Solemn.
Silent.
In that instant, the entire God-Demon Battlefield fell into a bizarre and oppressive silence. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the lone figure atop the dueling platform—as if beholding a supreme Heavenly Emperor, whose words were law, whose voice reshaped the heavens. Irresistible. Absolute. When he spoke, ten thousand laws followed. Resistance was futile—impossible even. One command from his lips could become the law of the world.
Another reversal of the natural order.
A Yang God Realm cultivator had once again overpowered a True Spirit Realm powerhouse. Even if the prodigies of Eternal Night were suppressed on the God-Demon Battlefield, their cultivation and strength limited by the world's laws—rendering them incapable of displaying their full potential—the gap in cultivation still shouldn't have been something so easily crossed. And yet… here it was, defied once more.
"The Thousand-Eyed Demon was just… obliterated? Not even bones left? Vanished without a trace? Where was it taken?"
"Golden Decrees—no matter how overpowering within the same realm—isn't supposed to be this overwhelming. That's an Emperor's Divine Ability. Yi Tianxing walks the path of the Fate Dynasty—the Path of the Emperor. This edict likely stems from a divine ability born of his Primordial Spirit's Three Flowers. It's a divine technique derived from his Dao Fruit and directly tied to his cultivation."
This divine ability's power is tied intimately to one's realm. The stronger the Dao Fruit, the higher the cultivation, the greater its might. As it grows, its potential becomes limitless.
And yet…That logic didn't seem to apply to Yi Tianxing.
The power of his Golden Decrees was simply monstrous.
Of course, without the suppression of the world's laws, Eternal Night's prodigies wouldn't be easy to defeat. But under these conditions—reversal of realms became possible.
"Golden Decrees is a law-type divine ability. It can accomplish almost anything, but it relies on one's own Dao to summon the laws of heaven and earth. Ultimately, it commands those laws to generate force."
"There are only two ways to resist it. One—your strength must be so overwhelming that you're untouchable. Undying. Unextinguishable. Not even Heaven or Earth can erase you. Naturally, the Golden Decrees will be powerless before you. The other—break the Decrees. The technique requires the user to speak aloud to command the laws of the world. If he can't speak, the ability can't activate."
In short, either become so strong the law can't bind you—or silence the speaker. No speech, no edict. A terrifying yet vulnerable power.
No one knew—could anyone truly withstand Yi Tianxing's Golden Decrees?
"Big brother is amazing! That's my brother!"
Zhao Ziyan's smile beamed with pride. This was her brother. Her pride. The surrounding disciples couldn't help but cast envious glances her way. With such a brother, wasn't she the most fortunate person in the world? If they could, who wouldn't want to take her place?
"Brother is the strongest."
In a valley, Nannan stood quietly, eyes fixed on the arena, her gaze growing softer. In her heart, Yi Tianxing had always been the strongest. As long as he was present—even if just from afar—she felt completely safe. That kind of presence… was a gift from the heavens.
In the Great Yi Dynasty's camp, countless generals and soldiers were filled with pride. Their eyes burned with fervent admiration.
This—was their Emperor.
"So the so-called Eternal Night prodigies are just that. Who dares challenge me next?"
Yi Tianxing's eyes swept across the starry sky, gazing at one starlight after another—each representing a peerless Eternal Night genius. He sneered:
"Didn't you already place this Emperor on your Kill List? Come then. If you have the courage, try and kill me. Today, I stand here. Anyone with the guts—come forward."
His voice was filled with utter contempt. A deliberate provocation.
He wasn't being subtle. He was throwing down a challenge—a trap. He knew the arena allowed only one-on-one combat. Despite cultivation gaps, he viewed that difference as surmountable.
This was his opportunity—to slaughter the elites of Eternal Night.
"A human genius... monstrous."
Among the myriad races of the universe, many fell into a heavy silence.
Back then, the human race had been no more than walking blood rations—weak, pitiful. Their flesh and blood freely harvested. And now? In the span of just a few decades, they'd birthed countless peerless prodigies. This rise—it was terrifying.
