A Classic Battle of the Heavens

"Stop!"

The golden-haired Spellmaster Dimens flew in like a bolt of lightning, his strange syllables spilling from his lips as he waved his hands. A massive serpent of condensed energy, several meters long, lashed its body through the air toward Xiao Chen.

"Shameless!" "Contemptible!"

Even the onlookers could hardly bear to watch. Dimens had already seized the right to duel Xiao Chen by twisting his words, a dishonorable act that Kailuo had angrily rejected. Yet now he charged again, launching an attack—clearly on Yalode’s orders, afraid that Kailuo would be killed. Face no longer mattered to them.

Xiao Chen snorted. Grabbing the gravely wounded Kailuo, he swung him like a club and slammed him into the energy serpent.

"Boom!"

The energy giant snake disintegrated in the air, but Kailuo’s body took multiple fractures. Xiao Chen whirled him down to the ground, then hurled him up and drove his fist toward Kailuo’s chest.

His fist-light blazed like a comet streaking across the void, bursting with blinding divine radiance. It struck Kailuo’s chest with devastating force, while a dazzling light blade carved toward his neck, sending him flying over twenty meters and snapping a dozen ancient trees along the way.

Kailuo was a worthy opponent, but an opponent was still an enemy. Meeting on the battlefield, they could never sit down for a drink—only life and death. So Xiao Chen showed no mercy and struck with all his power, intent on slaughter.

Yet things often defy expectation. He did not kill Kailuo.

Kailuo came from the Barbarian tribes, where many strong warriors had ancient beast-souls sealed within their bodies. Beyond doubt, Kailuo harbored such a soul—or rather, two souls fused together: the divine wolf soul and the fierce tiger soul. At this critical moment, the potentials of those ancient beast-souls were roused, bursting into dazzling brilliance that blocked most of Xiao Chen’s blow and saved Kailuo’s life.

But Kailuo’s bones were mostly shattered. He had suffered unimaginable injuries and would be crippled for half a year, no longer a threat to Xiao Chen.

Tumult broke out among the onlookers from the various alliances. Xiao Chen’s overwhelming might left a deep impression, and many were astounded.

In the distance, Yalode roared as he caught Kailuo, who was falling from the sky. He stared at Xiao Chen with boundless killing intent.

On this side, the Spellmaster Dimens had already joined battle with Xiao Chen. Incantations streamed forth—purple lightning, netherworldly black flames, energy snakes, and divine blades of fire—all crashing down to bombard Xiao Chen.

But under Xiao Chen’s brilliant fist-light, every single spell collapsed, unable to harm him.

Dimens grew increasingly agitated. He had already been mocked and dismissed for his dishonorable entrance, and now fighting a man who had just survived a life-or-death struggle only to prove so inept only made his heart even more unsettled.

He flew lower and lower, forced to close the distance, because Xiao Chen was too dominant—spells launched from too far away could not affect him at all.

That tactic did no good, yet it added to the brilliance of Xiao Chen’s classic victory.

Xiao Chen seized the opportunity with razor-sharp instinct. His tall, upright form seemed to glide like a fleeting shadow, leaving an afterimage across the forest floor. He transformed into a beam of light, rushed up a sky-piercing ancient tree, and then leaped into the air.

Before the eyes of countless gathered young elites, Xiao Chen stepped on empty space and ran quickly through the sky, turning into a streak of light, leaving several afterimages. He set foot on Dimens’s body, then stamped down hard. Dimens screamed as he fell, bearing Xiao Chen’s weight.

"Boom!"

When they hit the ground, most of the golden-haired Spellmaster Dimens’s bones were shattered. Xiao Chen swept his right hand back without turning his head, and a dazzling divine light passed through—Dimens’s head rolled from his neck, blood spurting high.

It was utterly shocking, a fight that would be remembered as a classic! A Spellmaster who could fly had been pulled down from the void by a martial cultivator—almost unbelievable. It would become a textbook example for martial practitioners opposing Spellmasters.

A spontaneous cheer rose from the watching crowd. Many alliances were already thinking of recruiting Xiao Chen, and several people were preparing to speak with him.

The splendid battle had come to an end. Many discussed it: the first legal duel since the founding of the alliances, and an exceptionally brilliant one. Xiao Chen had inevitably cemented his reputation as a name to reckon with on Dragon Island.

Many extended olive branches, but Xiao Chen politely declined. He did not want to be bound to any one alliance.

He now understood the recent situation completely.

He knew that the coming days on Dragon Island would be both brilliant and brutal. If one’s personal strength was great enough, perhaps they could obtain everything; if not, danger would abound on all sides.

He had heard that some beautiful female practitioners had offered themselves to the founders of certain alliances. And today, he had personally experienced it—a seductive female cultivator had extended a “pink peach branch” to him.

Xiao Chen was a normal man; beautiful women tempted him as well. But he refused. He understood clearly what he needed to do now. On perilous Dragon Island, the first priority was to improve his cultivation. As for the rest… there would be time later.

After the great battle, Xiao Chen was calm. The dangerous and thrilling Dragon Island did not frighten him; on the contrary, it might hold opportunities and challenges.

Some rejoiced, but naturally others fumed. Right now, the Natural Alliance founded by Yalode was seething with frustration and anger. The same went for Tree-Man Valley—how could Zhao Lin’er be pleased?

In the Undying Alliance, Rand was stunned by the news. He and Yan Qingcheng had not watched the fight. He found it hard to believe that Kailuo had been utterly crushed by Xiao Chen.

Yan Qingcheng, a peerless beauty, stood before the magnificent waterfall. A trace of surprise flickered across her face. Xiao Chen’s strength had exceeded her expectations.

The golden-haired Adonis Rand slowly showed a cold smile. “Interesting fellow. I want to test his abilities myself.”

“Don’t act rashly. From the rumors, even if you defeat him, it will be a hard struggle. He is very good at hiding his true strength.” Yan Qingcheng’s countenance was ethereal, dreamlike.

“Hmph. He hides, but I have held back as well.”