Giant Tyrant City.
Once one of the three holy lands in the eyes of all cultivators on Manhuang Realm, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Giant Demon Territory and Giant Han Ten Thousand Mountains.
Giant Demon Territory belonged to the Giant Demon Race. Giant Han Ten Thousand Mountains belonged to the Giant Han Race. And Giant Tyrant City had once belonged to the Giant Race.
After the great war nearly a decade ago, the Giant Race fell into decline. Most of Giant Tyrant City lay in ruins, becoming a lawless wasteland where rogue cultivators and mixed powers roamed.
Before the crumbling gates of Giant Tyrant City, three figures in wide black cloaks entered. No one managed the place—no guards, no rules. Pure chaos. In places like such, the biggest fist decided everything.
After a quick scan, Lan An noticed almost all humans here were tall, dark, and reeking of sweat. Even after his training, he had only reached about 1.9 meters—compared to these brutes, he still felt small.
Looking at the towering city gates piercing the clouds, the half-collapsed towers and castles behind them—ancient, desolate, yet heroic and tragic—Lan An couldn't help but sigh.
Standing beneath the gates, the three looked like ants.
The Giant Race worshipped size. The stronger one was, the larger the body. Giant Tyrant City had been built for them—its scale was unimaginable.
When he received Ju Ba Tian's inheritance, the man had asked him to deliver a final message to his descendants. Lan An had never forgotten. It was one of the few things he wanted to accomplish on this star.
But the Giant Race was now in decline, despised by all. Finding them wouldn't be easy. Still, Lan An had no intention of giving up—he would try.
"Let's go." Wu San Niang spoke calmly, leading Lan An and the mutated Man-Chicken inside.
Though cloaked and hooded, Wu San Niang's clear, feminine voice instantly drew attention.
In Giant Tyrant City, males outnumbered females nine to one. A woman's voice became the centre of attention.
Three men nearly three metres tall, wearing black beast-hide, muscles bulging, yellow teeth reeking of rot, laughed coarsely and blocked their path.
The surrounding rogue Body Cultivators were instantly attracted. They whooped and hollered, forming a circle—ready for a show, and perhaps to scavenge leftovers.
"Heh heh, little lady, take off the cloak—let this daddy see! Just your voice already got me hard!" The bald leader leered, drooling.
The other two licked their lips, obvious tents rising in their pants—clearly aroused by Wu San Niang's voice.
In Manhuang Realm, women were rarer than treasures. Wars had been fought over them.
"Strip! Strip! Take it off!"
The crowd roared, laughing maniacally. They were rogue cultivators surviving in harsh wilds—of course they had no manners.
But very quickly, they stopped laughing.
Because one of the three black-cloaked figures vanished.
Reappearing directly above the bald man's head—no words—just a brutal stomp.
Meteor Kick.
"Heh heh, courting death!" The bald man sneered. He was Late Sixth-Turn—somewhat famous. No fear.
"Ape Star Fist!"
Muscles exploded. Both arms swung upward like cannons—air detonating.
BOOM…
CRACK…
Bone-shattering sounds. The bald man's arms shattered completely in everyone's bulging eyes.
And the terrifying kick didn't stop—slamming straight into his bald head.
SPLAT…
Head exploded like a watermelon. Body collapsed—heavy thud. Dead beyond dead.
GULP…
The crowd swallowed hard. A Late Sixth-Turn killed in one kick? They unconsciously stepped back.
Strength alone wasn't scary. Ruthless strength was.
The bald man only spoke crudely—head instantly pulped. Dead beyond dead.
The mutated Man-Chicken understood its master's intent. It vanished—cleanly executing the other two with equal brutality.
Daring to insult master and master's master—kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
It worked. The crowd instantly parted, making way for the three cloaked figures to enter.
As their backs vanished, whispers erupted:
"So strong—one kick crushed a Late Sixth-Turn. Seventh-Turn?"
"Can't tell. Just know they're terrifying!"
"Powerhouses like that coming to this backwater shithole? And bringing a woman?"
"Who knows. Best not to provoke."
