The starry sky was cold and dark, a vacuum of silence. At this moment, the Pink-Skin Humans' core world erupted with a torrent of fire, countless blazing rays entwining and overlapping, illuminating every direction as if it were the brightest star in the night.
The star has been lit!
Life has been extinguished!
A heavy sigh echoed in the void—a soundless mark of realization, as the full weight of the Supreme Law’s severity and Andrew Han’s impact settled on those present.
Cole King, the Ancient Kingdom envoy, sighed once again.
"Miles Ning, oh Miles Ning, where is that promised gentleness now?" Cole King felt no annoyance, nor did he care about the tidal emotional surges crashing behind him from the Pink-Skin Humans. Instead, the scene before him shattered all his expectations—absurdity and discord flooded his heart as reality twisted unpredictably before his eyes.
He arrived quietly, gentle and composed, his presence so serene that it seemed to still the very air. Yet beneath that calm, the starry sky itself seemed to hold its breath, sensing a transformation about to unfold.
He departed just as quietly, with bold and decisive flair—finally exposing his ruthless true nature. In his wake, he left only a lifeless, ruined planet: a wasteland where not a single breath of life remained.
Destruction descended like a catastrophe; waves of blazing power swept across the Pink-Skin Humans' core world.
Miles Ning unleashed countless terrifying punches, each one surging with the remaining might of the star—roiling waves of destruction that could obliterate ordinary Stellar Palace-tier lives.
The heart of the Pink-Skin Humans—completely annihilated! This moment was the culmination of Andrew Han’s meteoric rise, the assassination plot against him, and the brutal chain of events that followed.
The once-prosperous life world had nearly become a realm of magma—its surface now a molten wasteland. In distant council chambers, Ronan Whitehorn privately considered his daughter Ruby’s marriage prospects and the political fallout, as the fate of clans hung in the balance.
Faced with all this, Cole King let out a heartfelt sigh: "Dead. All dead. I thought the student would surpass the master, but in the end, the old ginger is still the hottest spice." The words echoed through the Invincible Forest, as Sen’s defeat and Andrew Han’s triumph came to define the moment.
Cole King paused, caught between tears and laughter, as he recalled the fallen Stellar Palace experts and the shattered Cosmic Wonder—symbols of a world turned upside down.
He knew he bore part of the responsibility for the instant annihilation of the Pink-Skin Humans' core world.
But if not for the Pink-Skin Humans, how would Cole King have ever committed such a grave mistake—a crime that drew the direct punishment of His Highness Howard? To say he felt no resentment would be a lie; he simply shifted his bitterness onto the Pink-Skin Humans, their collapse now echoing the empire’s own succession struggles.
It's better that they're all dead.
At least it will prevent future troubles.
A cold glint flashed in Cole King's eyes; inwardly, he was already planning to divorce one of his principal wives upon his return. The image lingered, sharp as a blade, as Miles Ning reflected on the cost of survival and the harshness of fate.
"However..." The word hung in the air, laced with mystery—as if echoing the curiosity of countless experts, all wondering how Miles Ning had kept his secrets so well.
Earlier, when Hector Blackridge was lurking on the edge of the star, ready to kill Lucy, the ending was already decided... Andrew Han has principles and bottom lines; Miles Ning does not. He never cared about whether they were innocent or not—killing them was no different from slaughtering pigs, and the feeling was simply exhilarating.
"The Pink-Skin Humans' complexion really does look a lot like a sow's hide." Miles Ning clamped a Chinese cigarette between his lips, took a long drag, and blew out a cloud of smoke. His cold eyes were unreadable, lost in unknown thoughts.