BOOM...

Suddenly, the sky exploded with a deafening crack as lightning filled the heavens like a sea.

An ancient bronze war chariot rumbled, bursting forth from the sea of lightning.

High in the air, thunder and flames swirled like a hazy mist.

A hazy figure stood alone on the chariot, facing the crowd. His true appearance was obscured, but his sharp, intimidating eyes were enough to make one feel suffocated.

"This immense aura... how is this possible?!"

Cyan Aura and Lin Tianxue snapped their heads up, their faces filled with disbelief.

Zhang Ye, meanwhile, trembled uncontrollably, looking as if he wanted to charge straight into the sky.

The lightning and fire dissipated, revealing the newcomer’s true appearance.

His black hair danced wildly, and his face was strikingly handsome.

He stood proud and straight as a spear or a sword, his entire body shrouded in a heaven-piercing aura of blood qi.

Moreover, a Black Kun and a Golden Roc flickered around him, transforming into divine symbols of yin and yang. They orbited him, making him look like an emperor on a royal tour.

Fang Yang!

Fang Yang’s sudden appearance, standing alone and indifferent before the assembled heroes, was enough to stun most of the crowd.

The field fell deathly silent. Some felt a chill grip their hearts and couldn’t help but take a step back.

"He’s forging his own unique Kun-Peng Path?!" Zhang Tiansheng and Lin Moran’s expressions changed drastically.

Everyone knew that the best path was one that was uniquely suited to oneself.

But not everyone could take such a step forward from the foundations laid by their predecessors, let alone forge a path to become a Great Saint.

Yet here was Fang Yang, already on that path, his foundation just beginning to solidify!

At this moment, Fang Yang gazed down upon the vast mountain ranges, his aura seeming to swallow the very rivers and mountains.

His domineering presence made everyone wary, too afraid to make a rash move.

Even Sen Cangba’s expression stiffened slightly.

As for the few orchestrating this combat tournament from the shadows—Lin Shenghuang, Chen Kui, and Yuxuan—they all cast strange looks at Sen Wei.

After all, if Fang Yang was determined to walk the path of "unrivaled supremacy," wouldn’t that inevitably pit him against Sen Wei and Sen Yue?

"So you’ve finally stopped suppressing your true nature and decided to fully reveal your edge..."

But unexpectedly, Sen Wei burst into laughter.

Ever since meeting Fang Yang, Sen Wei knew they were the same kind of person.

People like them were destined to be uncontainable.

And that was precisely why she had previously worried her younger sister, Sen Hui, would be hurt by Fang Yang.

But for that very reason, Sen Wei grew even more excited.

She was not destined to be alone on her path to supremacy!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the gazes directed at Fang Yang were a mixture of shock, wariness, and sneers.

Fang Yang, however, simply stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze profound.

Since he intended to become the Tier Three Marquis of Shiwu, and eventually the First Martial King of Tier Three, there was no longer any need to hide his true capabilities.

’My fists will subjugate the mountains and rivers, and it all begins with the Hundred Meridians Martial Gathering!’

...

The rules for the selection trials of the Hundred Meridians Martial Gathering were simple: the strong prevail.

Whoever was left standing at the end would be the undisputed champion of Tier Three, the Marquis of Shiwu.

The rankings of the other martial contestants would be determined by the Saints observing in secret.

RUMBLE...

Once the battle officially began, the field was immediately rocked by a series of explosions and roars.

Some cautiously retreated, while others charged forward without hesitation.

In an instant, lightning flashed across the battlefield, furious winds howled, and ice and snow rained down.

As for Lin Tianxue, Zhang Ye, and Cyan Aura, they hastily backed away, not daring to participate in the fight for the title of Marquis of Shiwu.

However, their gazes all inevitably fell upon Fang Yang.

Fang Yang was their peer, of the same age and generation.

Yet now, he had left them far behind, ready to battle with the senior generation.

He was so far ahead they couldn’t even see his back. How could they not pay close attention?

"Fang Yang!" Zhang Tiansheng roared.

The grudge between the Fang and Zhang lineages needed no explanation.

Thus, while others were still sizing up the situation, Zhang Tiansheng erupted into action, lunging straight for Fang Yang.