…
"Not bad. Already Sixth-Turn. And this guy is…?" Wu San Niang glanced at Lan An's return, then at the mutated Man-Chicken.
With her observation, she instantly saw the creature's decent talent—though still not enough to interest her.
"Picked it up by chance. Worth raising," Lan An grinned, patting the Man-Chicken's shoulder.
"Oh?" Wu San Niang raised a brow. First time her disciple brought back something that wasn't a beauty—and it was a rooster.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
The Man-Chicken crowed at Wu San Niang in greeting. Instinct told it—this female was terrifying.
Lan An noticed the Giant Race stele behind Wu San Niang—his mouth twitched. Master's guts were insane—openly displaying such a treasure in Manhuang?
Reading his thoughts, Wu San Niang smirked indifferently. "Besides the Giant Race, no one has ever seen its true form. Unless someone gets close enough to inspect—no need to worry."
Lan An nodded, eyes shining. "Master, which gate have you reached?"
Eight Gates Escape Armor had eight gates. With her talent, surely one already.
"About to finish the third!" Wu San Niang smiled rarely—heroic face tinged with charm.
COUGH!
Lan An nearly choked. Third gate in less than half a month? This talent was monstrous.
"Come!" Wu San Niang stored the stele, stomped—launched skyward like a cannonball.
In a blink, she was a tiny dot.
"Follow!" Lan An knew this was a test. He chased madly.
The mutated Man-Chicken saw Wu San Niang's jump—soul nearly left its body. My chance to grow stronger! It sprinted on all fours, leaping desperately.
One day later…
Lan An and the Man-Chicken collapsed, panting. Never had simple movement been so exhausting…
Before them: a waterfall thousands of zhang high. Water crashed down like the apocalypse. More terrifying—atop the falls, endless black clouds and lightning. Bolts struck the water—explosions deafening.
In Manhuang Realm, gravity was monstrous—water from such height crushed like mountains. Lightning each strike shook space.
Compared to the second trial's pressure at Sacred Spirit Academy—this was child's play turned nightmare.
Pure forbidden zone.
Manhuang's nature—terrifying.
"Memorise the first four gates. Then train under that waterfall! Dodge the lightning endlessly. Endure the water endlessly. Train until mastered!"
Wu San Niang curved her lips in an evil smile.
Lan An shuddered. Just the water alone could pulp a man. And dodge lightning under that pressure? Now he understood why she wanted Sixth-Turn first—Fifth-Turn Complete couldn't withstand the waterfall's crushing force.
The mutated Man-Chicken paled—pitifully looking at Wu San Niang. Train like that? Possible?
"Don't worry. This old woman will train with you. The first four gates—no better place exists." Wu San Niang said casually, blindfolded herself, and leaped into the waterfall—vanishing.
"Blindfolded?" Lan An instantly understood.
Opening Gate stimulated brain and reaction speed. Blindfolded dodging lightning—perfect training for the first gate.
Rest Gate developed muscles for explosive power—enduring waterfall pressure while dodging lightning forced muscles to max output.
Life Gate hardened skin and defence—like Iron Cloth Shirt, but deeper. Constant waterfall pounding and lightning strikes—ideal.
Speed Gate enhanced leg flexibility and speed—dodging lightning under crushing pressure required exactly that.
No denying—Master was a genius. He thought he'd train gates separately. She combined all four.
"Focus. Accept the incantations!" Lan An told the Man-Chicken, grinning. He had long memorised them—only practical training remained.
The Man-Chicken nodded obediently. Though it didn't know what the stele held, it understood—this was its life's greatest opportunity. It had sworn loyalty to Lan An—he fully trusted it, and its loyal nature had been proven.
After the Man-Chicken memorised the first four gates, Lan An stored the stele for safety.
Then—gritted teeth—both charged into the waterfall…
SPLURT…
Lan An spat blood. The weight on his back felt like a heavenly mountain. The crushing pressure nearly pulverised him. He spat blood, barely standing—forced flat against the water.
