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Chapter 455: Not Bound by Prizes.
The night sky above the Grand Sanctuary shimmered faintly under the glow of the moon.The crowd, still echoing from Amon Pecunia’s thunderous announcement, sat in stunned disbelief.Amon Pecunia’s words were not just simple words—especially to those who had attended the auction.The moment his voice echoed through the sanctuary, realization struck the seasoned powerhouses like a thunderclap.Every merchant, noble, and cultivator who had witnessed that legendary auction understood what his declaration truly meant.From his words, it was clear: Amon still possessed two more Saint-grade artifacts personally crafted by Master Deyton Juda.The very name sent ripples through the air.Those who knew of Deyton’s works knew they were more than mere treasures—they were relics of history, infused with the essence of divinity and mastery beyond comprehension.To say one possessed even a single artifact forged by his hands was to announce power on par with powerhouses.And yet, here was Amon Pecun
Chapter 454: Additional prizes.
The bells that resonated everywhere signifying midnight continued to echo through the vast dome of the Grand Sanctuary of Greatness.Their deep, metallic hum rolled like thunder across the night, reverberating through the marble walls and crystal arches, stirring the hearts of all present.One after another, the remaining 128 participants emerged from their resting quarters within the sanctuary—each figure cloaked in focus, determination, and a faint shimmer of aura.The waiting area once again buzzed with life, filled with low murmurs and the subtle pulse of mana.The enormous enchanted panels above flickered to life,first displaying the names of the competitors for the second round then shifted to the battlefieds.Without wasting time, the first sixteen participants—the first group of the second round—stepped forward toward their respective arenas.Boots struck the tiled floor in rhythm, echoing beneath the grand arches as the crowd stirred.Among this group was Lukan Maser, his cal
Chapter 453: Midnight bells.
Two hours before midnight.Far away from Florentis City, deep within the emerald wilderness of the Phantom Petal Region, the wind howled softly through a range of towering cliffs draped in lush greenery.Waterfalls cascaded down the sides, their silver streams glinting faintly beneath the pale moonlight.Atop one of these cliffs stood the Oblivion Orchid Sect, its sprawling compound veiled in mist and surrounded by ancient orchids that shimmered faintly with energy.The atmosphere was tranquil — serene even — but within the Sect Leader’s quarters, the calm of the night was broken by a heated conversation.Inside, under the dim glow of violet lanterns, voices clashed like hidden blades.“Father, why did you let Lukan go to Florentis City alone?”The voice belonged to a tall man with silver eyes and long, dark-blue hair that cascaded down his shoulders — Lukas Maser, elder son of the Sect Leader.His tone was firm but edged with frustration. “It’s far from here, and that city is crawlin
Chapter 452: Five Hours to Midnight.
Those who were focused on the battlefield between Lukan Maser and Iguana had their mouths agape — silent, frozen, and utterly unable to comprehend what had just unfolded.The echoes of Iguana’s screams still resounded through the Grand Sanctuary, high-pitched and raw, scraping against the silence that followed the clash.His voice tore through the tension like a knife, and for a brief moment, the air itself seemed to tremble.All across the stands, the expressions were the same — widened eyes, clenched jaws, disbelief.Even those who had been mid-cheer found their voices dying in their throats. It was as if the entire audience had been slapped by something invisible.Two of the guards stationed near each of the eight battlefields immediately rushed toward the scene, their armor clattering against the floor.The moment the protective barrier surrounding Lukan’s battlefield shimmered and dissipated, they darted inside, surrounding the fallen Iguana, whose body convulsed in agony.He scr
Chapter 451: The Stillness and the Blur.
Daku among the stands.“Mmmh… I can tell all the way from here that this person is dangerous. Lukan Maser, huh,” Daku thought as his eyes sharpened, watching the battlefield where Lukan stood.“He gives the same vibe as the Young Master,” Daku mused quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.“Fascinating… we’re going to watch something interesting, after all.I’ve never seen even half of Young Master Oasis’s true strength—perhaps this Lukan will be the one to push him to that point.”At the same time, within the battlefield where Lukan stood, the atmosphere was taut with invisible pressure.Lukan was composed like a sculpted figure of calm.His azure robe shimmered faintly, made of high-grade fabric that glowed under the waning sunlight—each thread inscribed with runic patterns of protection and flow.His dark hair was tied neatly back, not a strand out of place, and his posture exuded refined discipline.His eyes glimmered with vitality, deep and tranquil like the surface of a still
Chapter 450: Mountain of the Tournament.
The fight for the second group ended, and group after group took the stage.Some matches were short, resolved in a flurry of movement and techniques, while others dragged on longer, some bloody and fierce,yet the crowd never wavered — their cheers and applause cascading through the sanctuary like waves.The sun slowly dipped toward the horizon, painting the marble and crystal of the Grand Sanctuary of Greatness in golden hues, signaling the end of the first round.Finally, the last group of sixteen participants, the final sixteen out of the original 256, ascended the stage.They moved with confidence, standing before their opponents on one of the eight battlefields.Among them, Iren Booker smirked with a predatory edge, his eyes scanning for weakness.In another field, Antonov Gallado stood poised, his aura calm and disciplined.And across yet another battlefield, Elanor Bal held herself like a poised statue of grace and lethal potential.A hush fell across the sanctuary — a tense si
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