"Where is the next one...?"
"I'm waiting."
These two sentences from Andrew Han carried almost as much destructive force as a top-tier Cosmos Union powerhouse's full-force strike.
Just look at the Light-Clan Heaven-King Asheron Arshen—his six scarlet pupils all changed color. He wanted to speak, then stopped, then wanted to again, as if choking on unspeakable humiliation and shame; every part of his body trembled.
It wasn't fear—it was rage that made him tremble.
Is defeating him still not enough?
Does he still want to challenge the Light Clan's second new-generation Eternal King?
"Enough."
He forcibly suppressed his fury and snapped coldly.
Even if he lost, so what? Both Asheron Arshen and Andrew Han knew full well that neither could kill the other.
To distinguish strength or weakness, to decide victory or defeat—this was already absurd, nearly unbelievable.
If a Heaven-King killed another Heaven-King? It could happen, and sometimes does—but never between new-generation Eternal Kings. There was not even the slightest possibility. Even if Andrew Han went all out, at most he could severely injure Asheron Arshen, just as he had done moments ago.
But to kill him outright...
Andrew Han had to admit that with his current realm, he was far from capable.
At the brink of death, a new-generation Eternal King would erupt with full power from his Origin Talent. With Asheron Arshen's extraordinary speed-type Origin Talent, once he finished accelerating, Andrew Han truly could not pursue and kill him.
But if Andrew could intercept him with perfect precision, he might just be able to kill Asheron Arshen.
"Someone as weak as you."
"Dares to shout at me, Andrew Han?"
The Human Heaven-King turned away, lowered his gaze, and swept a glance at the Light-Clan Heaven-King Asheron Arshen.
His gaze seemed to pierce through space itself.