Eternal Night… fell into silence.
"Golden Decrees isn't invincible. You think this one divine ability is enough to shake Eternal Night? Laughable. Your name is on the Kill List. Taking your head is worth ten thousand others. So tell me—how would you like to die?"
A streak of starlight flashed.
A man stepped onto the platform, pale-faced, with angular Western features—handsome, but exuding an eerie aura. His presence made onlookers instinctively uneasy.
A blood-red cloak billowed behind him, drifting without a scent of blood—but rather a sickly sweet fragrance. He looked at Yi Tianxing and sneered:
"I am Blood Spirit Holy Son of the Evil Blood Clan. I've come for your head."
Without hesitation, a black orb appeared in his hand. The orb radiated strange Daoist energy, floating into the air and releasing a veil of darkness that swallowed the entire dueling platform.
"Hmm?"
Yi Tianxing narrowed his eyes.
He clearly sensed a unique law blanketing the arena. The moment he spoke, no sound came forth. Complete and utter silence.
"Interesting… the Silent Pearl. It renders the battlefield void of sound—specifically to counter my Golden Decrees. Clever. Very clever. No wonder he dared challenge me. Of course, for every ability, there exists a counter. But… how many of my trump cards can you block?"
Yi Tianxing's lips moved calmly. Though no sound came out, it didn't bother him.
The arena remained cloaked in silence.
"Using this to neutralize Golden Decrees… it's brilliant. The Silent Pearl isn't even that rare. If properly collected and deployed, it could be incredibly useful in battle."
Spectators' eyes lit up—this was a viable counter-strategy. Trap the arena in silence, and deny the edict altogether.
No speech. No decree. No Golden Decrees.
Of course, the silence only affected spoken sound—not all divine abilities.
Seeing that Yi Tianxing truly couldn't use the Golden Decrees, the Blood Spirit Holy Son sneered in satisfaction. With a flash of light, he revealed a blood-red banner.
This was no ordinary banner—it was the Evil Blood Spirit Banner. It exuded horrifying power. Wherever its light shone, all corpses and spirits dissolved into blood and merged with the banner, forming a sea of blood.
This sea—called the Evil Blood Spirit Sea—was a terrifying realm that harvested all evil thoughts and malice. Within it, countless Blood Spirits would be born. These entities were nearly indestructible and each possessed bizarre, deadly powers.
As long as the blood sea remained—the spirits were endless.
A single touch from them could invade one's blood, sow corruption, and unleash unspeakable destruction. Once engulfed, the victim would be reduced to a puddle of blood—dying instantly.
The banner, clearly, was a Innate Devil Treasure, feared throughout Eternal Night.
SHUA!
The banner unfurled. Waves of blood surged out like a tidal wave, engulfing the dueling platform. The entire arena became the Blood Spirit Holy Son's domain.
The threat was immense.
Within the sea, vicious blood spirits cackled as they writhed forward, eager to pounce. Their movements were swift—barely traceable—forming a web of death that surged toward Yi Tianxing.
ROAR!! ROAR!!
Yi Tianxing didn't hesitate.
A thought summoned two divine lights behind him. A bone-chilling frost and a searing blaze emerged as two dragons materialized—an Ice Dragon and a Fire Dragon.
In the next instant, the two collided and intertwined—merging into a single majestic form of intertwined blue and red scales.
This was:
Emperor's Dragon Art – Icefire Divine Dragon!! 🔷🔥
True dragons fused into a single divine beast. Ice and fire—two polar opposites—clashed continuously within the fusion, each collision unleashing massive destructive force.
Yet through harmony, their conflict became power.
Each internal clash caused the dragon's power to soar.
This was the Icefire Infinite Nine Heavens technique—each internal collision increasing the dragon's strength until the ninth, after which the fusion would collapse.
BOOM!!
The Icefire Divine Dragon, fully formed, raised a claw and smashed it into the blood sea. In an instant, frost crystals spread rapidly through the entire crimson tide...