There is almost nothing in this world that can last forever. Time washes away and cleanses all.
Yet, some things remain.
They may not be eternal, but they surpass eternity itself!
Andrew Han's blade strike, nearly a kilometer long, sliced through the chaotic, surging tides of the East Sea. Every substance was cleaved in two, as if a river of stars cut across heaven and earth, dividing light from darkness, severing the very sky.
The blade's radiance was utterly concentrated—limitless, profound, and dazzling.
It was as if, at the very center of the world, the blade's light embodied Andrew Han's final roar. His body and soul became one with the blade—his thoughts and will fused into a force beyond imagination.
There was no blinding brilliance, only a tranquil, gentle halo descending from the clouds above.
Buzz!
As the blade rose, as it fell, as it vanished with the wind... the sky was blue and spotless, the sea waves returned to pristine order, and a light of faith—almost eternal—shone across heaven and earth.
The clouds parted, and the moon shone bright.
The winds shifted as the East Sea was cleaved apart.
Everything in existence seemed to magnify the blade's blazing force. The azure sea was split cleanly in two; the burning air parted before it, nothing could resist, nothing could withstand. As the blade's light faded, the Black Dragon's monstrous body crashed into the shallows at the edge of Green Mountain Island.
Two thunderous crashes—two severed halves of the giant beast sank to the ocean floor.
The Black Dragon, fully seven hundred meters long, was so massive that its fall sent another hundred-meter wave surging across the silent sea, tossing the entire region into chaos.
Unmatched dominance.
Savage beyond compare.
Even Venerable Saints of the Law Realm would be stunned, let alone Master Aaron Chen and Elder Fisherman (Extreme Tier) nearby. A fleeting moment of shock flashed across their steady faces; in that split-second, the blood-soaked battle was reversed, and Andrew Han unleashed boundless might.
“This... this... what can we even say?”
Only when the monster's body crashed down and the blade of faith faded did Master Aaron Chen stand motionless in midair, like a statue.
The Black Dragon tried to flee, shattering its own horn... It spewed flames, crushing its jaw and teeth... Its scarlet eyes pierced the void, but thunderous fists surged upward, bursting its eyes... Finally, a blade condensed with infinite light appeared, slaughtering the Black Dragon in a torrent of blood.
A deep sense of doubt wound through every heart.
The changes happened as fast as lightning and morning dew; ordinary people couldn’t see clearly at all. Only with specialized equipment, slowing the footage down tenfold, could one barely glimpse a few details.
That’s reality—it rarely matches our hopes.
People couldn’t witness the process, only the dazzling result. The so-called gaze of millions—throughout, it was Andrew Han alone, reliving the solitary Green Mountain Sect of twenty-two years ago.
At that moment—
The scene of clear skies and surging tides suddenly changed.
The Black Dragon’s corpse flashed with light, and beneath the blue sea a massive shadow appeared.
The shadow was half the size of the seven-hundred-meter Black Dragon—about three hundred meters long—slipping eastward beneath the sea, heading towards Martial Alliance elder Shawn Xiao.
Ah!
Shawn Xiao was terrified, crying out in shock.
Was this the end…? Shawn Xiao and the surrounding Martial Lords all paled, convinced the Black Dragon wasn’t truly dead and was coming to kill them.
Apart from Andrew Han, no one could stop the Black Dragon.
At the same time, everyone watching the broadcast stared wide-eyed, their strange expressions frozen, the whole nation holding its breath—terror rippling across ten thousand miles.
"It’s not dead!"
"The Black Dragon is still alive! It’s not dead yet!"
"My god, what kind of monster are we facing?" Countless hearts surged with anger and despair—chilled to the bone, unable to accept such a cruel reality.
In truth, people were overthinking it—so were Shawn Xiao and the others.
The Black Dragon was truly dead. The shadow was a demon talent, like a cicada shedding its shell—a second rebirth paid for with all its life, to one day nurture a new Black Dragon, no longer the same as this one. As for the shadow heading toward Shawn Xiao, it was simply because he stood on the island’s eastern edge.
That’s right.
The Black Dragon escaped by luck years ago, but today it truly died here.
The black shadow streaked past the camera, swept by Shawn Xiao’s position, and plunged into the depths of the East Sea, fleeing toward the farthest reaches of the Pacific.
Silence!
An indescribable chill quietly swept through, seeping into every corner.
"Hiss!"
Master Aaron Chen shivered in fright: "Andrew Han, keep calm."
Elder Fisherman, Huang Haiming, and the other martial artists felt the air grow heavy and oppressive, nearly suffocating, as if a monstrous mountain had risen to dominate the horizon. Even those watching on screens felt their hearts clench tight.
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Suffocation!
Unparalleled suffocation!
"Black Dragon."
"Why won’t you die?" Countless shouts echoed from Andrew’s Passive Berserker State, reverberating through his mind and soul, leaving him dazed in midair. Sensing the black shadow, he finally turned to face the east.
