Andrew Han came to question the Light Clan here; all the humiliation, arrogance, even endless words before—were for this very moment.
Deathly silence!
The entire scene froze at this instant!
All the light-spirits were stunned; even the Supremes looked down, and the crew of the pure-white starship were utterly dumbfounded.
"Human Heaven-King!"
Asheron Arshen, the Light Clan Heaven-King, dove down in fury, his momentum so fierce it made the luminous earth sink. He landed directly before Andrew: "You're far too arrogant! Two Heaven-Kings plus five hundred Primevals could kill you a million times!"
All five hundred Primevals glared in anger.
Faced with this scene.
Andrew released his right foot from atop Kedoran’s light-body, curled it slightly, and kicked him aside.
"No, no."
"Please, don’t misunderstand…" Andrew waved his hand, then rubbed them together, smiling shyly as if embarrassed: "Honestly, there’s no other meaning—I just want to kill all of you, or be killed by you."
Asheron Arshen sneered, "You’re insane."
"Together, we can definitely kill you."
Kedoran, flung not far away, quickly recovered now that Andrew’s suppression had lifted—his wounds healing, mind clearing, and killing intent surging as he hovered in midair: "You’re challenging the Light Clan. You’re dead."
At the same time—
All five hundred Primevals advanced together, closer and closer. In a blink, the Arshen Tribe’s five hundred and six Primevals were within a million meters of Andrew.
Andrew spread his hands helplessly: "Then come on, don’t be shy."
"This..."
Kedoran and Asheron Arshen exchanged glances—should they surround and kill the Human Heaven-King?
With so many Light Clan beings gathered, and so many ancient existences holding back, it wasn’t their place to act. It was like the rule that envoys aren’t killed in war—when a foreign Heaven-King visits, he can’t be slain lightly.
At this moment, everyone paused to consider.
Kedoran fixed his gaze on Andrew Han. "The Star-Sky Human Race will never allow it, and my clan will not approve a Life-and-Death Duel either."
"That's right," Asheron Arshen snapped. "We're not that stupid. Killing you, Andrew Han, would come at an infinite cost."
They could not even imagine the consequences of provoking the Human Race.
Just a few years ago, when the second-rate Yuluo Race killed a Primeval Famous Master affiliated with the Archaic Hall, a Human Supreme tore through spacetime and annihilated their entire clan. Although there were other reasons involved, the Star-Sky Human Race's dominance was clear.
"Too much is as bad as too little." The crew aboard the starship sent urgent transmissions to Andrew Han: "Andrew, return at once. Come back to the starship."
"We do not agree to this Life-and-Death Duel."
"No one will agree—no one, Andrew, do you understand?"
Many Humans frowned, troubled and shaking their heads, trying to persuade Andrew Han to come back.
As Path-Protector and Heaven-King guardian, Lu Yang was first puzzled, then shocked, his eyes wide in disbelief. He could not fathom what Andrew Han had prepared.
Of all those present on the starship, Lu Yang believed he knew Heaven-King Andrew Han best.
Andrew Han had kept everyone in the dark.
He must have made preparations ahead of time.
"He never does anything without certainty."
"He always plans before he acts."
Lu Yang swallowed hard, glancing at the anxious leader, his heart slowly sinking.
The starship crew feared the Arshen Tribe and worried the Light Clan might react violently, so they never dared to forcibly pull Andrew Han back across the void.
But the Light Clan was just as wary.
Even Argo, watching from afar in the Cosmic Eternal Realm, felt crazed and powerless: "This is the perfect chance to kill that Human Heaven-King, but what a pity—we can only let Andrew Han leave... A Life-and-Death Duel cannot be opened."
No one could bear the responsibility of triggering a war between the two Supreme Races.