The central plaza of Cloud Heaven City plunged into a suffocating silence, as if freezing water had been poured over the area, silencing the usual bustling noise of the grand markets and practitioner gathering grounds.
Passersby, merchants, and spectators—who were accustomed to seeing the scions of the Zhao family strut through the city alleys with absolute arrogance and haughtiness—froze in place, their eyes wide with sheer disbelief at what they were witnessing.
The eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Feng, who possessed the “Fiery Tiger Body” and was considered one of the most prominent young geniuses in the province, was now kneeling in a humiliating posture upon the plaza’s stone tiles.
His hand, which had moments ago brandished a blazing whip, was trapped within the grip of a strange, white-haired youth with eyes burning like crimson cosmic nebulas.
This was no mere pause in a battle, but a complete shattering of every prestige and concept of power that had reigned in this city for decades.
The fiery whip, specially crafted from rare wild beast hides and capable of melting volcanic rock, felt like a fragile toy in Dark’s palm, halted without the slightest effort.
Zhao Feng felt as though his mind had temporarily ceased to function; the searing pain that should have torn through his opponent’s hand never materialized.
Instead, he felt his own Fiery Tiger spiritual energy being sucked out and frozen within his veins by a terrifying aura the likes of which he had never encountered in the deepest texts of the major sects.
“You…
just who on earth are you?!” Zhao Feng finally managed to force the words past a dry, choked throat, blood pooling in his eyes from the immense pressure exerted by the Divine Elephant technique weighing down his physical frame.
His handsome, arrogant face had transformed into a pale mask of horror and disgrace as he fought desperately to move his limbs, but they were pinned by invisible chains of absolute sovereign power.
Dark did not answer immediately.
He kept his cold gaze fixed on the youth kneeling beneath him, while the depths of his sea of consciousness buzzed with the rapid data processing of the sovereign system.
The luxurious golden-arched screen materialized before him to announce the successful completion of the linking and plundering process with overwhelming success:
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[ Connection and Instant Plunder Report ]
• New Linked Target: Zhao Feng (Eldest Son of the Zhao Family)
• Stolen and Integrated Talent: [Fiery Tiger Body] -> Harmonized and evolved to become part of the user’s physical aura.
• Copied and Evolved Techniques:
* [Dragon Flame Fist] -> Evolved into [Chaotic Destructive Dragon Fist]
• Completely Plundered Resources:
* 1,000 High-Grade Spirit Stones.
* Pure Fiery Pearl Pill.
• Ongoing Multiplication Rate (100x): The flow of multiplied energy and resources has been activated and channeled directly to the user’s reserve.
• Newly Awakened Divine Elephant Technique Cells: [ 52 / 840,000,000 cells ]
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Dark felt a searing, pure torrent of Fiery Tiger energy surge through his muscle pathways, blending seamlessly with the cells of the Divine Elephant Technique, whose awakened count now reached fifty-two cells.
Every additional cell was not merely a numerical increase, but the awakening of a dormant volcano within his body, granting him endurance and toughness sufficient to take direct hits from advanced-stage practitioners without a single muscle twitching on his face.
“Your Fiery Tiger Body…
in the story’s writings, it seemed merely a tool to annoy the protagonists,” Dark spoke in a deep, calm voice carrying a magical resonance that sent a shudder down the spine of anyone within earshot.
“But now, it has become a minor energy source feeding the pathways of my own technique.
You should feel honored that your cells will contribute to the rise of a sovereign entity untouched by fate.”
Before Zhao Feng could comprehend the meaning of Dark’s enigmatic words, Dark released a subtle flash of his sovereign immunity aura.
The youth collapsed unconscious onto the stone tiles, shedding every ounce of pride and arrogance he had ever flaunted before the residents of Cloud Heaven City.
His escorting horsemen, who had just regained consciousness after the first aura wave dissipated, stared at the sight of their fallen young leader in paralyzing terror.
Not a single one dared draw a sword or sound an alarm; instead, they retreated with trembling steps, eyes wide with panic, fully realizing they stood before a cosmic monster no power in this city could hope to face.
Meanwhile, Qing’er stood directly behind Dark, witnessing with renewed awe how one of Cloud Heaven City’s most arrogant young talents had been reduced to an unconscious shell with a single touch.
The young girl felt a strange, warm energy coursing through her veins; thanks to the ongoing connection and multiplication network (100x), Zhao Feng’s stolen energy did not go to waste, instead reflecting back manifold to stabilize her cultivation in the Foundation Establishment stage.
It caused the Cold Wind aura swirling around her to sparkle with a pure, astonishing clarity that would evoke the envy of any expert in the major sects.
“Master…” Qing’er whispered faintly, a mix of absolute respect and cautious anticipation in her voice: “The Zhao family holds overwhelming influence in this city, boasting elders and experts in the Core Formation stage, and even higher, alongside their close alliance with the City Lord.
