A hundred cultivators surrounded Alexander Magnus.
Each of them bore killing intent.
Each of them thought they had an opportunity.
And yet—none of them realized the absurdity of their actions.
Alexander stood there, arms relaxed behind his back.
One against a hundred.
Grandmaster Realm cultivators.
Elders from hidden sects.
Prodigies with ancient bloodlines.
All had conspired to eliminate him.
And yet—
He did not move.
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The First Strike
A warrior from the Crimson Drake Sect, his body surging with draconic energy, lunged forward.
His fists burned with golden-red flames, forming the shape of a primordial dragon's maw.
"Die, Alexander Magnus!"
BOOM!
The attack tore through the air, shattering the ground—
—only to hit nothing but an afterimage.
Before the attacker could react—
CRACK!
A single backhand slap landed across his face.
The impact was so great that the sound barrier shattered.
The warrior's body flew backward like a comet, spinning uncontrollably before slamming into a distant mountain, leaving behind a crater.
Instant defeat.
The other cultivators stiffened.
"...Impossible."
That attack was backed by peak Grandmaster Realm strength, enough to shatter mountains.
And yet, Alexander deflected it with a casual slap.
Cold sweat formed on the backs of those still standing.
But it was too late to back out.
They had already made their move.
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Slaughter Begins
A formation master activated an immortal-grade suppression array, sealing space around Alexander.
"Now! Kill him while he's trapped!"
A dozen cultivators unleashed their strongest techniques at once.
Sword lights.
Thunderbolts.
Divine flames.
Torrents of qi.
The sky darkened from the sheer power of the combined attacks.
A massive explosion erupted, engulfing the battlefield in a sea of destruction.
The watching prodigies smirked.
"Even if he's strong, he can't possibly survive that."
But before their smirks could settle—
A purple-golden glow erupted from within the smoke.
Alexander walked out.
Untouched.
Not a single scratch.
His Overlord Saint Body had passively nullified everything.
He exhaled.
And with that breath—
BOOM!
The formation shattered instantly.
The formation master coughed up blood, his soul nearly collapsing from the sheer force of Alexander's breath alone.
"T-this… this is not human!"
Alexander tilted his head slightly.
His voice was calm. Unbothered.
"Are you finished?"
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The Counterattack
The remaining cultivators were now in pure panic.
But fear breeds recklessness.
One of them—a young genius from the Celestial Thunder Palace—let out a roar.
"We have the numbers! We can still kill him!"
He activated his Heavenly Thunder Physique, his body crackling with lightning tribulation energy.
Countless lightning spears descended from the sky, each capable of turning a mountain into ash.
But just as they reached Alexander—
A single golden light erupted from his body.
Saint Vision— Great Sun Divine Furnace
BOOM!
The sky ignited in divine fire.
The thunder spears evaporated.
And the genius from the Celestial Thunder Palace?
He screamed in agony as golden flames engulfed him.
His entire physique melted in an instant.
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Total Annihilation
The remaining cultivators finally understood.
This wasn't a battle.
This was execution.
But before they could flee—
Alexander took a single step forward.
And with that step—space itself collapsed.
BOOM!
A shockwave exploded outward, sending the remaining attackers flying in all directions.
Some crashed into distant peaks, their bones shattering on impact.
Others vanished in flashes of golden fire, erased from existence.
The entire battlefield fell into absolute silence.
Of the hundred assassins and warriors that had surrounded him…
Not a single one remained standing.
Alexander exhaled lightly.
"What a waste of time."
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Outside Reactions
The moment the battle ended, the watching forces trembled.
From the Celestial War Arena—
The grand elders of powerful sects clenched their fists.
"This youth… He has no rivals."
Even the ancient demons watching from the shadows narrowed their eyes.
A massive beast king from the distant Demonic Abyss growled in his deep voice.
"If he reaches the immortal realms, no one can stop him."
In the VIP stands—
Kael Vortanis, the warlord general, crushed the armrest of his chair.
His aura surged. Killing intent boiled in his veins.
"…This cannot be allowed."
If Alexander Magnus was already this strong now—
What would he become in a century?
A thousand years?
A supreme overlord above all living beings?
Kael's fingers clenched into a fist.
One truth was now clear to every force watching.
Alexander Magnus was no longer just a prodigy.
He was a walking catastrophe.
And if he wasn't stopped soon—
The world itself would bow before him.