Chapter 58: My Territory

Upon the blood-stained altar, Shu Mu Night stood frozen, his gaze locked onto the corpse at his feet. A burning pain flared across his cheek.

Had he just been slapped?

He could hardly believe it himself. A mere native, only at the Eight-Seal level—

Had actually dared to slap him?

Impossible!

“I am Wang Jie, and on behalf of all Hua Xia people on Blue Star, I offer you this slap! Hahahaha!” Wang Jie bellowed, his laughter filled with unrestrained delight.

Shu Mu Night lifted his head, his once-calm eyes now boiling with murderous intent. He had never hated anyone as much as he hated this man now. That slap would haunt him for the rest of his life. He would ensure that Wang Jie was ground into dust.

With a sharp gust of wind, Shu Mu Night moved—one moment on the altar, the next before Wang Jie. His right fist shot forward, imbued with Celestial Power, while Wang Jie raised his arm in response, his Qi and Strength fused, his Seal Power surging as he countered.

Boom! Boom!

Both were blasted backward, coughing up blood.

Like before, their battle was reckless, but this time, it was also brutal. Neither defended, neither cared about the opponent’s blows. They had only one objective—to destroy the person before them.

Shu Mu Night’s rage had driven him beyond reason.

Wang Jie, standing atop the altar, felt as if countless hands were supporting him from behind.

Don’t fall.

Keep fighting.

Bang!

A punch struck Shu Mu Night, but at the same time, Wang Jie felt his own bones crack. And yet, an unseen force kept him standing.

From afar, across the Three Great Bases and Armor One Sect, countless eyes watched as blood clashed against blood, as primal combat turned into a grotesque display of carnage.

No one knew how many blows had been exchanged. Wang Jie staggered back, his body completely numb, pain having long since faded. Opposite him, Shu Mu Night’s hair was soaked in blood, his face splattered with crimson, his right arm hanging limp.

He regretted it.

Regretted not killing this man sooner.

He could have done it easily.

Regretted not ending him during the Flute Method—he had the chance then, too.

Wang Jie let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know who you are or how high your status is. But this is Blue Star—my territory.”

“And in my territory, you don’t belong.” With those words, he lunged once more.

Shu Mu Night stared at Wang Jie’s face, as if etching it into his soul for eternity.

Then—

Crack!

Wang Jie’s fist smashed into Shu Mu Night’s face, sending him hurtling downward, crashing onto the corpses below the altar.

Even Wang Jie was shocked. Did… did he just land that hit so easily?

Looking down, he saw Shu Mu Night sprawled amidst the dead, his blood dyeing his face red.

But then—

Through that blood, Shu Mu Night’s eyes opened, and Wang Jie’s heart trembled.

The man’s gaze had returned to an eerie, abyss-like calmness.

Lying within the mountain of corpses, he simply watched Wang Jie.

In Armor One Sect, Ting He turned pale, covering her mouth.

That look terrified her.

All around, disciples instinctively backed away. What kind of eyes were those? A gaze birthed from the abyss, devouring all in its path. Just being stared at made their scalps tingle with fear.

Above, thick clouds loomed once more, the scent of blood growing heavier in the air.

Looking down at Shu Mu Night’s unmoving form, Wang Jie felt an unprecedented chill of danger seep into his bones.

He had not won.

Not yet.

Far across the sea, Chu Yao sat, gazing into the distance. Aside from Wang Jie, he was the only one who could see what was happening.

From within the clouds, an eye peered down upon the altar.

“This is troublesome. I doubt we’ll be able to take him alive. Hopefully, we can at least recover a corpse. That wrist guard, though… that’s interesting.” He scratched his head and sighed in frustration.

Upon the altar, Shu Mu Night slowly sat up. He lifted his gaze to Wang Jie, rubbing his blood-stained face. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this way. That punch actually woke me up.”

His voice was chillingly indifferent.

“Even ants, when gathered, can breach a dam. So what’s a slap?”

“Wang Jie, you are the first to ever slap me, Shu Mu Night. I will remember you—forever.”

He struggled to his feet, his grievous wounds making even standing a challenge. “But this ends now. Your willpower may have withstood my Flute Method, but what about another Celestial Method? Do you remember Heavenly Prefecture Base?”

Wang Jie’s pupils shrank as a memory surfaced—Shu Mu Night, single-handedly lifting an entire base with nothing but pure Celestial Power.

An impossible feat.

Shu Mu Night smiled. “I never liked that Celestial Method—it’s crude. But for you? It’s perfect. I held back at first, worried about killing too many Blue Star creatures. But…”

He took a step forward.

“There are still millions left.”

“This third altar—let’s use humans.”

As his words fell, he stepped to stand before Wang Jie once more.

The wind died.

The clouds thickened, pressing upon the battlefield like an unseen weight.

Insect Xuan, lying atop his insect mount, silently closed his eyes.

He knew—

Shu Mu Night had been truly enraged.

Even an ordinary man wouldn’t recover from a slap so quickly, let alone someone of Shu Mu Night’s stature. He had not reached his position because Sincere One Dao had propped him up. He had walked this path himself.

He had the heart.

He had the will.

And he had the strength to endure beyond normal men.

But the price for that slap had to be paid.

A million lives.

The third altar.

That was the cost.

And in the end—

No one at the Eight-Seal level could stand against him.

Wang Jie watched Shu Mu Night, his gaze sharp as he observed the Star Force flowing across Shu Mu Night’s body. Before, he couldn’t comprehend it, but now, having cultivated Qi, he could see just how effortlessly Shu Mu Night wielded Star Force. Was this Star Method? Compared to that, his own use of Seal Power was crude beyond belief.