Once news of Zhao Feng’s downfall reaches the family estate, they will mobilize their full might to fight us.”
Dark glanced toward the horizon where the luxurious manors of the Zhao family rose in the northern sector of the city, and smiled with a cold, sardonic smirk.
He spoke in a calm voice devoid of the slightest trace of worry:
“Let them bring everything they have.
As long as the Zhao family possesses resources, inheritances, and bloodlines, their coming to us saves me the trouble of hunting them down one by one.
We do not run from storms, Qing’er…
we make storms bow beneath our feet.”
Barely moments passed before the news spread through the streets of Cloud Heaven City like wildfire.
In the trade market, the noble alleys, and the taverns frequented by practitioners, everyone fell silent, exchanging looks of shock and panic:
* “Did you hear the news?
The eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Feng, was crushed and humiliated in the central plaza by a strange white-haired youth!”
* “Impossible!
Who would dare touch the Zhao family in their own backyard?
Don’t they know the Grand Elder of the Zhao family is at the advanced Core Formation stage?”
* “I saw it with my own eyes!
The white-haired youth didn’t even move; with a single touch, Zhao Feng passed out, and the guards fled like terrified mice!”
The entire city was boiling like a cauldron of hot water.
Inside the main estate of the Zhao family, situated behind ornate walls and heavy spiritual fortifications, the situation resembled a devastating earthquake.
“What did you say?!
Repeat what you just uttered!”
Angry, thunderous roars echoed within the grand hall of the Zhao family mansion, where Zhao Tianxiong, the patriarch of the Zhao family and a man radiating the terrifying might of Core Formation Stage – Level 8, stood infuriated, his face congested with pent-up blood.
Before him on the ground, a surviving horseman knelt and trembled, tears streaming down his face as he recounted the details of what had befallen the young master in the central plaza.
it is absolute truth!” the horseman wept in a shaky voice.
“The strange white-haired youth with crimson eyes didn’t use any weapon!
He struck down the young master with a single look and a terrifying aura that left everyone unable to breathe!
Guard reports also confirm he destroyed the entire Sword of Radiance Sect just a short while ago!”
Zhao Tianxiong’s face ignited with a blind fury he had never experienced in his long life.
The Sword of Radiance Sect destroyed?
And now the honor of the Zhao family trampled in broad daylight at the heart of their own capital?
He roared in a voice that shook the entire palace walls:
“Vile scoundrels!
Does any creature on this earth dare challenge the authority of the Zhao family in Cloud Heaven City?!”
Zhao Tianxiong turned toward the shadowy corners of the hall, where three powerful family elders—all at advanced stages of Core Formation—slowly emerged, their lethal auras filling the space.
He spoke in a voice dripping with blood and vengeance:
“Fully mobilize the Enforcement Division!
Gather five hundred elite family fighters!
We are going to the central plaza ourselves, and I won’t just sever this white-haired youth’s head—I will make his soul burn in the fires of eternal hell to serve as a warning to anyone who thinks the Zhao family has grown weak!”
The events flared back to life in the central plaza of Cloud Heaven City.
Dark had not budged from his spot, continuing to observe the flow of the streets with complete calm, as if the entire world revolved in its own orbit.
Qing’er stood beside him, feeling her continuous growth in power, while the prone Zhao Feng groaned with returning consciousness, only to find himself surrounded by the contemptuous and pitying gazes of the swelling crowd of passersby.
Suddenly, the ground violently shuddered beneath their feet, and dense yellow and red lights shot up into the city sky, blocking out the sunlight.
The thunderous echo of hundreds of spiritual warhorses’ hooves and sharp shouts pierced the heavens:
“Make way!
The Zhao family comes to execute the heretic!”
A massive, terrifying procession appeared on the horizon of the main street; hundreds of fighters clad in black armor and holding blazing weapons advanced at breakneck speed, surrounding three elders whose faces bore expressions of absolute slaughter.
At the forefront, Patriarch Zhao Tianxiong rode a colossal spiritual beast bearing blazing lances, his eyes shooting sparks as he fixed his gaze directly upon the white-haired youth standing with utter nonchalance in the center of the plaza.
“You are the intruder who dares humiliate the Zhao family?!” Zhao Tianxiong bellowed with a thunderous voice that shook the entire plaza, halting his mount a mere few meters away from Dark, while five hundred soldiers completely encircled the area, bent on turning the place into a sea of blood.
Qing’er’s eyes widened slightly in fear of this terrifying horde, but Dark did not even blink.
He slowly raised his gaze, his crimson eyes sweeping over the Zhao family army with absolute contempt, ready to write a new chapter of blood and absolute dominion in the history of this world.
”Thank you for reading Chapter 7!
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