BOOM BOOM…
Not over—two lightning bolts struck from the sky. Skin exploded, blood spraying…
The mutated Man-Chicken fared no better—only after memorising the four gates did it go berserk with excitement, knowing this was its chance to soar. It endured, gritting its teeth…
Half a month passed quickly…
During this time, Lan An was no longer human-shaped. But his body gradually adapted to the waterfall's pressure. Mouth constantly reciting Life Gate incantation. Legs trembling—he finally stood. Barely holding his body upright against the endless torrent…
But dodging lightning under such pressure? Still a pipe dream. Even moving a finger was hard.
"The first four gates are just the foundation of this art. Young Master, endure—the fifth gate will be even harsher!" Jin Nhi encouraged.
Lan An's mouth twitched. He couldn't even reply. Ju Ba Tian only reached the fifth gate. Wanting to train all four at once wasn't simple.
But Lan An believed—he would succeed…
"How's the Man-Chicken?" Lan An inhaled deeply, discarding distractions. He closed his eyes, sensing incoming lightning—body inching aside to dodge.
SPLURT…
Blood sprayed—he was blasted away…
…
Unknowingly, half a year passed…
Yuelong Star Realm.
In this half-year, the entire Yuelong Star Realm drowned in the stench of blood. People lived in terror.
At first, small cities and weak forces vanished overnight—hundreds of millions gone, from First to Fifth Grade. Even Multitude Treasure Pavilion branches disappeared. The great powers took notice—behind small forces stood larger ones.
Hundreds of investigators—led by Harmony Realm experts—were sent. Traps set in low-grade territories.
All vanished without trace.
Pressure crushed the star. Low-grade forces lived in dread—afraid to wake and find their sect erased.
When the needle finally poked through the sack, the culprits grew bolder—targeting Seventh, even some Eighth-Grade forces. Survivors escaped.
The stench of blood never ceased. Lưu Ảnh Ngọc spread.
The entire star exploded seeing: Crimson-robed attackers using pure blood for attack and defence—Blood Spirit Sect.
Though thought destroyed by Rear Palace Master—now, under pressure, the Sect Master declared war on the entire star, arrogance unmatched.
Countless experts sneered—thought them suicidal. Even Rear Palace never dared such madness.
Blood Spirit Sect ignored. In one month, they revealed terrifying power—relocating underground base, showing part of their strength.
They seized the infamous Four Continents Danger Zone—centre of Yuelong Star Realm, bordering all four continents.
A land of savage beasts, treacherous terrain, thin spiritual energy—rarely visited. Now claimed as Blood Emperor Domain—Blood Spirit Sect's new capital. They invaded all four continents, slaughtering wildly.
In half a year, Blood Emperor Domain expanded endlessly. Death never stopped. Resentment pierced the heavens. Some rogue Harmony Realm experts charged in to "uphold justice"—crushed, including Late Harmony.
Blood Emperor Domain—like a bottomless abyss, devouring all who entered.
Then—they unleashed a group of youths under 500 years old. Calling themselves Blood Emperor Princes—to flaunt power and crush the star's morale. They challenged Golden Board geniuses across the star. Many Golden Board geniuses fell to Blood Emperor Princes.
No one dared underestimate Blood Emperor Domain anymore. It became the top extermination target.
But the question: why so strong?
Under boiling pressure, Heavenly Secret Pavilion declared: Blood Emperor Domain invaders from another star—aim to conquer Yuelong Star Realm. All four continents must unite, cease internal strife, destroy the foreign enemy.
The star realm exploded—then awoke. Explained Blood Spirit Sect's sudden monstrous rise—surpassing Ninth-Rank forces.
Some still doubted—too fantastical. If mishandled, could doom Yuelong Star Realm's cultivation world.
To silence doubt, Multitude Treasure Pavilion and the Four Great Academies confirmed Heavenly Secret Pavilion's statement.
Doubt crushed.
Sensitive clan heads realised: Destroying Blood Emperor Domain required not individual or single continent strength—but the entire cultivation world united.
Thus—the Exterminate Blood Alliance was about to form.
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