew’s left palm, like an indestructible golden hoop, gripped him tightly—allowing no escape, no evasion.
"Open! Open! Open!"
Asheron Arshen still tried to flee, still struggled desperately to break free.
His omnipresent supreme‑type talent was utterly useless, and his speed‑type Origin Talent was neutralized by Tenacity. Even as his struggles nearly shattered Andrew’s palm—blood pouring, bones snapping, cells annihilated—no matter how severe the injuries, Andrew’s left hand never loosened; his grip remained as unbreakable as a fortress.
He would never let go.
Never!
The prologue of long‑suppressed revenge had finally begun.
His savage willpower stunned Asheron Arshen.
"I..."
Watching helplessly as the right fist descended, the Light‑Clan Heaven‑King Asheron Arshen felt his very soul tremble.
He wanted to scream in terror, but with so many Light‑Clan kin watching nearby, how could he lose face for his clan...
Bang!!!
In the utter silence, matter shattered—everything reduced to molecules.
Like thin membranes, barriers collapsed one after another, utterly unable to withstand Heaven‑King Andrew Han’s all‑out strike.
Light‑source nodes exploded into dust. The fury Andrew had endured for years nearly blasted apart Asheron’s crimson pupils. At the point of impact, space caved inward in all directions, making Andrew’s blood‑stained white hair look even more savage and terrifying.
The lowest layer of the haloed vault was punched through!
An endless concavity, a vast circle spreading outward!
Only Andrew’s body stood like a mountain at the very center of the hollowed circle, his wild aura overturning all shattered matter. One hand gripped Asheron Arshen, the other punched into his light‑body.
"Ah!"
A moment later, in the silence, the Light‑Clan Heaven‑King Asheron Arshen let out a low, anguished scream.
He had clearly endured to his limit, but could no longer suppress it. Andrew’s body expanded wildly, multiplying countless times, transforming into a golden‑red phantom with eyes full of fury and hatred.
The visible manifestation of soul aftershock!
This was the true terror of an Eternal King across the ages!
Though only at Fifth‑Stage Void Rift, he possessed top‑tier Cosmos Union–level mysteries; whenever he went all out, grand phenomena of the heavens—wind, fire, thunder, and lightning—would gather to him.
"Impossible!" All six of Asheron’s pupils widened in disbelief. "I am also Fifth‑Stage Void Rift, also a new‑generation Eternal King—why am I inferior to you?"
"Because I am Andrew Han!"
Andrew roared, drew back his right hand, fused his five glass‑like fingers together, gathered boundless force, and smashed down again.
Boom!
Where the fist‑light passed, space twisted, brewing aftershocks.
Infinite might gave rise to infinite gravity, dragging the haloed vault into an ever‑expanding downward vortex.
In an instant, the punch landed before Asheron Arshen.
Asheron’s mind trembled, his six pupils filled with confusion—then Andrew shattered one pair of crimson eyes, which could no longer reopen.