"No, my points!"
The blue-robed figure was Jace Fu. His face was full of regret and frustration; his injuries were not a real concern, and with a bit of quiet cultivation he would recover soon enough.
But the massive loss of over a thousand points left Jace Fu overwhelmed with regret.
"No!"
I've saved up for ten whole star-years!
Jace Fu beat his chest and stamped his feet, coughing blood as he let out a silent, frenzied howl, nearly on the verge of collapse.
Jace Fu was not weak-willed; the moment he lost, he understood the reality—despite his pride, he couldn't withstand even two punches from Andrew Han!
The crushing sense of defeat, combined with the painful loss of Chenriver Palace points, made the Pink-Skin Human Jace Fu feel his vision go dark. Staggering to steady himself, he nearly collapsed in midair.
The value and rarity of points is beyond words—they are the lifeblood of Chenriver Palace!
Without points, you can barely move forward—and you're destined to fall further and further behind!
Reality was nothing like his expectations—like the cold, surging tides of a merciless sea, the brutal waves left Jace Fu dazed, numb, and confused.
Chenriver Palace: a place ruled by the law of the jungle!
Jace Fu thought he could suppress Andrew Han, but now realized how utterly wrong he was!
"But... but... how could something like this happen?"
His blue robe torn, blood at the corner of his mouth, Jace Fu slumped in the nebula space, his face ashen, gazing distantly at the green-robed figure walking out from within the transparent sphere.
Heaven and earth, the whole universe—all seemed to lose their color.
All around, not a single sound could be heard.
At least in Jace Fu's eyes, only that green-robed figure remained in the world—so dazzling, so radiant, as if standing at the very center of existence, making it impossible to look directly.
In that moment—
The Duel & Challenge Sphere Zone was utterly silent. Countless opaque spheres still floated, surrounded by drifting strands of milky-white nebular material, swirling like falling snow or flowing rain.
Andrew Han left the sphere space with calm composure.
For Andrew, it had merely been a light warm-up—he hadn't given it a second thought.
"Hm?"
Andrew Han's gaze swept across the entire arena.
Aside from Jace Fu, collapsed in the distance, there were clusters of cultivation geniuses scattered about—all of them wore expressions of shock, unable to hide their astonishment.
Additionally, Princess Mora, the Third Princess of the Chenriver Empire, stood nearby, frozen like a diamond statue.
The silence was absolute.
A strange, indescribable atmosphere hung over the area, like a heavy cloud pressing down, seeping deep into the hearts of all who witnessed the scene, stirring emotions that refused to settle.
"Oh my god."
Mora screamed inwardly, though on the surface she maintained the decorum expected of a princess.