With a thunderous crash, the heaven-piercing blood qi behind Zhang Tiansheng condensed into the shape of a mountain, causing the very ground to shake.

It was a terrifying sight; with the phantom of his crimson star attached to it, he looked as if he truly possessed the power to shatter stars with his bare arms.

Such power instantly sent the Fierce Beasts in the Luohe Mountain Range fleeing north in terror. The other contenders, like Lin Moran, also wore grave expressions.

Fang Yang snorted coldly. "Insolent."

At the same time, he thrust his Crimson Purple Battle Lance into the void.

From the spear’s tip, a torrent of lightning and fire erupted once more. Within it, countless Fire Eagle Thunder Carp thrashed about, surging forward with the force of a landslide and a tsunami.

The stream of lightning and fire pierced through the void and, with overwhelming force, obliterated the bloody mountain.

In that instant, Zhang Tiansheng’s body trembled, and the pupils in his eyes contracted sharply.

This scene left Cyan Aura, Zhang Ye, and Lin Tianxue completely dumbfounded.

’A good opportunity...’

From the side, a glint flashed in Lin Moran’s eyes as he aimed his longbow directly at Fang Yang.

Knowing it would be difficult for him to break through the barrier to the Tier Four realm, he had instead immersed himself in studying the arts of combat and killing.

Due to his age and experience, he was the type of old monster that all the young prodigies despised.

At this moment, a massive amount of lightning appeared around his body, making the air seem to twist and distort.

The next moment, he decisively released the bowstring. The arrow shot forth, its destination seemingly unknown.

But high in the distant sky, a sudden roar echoed as smoke and clouds churned.

But Lin Moran’s face turned deathly pale, and he scrambled to escape.

He had hit someone, but it wasn’t Fang Yang—it was Zhang Tiansheng!

Fang Yang might be young, but his combat skills were near perfection, and he clearly didn’t care about saving face.

BOOM...

In the sky, Fang Yang casually let go of the barely breathing Zhang Tiansheng.

He lowered his gaze, looking toward Lin Moran’s fleeing figure.

Immediately, the great wings on his back vibrated, and like a bolt of lightning, he shot through the clouds, diving straight down.

’Damn it, damn it, damn it...’ Alarm bells screamed in Lin Moran’s mind. Every pore in his body seemed to creak under the immense pressure.

But the piercing sound of wind and thunder behind him meant Lin Moran didn’t dare stop for even a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yang was hovering above Lin Moran.

Such incredible speed made Lin Moran’s body go rigid.

Fang Yang swept his longspear, shattering Lin Moran’s lightning shield, deforming his armor, and contorting his face in pain.

RUMBLE... A mountain peak shook and collapsed, burying Lin Moran’s old bones and leaving behind a pool of blood.

Brutal. Utterly brutal!

In just a few exchanges, Fang Yang had crushed Zhang Tiansheng and then suppressed Lin Moran.

This spectacle left everyone on the field utterly shaken.

The other Tier Three Peak cultivators, like Qing Xixi and Yu Yihao, tacitly stopped fighting and began to gradually surround Fang Yang.

They were actually planning to team up and deal with Fang Yang first!

It made sense. If they, the seniors, were to be utterly swept aside by a junior like Fang Yang, wouldn’t that just prove their own incompetence?

They were all renowned experts; none of them were willing to let Fang Yang grandstand and lord it over them.

Unexpectedly, faced with the heroes closing in, Fang Yang just laughed aloud. "A bunch of worthless fools, trying to mimic a swarm of ants devouring an elephant? Come at me together, all of you!"

Fang Yang’s black hair danced wildly, his eyes terrifyingly sharp, their light more brilliant than lightning.

He held his Crimson Purple Battle Lance, which erupted with incomparable radiance.

Vast white flames billowed around him as he took a step forward, ready to begin a terrifying confrontation.

He would suppress all these heroes by himself!

BOOM—

His words struck like a clap of thunder on a clear day, and the expression on everyone’s face changed.

The spectators, like Cyan Aura and Lin Tianxue, were stunned speechless.

Meanwhile, heroes like Yu Yihao, Qing Xixi, and Sen Cangba either sneered coldly or stared with profound depth in their eyes.

Even Sen Wei, hidden in the shadows, narrowed her eyes slightly.