“I have a question for you.”

“If I kill you, what will happen?” Wang Jie’s voice was soft, yet in the silence of the seashore, the wind carried it far, far enough for all the Trial Participants to hear—and far enough for the members of Armor One Sect to hear as well.

Everyone turned to him in shock. Did he still have something up his sleeve?

Shu Mu Night’s eyes were deep and unwavering. “It won’t implicate Blue Star because, whether you can kill me or not, Blue Star is already doomed to be staked down. Everything Armor One Sect promised you was undoubtedly false.”

He had never said these words before—he never cared. But now, he was willing to tell this native, this man he would never forget in his lifetime. Honesty was the last respect he could offer him.

Wang Jie understood. He exhaled deeply, lifting his gaze to the sky. The clouds covered the sun, blocking its light, but his eyes seemed to pierce through the endless stars, looking toward Armor One Sect, toward Wen Si Yuan and the others. “I know you’re watching. Keep watching.” He raised his hand, thumb extended toward the heavens—then turned it downward. “You, high and mighty beings, are truly disgusting.”

At Armor One Sect, by the lakeside, everyone stood frozen. This native—was he humiliating them?

“Hahaha!” Shu Mu Night burst into laughter. “Well said! But I, too, am high and mighty, Wang Jie. If you have the guts, then kill me!”

As his voice fell, his Star Force surged in his palm. Visible shockwaves rippled outward, pushing the thick clouds even higher, the earth sinking under the sheer pressure. A crimson mist of blood exploded into the air like a violent storm.

Star Method: Titan Might.

Wang Jie raised his hand. A gray stream of Qi swirled in his palm, flattening the void, and from within it, he drew out an IOU Slip.

It had been six months.

Six months since he had used this power to kill Hu Guan. And now, it was time again.

He had delayed, not just to grow stronger, but for this moment.

A wrist guard. An IOU Slip.

These were his only two chances against Shu Mu Night.

He took out a brush and signed it—Breezy Wanderer Who Does Not Return.

Come now. Let’s see how much power I can borrow.

Shu Mu Night’s gaze locked onto Wang Jie’s movements, his pupils tightening in astonishment. “Bridging Technique?”

The members of Armor One Sect were equally shocked. The cosmos held endless Combat Techniques, many far more mystical than this. Yet, among the Eight Seals, none possessed such an ability. There was only one possibility—this was the Bridging Technique.

They never expected a mere native to possess it.

Shu Mu Night recalled Wang Jie’s words just now. He couldn’t wait any longer. He stepped forward, the Flesh and Blood Altar compressing under the immense force, causing a waterfall of blood to cascade down. He launched his fist at Wang Jie, a strike so powerful that the entire Blue Star seemed to tremble.

This punch was the pinnacle of his Eight Seal strength, fusing borrowed power with Star Method—his absolute strongest attack.

He never intended to break into Nine Seals. If he needed a higher realm to defeat a mere native, it would be more humiliating than a slap to his face.

The IOU Slip curled and vanished into the swirling gray Qi. Wang Jie’s body ignited with Seal Power. Eight streams of energy tore through his clothing as he twisted his torso and clenched his fist.

He met the attack head-on.

Boom!

The heavens and earth clashed. The colossal forces collided, igniting a storm of lightning that rained down upon the battlefield. The thick clouds evaporated in an instant, yet the distorted shockwaves warped the sky, turning it even darker. The terrifying pressure surged across the land and ocean alike.

The world shook. Devastating shockwaves rippled outward, their impact centered on Wang Jie and Shu Mu Night. Each collision thundered like an earth-shattering roar.

Shu Mu Night’s pupils shrank. He hadn’t expected Wang Jie to block his Titan Might Star Method. Impossible. No one at the same level could defeat him. Not those others, and certainly not this native.

Wang Jie locked eyes with Shu Mu Night. His right arm burst open with ruptured veins, blood splattering through the air. His eyes and ears oozed crimson streaks.

He couldn’t step back. Not even one step.

He had to press forward.

To win. Regardless of Blue Star’s fate, he had to win just this once.

This was Blue Star’s final roar.

They had lived peacefully. Why should they be subjected to trials?

Were they not people?

Did they not have families? Parents? Children?

They had lives too.

If resistance was futile, then he would throw everything into this single punch—

For Blue Star. For Hua Xia. For humanity.

Crack!

Lightning split the heavens. Wang Jie ground his teeth so hard that they shattered. His knees threatened to give way under the sheer force, but Qi surged through his body, sustaining him. Seal Power pushed forward relentlessly.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Shu Mu Night unleashed his Star Force to its absolute limit, his hair standing on end as he tried to push forward.

Wang Jie roared.

A thousand meters above the ground, gazing down at the earth, his skin split apart, his bones cracked one by one, but he refused to falter. He connected Qi to his body. He connected Seal Power to his soul.

Just this once. Let him win just this once.

Beneath his feet, the corpses of tens of thousands upheld him.

Win.

Crack!

Shu Mu Night’s arm split apart. He stared at his fist in shock. His power was leaking. His Star Force was dissipating.

How?

Wang Jie stepped forward. “Get off Blue Star!”

His fist crashed into Shu Mu Night’s face, sending him hurtling from the Flesh and Blood Altar and slamming into the ground.

Like a falling star, Shu Mu Night crashed into the earth, just as he had when he first descended upon Blue Star.

But this time, he lay on the ground, a deep crack splitting across his forehead, half his body broken, his blood soaking the battlefield.

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