The pattern of light shattered. Andrew Han drew back his fists and stood, the cyan radiance slowly converging, the tranquil and distant scene seeming to become eternal, deeply etched in the hearts of all present.
Crack, crack—the light-pattern shattered completely.
The light-pattern, personally crafted by Suweng, was now smashed into dust by Andrew Han's countless punches—like a tide falling from the heavens, cleansing the cosmic dust, washing away the cycle of life and death, indirectly bearing witness to Andrew's unrivaled might and moving countless onlookers to rise from their seats, unable to sit still, unable to remain calm.
The light-pattern shattered—who could have imagined Andrew Han wielded such power!
All was silent; gaze after gaze brimmed with countless emotions.
At the moment of shattering, Andrew Han, expression unchanged, stood at the very center of the arena, his Green Mountain Robe drifting in the emptiness.
In the vacuum, there was no sound.
Nor did anyone make a sound.
From the dark starry sky, a rain of light fell, scattering everywhere. Bella York, her skin black as obsidian, stood beneath the luminous rain, her cold gaze piercing through time and space, through life and death, filled with unwillingness as she stared at Andrew Han.
She did not speak.
Andrew Han did not speak either.
All eyes were fixed on this moment.
Suddenly, Andrew Han straightened his robe and brushed the corners of his Green Mountain Robe twice.
He lifted his head and said seriously, "You should be dead."
Across from him.
Bella York, her skin black as obsidian, parted her lips.
She seemed to want to question Andrew Han—how dare you kill me... Yet her delicate body collapsed in an instant, dissolving into thousands of starlight fragments, scattering and fading inch by inch, ultimately forming a dreamlike rain of light, just as Huang Dusheng of Tianyu Palace had before.
Compared to Huang Dusheng, Bella York's death was far more dazzling.
Perhaps it was because she was stronger, or perhaps it was due to her 827 Consciousness Nodes. In any case, the gentle, swirling rain of light spun and gathered, drifting across the starry sky alongside countless fragments of the shattered light-pattern.
Here, the starry sky belonged to the vacuum—naturally, there was no gravity.
Yet the nebula exerted its own gravity; the milky-white nebula where Chenriver Palace resided pulled the dazzling rain of light sideways, forming a starry spectacle like radiant flowers.
It was as if silent resentment and unwillingness filled the air—here, silence spoke louder than words.
Only now—BOOM!!!
The starry sky was silent; then the shockwave erupted, stirring boundless tides of energy, spreading the waves of fierce battle throughout Chenriver, the roar unending, finally beginning to spread.
The explosion thundered in their ears!
The shock shook their hearts!
It was as if the endless roar reflected the countless emotions of the crowd, like a perfect mirror illuminating all the world's states.
......
Looking closer: the many Stellar Palace Tier elites of Chenriver Palace stared, stunned, their steady minds unable to contain their shock.
The countless cultivation geniuses were frozen, transformed into living statues, their shock and excitement mingling, like a volcano erupting on the spot!
After all, they were all Starlight Tier!
Witnessing Andrew Han's might with their own eyes, his overwhelming slaughter, their hearts boiled with excitement!
If they were Stellar Palace Tier, they could observe Andrew Han from a higher realm, but as fellow Starlight Tier geniuses, they could not.
Unreachable.
Inaccessible.
Even the universal language, at this moment, in the face of the cyan figure, seemed utterly powerless.
Andrew Han joined Chenriver Palace—half a star-year?
It hasn't been that long, maybe a third of a star-year?
Does Andrew Han still need eighty-seven star-years? At this rate, he's already on par with Sen.
......
Looking farther: across countless light-years, lives watching Andrew Han via synchronized projection wore expressions beyond description—each one shocked, bewildered, speechless.
Instantly slaying Huang Dusheng of Tianyu Palace, restoring dignity.
With ten thousand punches, he killed Tianyu Palace's strongest—Bella York—securing glory to be remembered for ages—
From now on, Chenriver Palace is no weaker than Tianyu Palace!
Andrew Han!
That name... it’s excellent!
The two always-silent Void Rift-tier beings, who had never spoken before, now openly praised Andrew Han, further amplifying the impact of this life-and-death battle.
The clash between Chenriver Palace and Tianyu Palace was over!
Tianyu Palace—defeated!
Chenriver Palace—victorious!
Good, very good!
The Emperor stood up, laughing with his hands behind his back.
His golden eyes brimmed with expectation, sparking with thunder and bright light, as if he could not wait to see Andrew Han in person.
With that, he vanished.
The Emperor’s figure faded, streaking gold light as he disappeared from the imperial palace, leaving those inside exchanging glances, all shaking their heads in amazement.
Light-years away, Chenriver erupted, Tianyu Palace suffered a crushing defeat!
Now, in the empire, a new overlord rises—his name is Andrew Han!
In the vast Chenriver Empire, a Stellar Palace Tier controls a Hub Administrative Star and is called an overlord, but how is Andrew Han different from a Stellar Palace Tier?
It’s only a matter of time—no doubt about it!
The whole empire was in an uproar, while at Chenriver Palace’s entrance, energy ripples and waves of battle were still spreading, yet the scene was silent to the extreme.