Yet the hatred in his heart remained.
And that promise—never forgotten.
And our Green Mountain Sect—never forgotten.
"Black!!! Dragon!!!"
A terrifying, ferocious roar echoed through the Ninth Heaven, stirring wild winds and waves—Master Chen’s eyelids twitched violently, while Shawn Xiao, Huang Haiming, and the others were shaken to the core.
The camera clutched to his chest exploded on the spot.
Neither the screen, nor the lens, nor the internal chips and electronics could withstand such a brutal roar. Everything was swept away, shattered to pieces.
Boom!!!!!!
From the edge of Green Mountain Sect’s island, a hundred-meter-wide depression appeared—a circular trough in the blue sea, moving eastward, surging over a thousand meters in an instant, leaving a trail where waves broke and the sea parted, countless waves rolling to either side.
From afar, they watched.
It was as if a transparent tunnel stretched across the East Sea, vast and unending, its end nowhere in sight.
Heaven and earth were silent; Green Mountain Sect’s island was hushed.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Everyone stared in shock, watching Andrew Han smash out a surface tunnel that split the waves.
Sunlight blazed, the sea breeze whispered, and at the island’s edge—his tattered Green Mountain Robe fluttered as always, now stained with blood and no longer clean, its hem torn and incomplete, revealing how fierce the battle had been.
Swish.
Two seconds after Andrew Han left, his robe drifted gently to the ground.
......
The live battle feed had already collapsed—the Martial Arts World of Sinovera couldn’t keep up with Andrew Han, so the authorities urgently activated three satellites to monitor the entire East Sea.
Five minutes after Andrew Han departed—
Satellite images clearly showed Andrew Han’s violent pursuit.
No human figure could be caught; only crystalline radiance pulsed at extreme frequency, hammering the vast sea. For thousands of meters around, the East Sea churned as if at world’s end—chaos and waves surging wildly.
Towering waves!
Tsunamis and collapsing mountains!
Such a terrifying spectacle made every government leader watching tremble, their minds and souls quivering uncontrollably.
"Why?"
"Andrew Han has been chasing for so long—why does that black shadow still exist?"
Through the clear satellite images, government leaders could see the shadow. Only after consulting Master Chen of Yunhai did they learn the truth.
This was the black shadow, the manifestation of Demon talent!
Dragon-type Demons—rarest of all, born as giant fiends!
Noble, superior, dragons that stand above all life on Earth—of course, dragon-type Demons possess incredible talents. The Black Dragon was dead, so Andrew Han was now hunting the Demon talent itself—the origin of the next dragon fiend.
Worlds apart.
The difficulty of destroying either one was incomparable.
"What should we do?"
"Satellite images can only be viewed with special equipment in our government conference room. If we go public, it’ll take at least five minutes to process for the nation." one official asked.
At that moment—
The top leader adjusted his glasses: "I believe he can kill it… No matter how noble the Demon talent, what does it matter? But to prevent any mishap, we can’t broadcast nationwide for now—Sinovera can’t bear another blow."
"Activate the conference room announcement."
"I’ll reassure the people. I’ll report Andrew Han’s progress to the entire nation."
......
All of Sinovera fell silent.
Almost everyone held their breath, staring at the smiling top leader on the screen, afraid to breathe or blink, quietly listening, silently waiting.
Andrew Han!
Andrew Han of Green Mountain Sect!
This peerless prodigy, humanity’s strongest, was hunting the Black Dragon!
The truth was not revealed. The officials feared ordinary people couldn’t bear the pressure, risking economic and social collapse. So the top leader said, "Andrew Han has fought out of the East Sea and into the Pacific."
......
Three minutes.
The top leader sat at the head of the conference table, adjusting his glasses again, his voice tinged with hope: "Andrew Han has chased for 1,500 nautical miles—the Black Dragon is about to collapse."
It was a well-intentioned lie.
The so-called Black Dragon was, in fact, an even stranger dragon-type Demon talent—only the government officials and Martial Arts World knew the truth.
So—
They were even more anxious and tense than ordinary people.
......
Seven minutes later—
"Andrew Han!"
"He’s chased for 1,600 nautical miles—the Black Dragon is fleeing in panic. Countless Demons appeared along the way, all blasted into blood mist by Andrew Han’s fists!"
The top leader’s eyes twitched, both hands on the table, clutching a water glass.
The sturdy glass cup—its water began to tremble, revealing the top leader’s and other officials’ anxiety, saturating the conference room with tension.
People listened quietly.
Martial artists in the Martial Arts World were even more worried.
......
1,900 nautical miles.
Already 1,900 nautical miles.
"Cough, cough."
The top leader’s mouth was dry—he coughed softly, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He didn’t bother to wipe it, adjusting his glasses for the third time.
Gulp.
The top leader swallowed hard, his voice rough as he spoke, clutching the water glass even tighter.