I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Inside the Purple Obsidian Temple, a dark gold throne is encircled in a circle.

The murals on the dome, as deep as the starry sky, were illuminated by the spiritual energy emanating from the councilors, creating a bizarre and fantastical effect.

The seventh councilor's mental projection appeared as a halo that flickered between light and shadow.

His voice caused the air pressure in the entire space to drop suddenly.

"The arrogance of the Ancient Nightmare has dragged the entire race into a quagmire!"

The seventh member's tone rose.

"To provoke the human race now is tantamount to suicide!"

The eleventh member of parliament immediately spoke out in rebuttal.

The projection, resembling a giant serpent, coiled around the throne, its scarlet compound eyes flashing red light.

"Are we supposed to negotiate peace? The Purple Mist City was reduced to ashes by the human race in a single blow! Such a humiliating disgrace—if the Supreme Council doesn't even utter a peep, wouldn't it become a colossal joke!"

"Negotiations or war?"

The second councilor, Hughes, spoke.

"If a full-scale war breaks out now, we will need to invest huge strategic resources to break through the human defenses."

"The most fatal thing is that once a war of this intensity breaks out, the ice giants and blood demons of the North will never lend a hand. They will lurk in the shadows like hyenas that smell blood. We will become cannon fodder to draw the Dragon Kingdom's firepower for them. The military industrial foundation accumulated over hundreds of years will be completely wiped out within three months."

The councilors fell into a deathly silence.

Each member of parliament was weighing the pros and cons in their mind.

Reason told them that Hughes was right.

For the Purple Spirit Clan, becoming cannon fodder to attract hatred is tantamount to annihilation.

However, in terms of both emotions and political standing, the fact that a giant city had been single-handedly slaughtered by a young human is a serious threat, and if no retaliation is taken, the foundation of the Supreme Council's rule will be shaken.

It's like being roasted over a fire, caught in a dilemma.

"Then we will submit a protest statement to the Dragon Kingdom."

The seventh member of parliament broke his silence and attempted to propose a compromise.

"Put all the blame on Gu Yan. Declare to Tianyun Prefecture that this was a private action by Gu Yan's faction and has nothing to do with the Supreme Council. Demand that Tianyun Prefecture punish that human youth. This way, we can maintain the overall neutral stance while also leaving ourselves a way out."

"absurd."

The eleventh senator sneered repeatedly as the python's tail slammed heavily against the armrest of the throne.

"If humans followed such rules, Shen Tian wouldn't have directly cleaved through Zilan City! You spineless cowards are only fit to plot in the shadows!"

The argument broke out again.

Terrifying mental forces collided beneath the dome, creating visible ripples in the space.

The illusory throne trembled slightly under the impact of the energy.

Different factions accused each other, and neither was willing to back down an inch.

Suddenly, Brahma, who was sitting on the first throne, made a move.

The galaxy surrounding him stopped flowing.

The three golden light cores on his face, resembling supernovae, burst forth with dazzling brilliance, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

A vast, peak-level ninth-rank pressure swept across the entire area.

The hall fell silent instantly.

"The eighth member of parliament, the ninth member of parliament, the tenth member of parliament."

"Why wasn't it connected to parliament?"

As Brahma asked the question, everyone's eyes turned to the right.

There, three enormous thrones were completely shrouded in darkness, showing no sign of any spiritual projection.

Normally, even if a member of parliament is in seclusion, they must still send out a wisp of their spirit to be forcibly summoned by the highest-level Eye of Heaven.

The halo around the seventh councilor became disordered.

"Thirty minutes ago, they forcibly bypassed the Supreme Council's restrictive procedures and severed the spiritual connection with the Purple Temple."

"Where did you go?"

Brahma asked.

The seventh councilor raised his head, his gaze revealing a deep sense of helplessness:

"They left a message saying that the dignity of the Purple Spirit Clan cannot be salvaged through negotiation. Now, they have gone to besiege that human boy named Shen Tian."

Hughes's crystal halo suddenly stopped.

A new silence fell over the hall.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the thick thunderstorm clouds were forcibly torn apart by the blue and silver storm, creating a hundred-mile-long corridor.

With the Wings of Time and Space on his back and clad in the Black Dragon Demon Armor, Shen Tian tore through the air at terrifying speed, rapidly approaching the next large city of the Purple Spirit Clan.

"Buzz—"

A deafening sonic boom echoed through the air. Three vast, ocean-like streams of eighth-grade spiritual power transformed into visible pillars of light, piercing through the clouds from three directions and forming a triangle with a diameter of thirty kilometers, completely sealing Shen Tian at its center.

"You destroyed the Purple Mist City and still think you can escape unscathed? Human, you are too arrogant."

A powerful voice, amplified by mental energy, exploded directly in Shen Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

Shen Tianling floated in the air, his eyes scanning his surroundings.

Three enormous figures slowly emerged from the purple burst of spiritual light.

After reaching the eighth rank, the Purple Spirit Clan will completely abandon their original weak physical body and perfectly fuse their pure spiritual essence with their natal puppet, which is created using countless resources, thereby gaining dual immortality on both the physical and spiritual levels.

Directly in front, the puppet of the Eighth Councilor, Fran, resembled a giant jellyfish floating in the deep sea.

Its main body is cast from translucent, deep purple star steel, with liquid spiritual energy pulsating inside.

At the bottom of the jellyfish, hang tens of thousands of nerve tentacles, each hundreds of meters long.

At the end of each tentacle is a blood-red prosthetic eye.

On the left, the Ninth Councilor, Saru's natal puppet is a heavily armed four-armed Asura, standing two hundred meters tall.

The dark tungsten steel armor surface was covered with densely packed spirit patterns.

The tenth councilor on the right, Xiu En, has the most bizarre appearance.

It was a streamlined puppet, shaped like an assassin.

It is only ten meters tall, and two ethereal blades with a faint glow extend from its wrists.

"Three officials of the eighth rank."

Shen Tian raised his right hand, and the top-grade Dao weapon [Divine Punishment] emitted a trembling sound like a dragon's roar.

"It seems your Purple Spirit Clan is truly in a hurry."

"Arrogant."

On the jellyfish-like body of the eighth member of parliament, Fran, tens of thousands of blood-red prosthetic eyes flashed simultaneously.

Shen Tian coldly stared at the three enormous figures that surrounded him.

In mid-air, the dense thunderclouds were forcibly dispersed by three terrifying pressures, forming a hollow zone with a diameter of thirty kilometers.

The airflow completely stopped here, with only the aura of destruction surging wildly.

The eighth councilor, Franna, undulated slightly in the void, his body resembling a giant jellyfish.

Although all three of them simultaneously condensed the origin of spiritual laws.

But each rule has many branches.

Fran cultivates the Law of Annihilation.

The tens of thousands of nerve tendrils hanging from the bottom of his body danced wildly like long whips, and the blood-red prosthetic eyes embedded at the ends locked onto Shen Tian in the center at the same moment.

The colors of the entire sky were instantly drained and transformed into tangible beams of light.

On the left, the 200-meter-tall Asura body of the Ninth Councilor, Saru, emitted a deafening mechanical roar.

His four thick tungsten steel arms collided violently in front of his chest, creating a large amount of dazzling sparks.

Saru roared, activating the laws of the Spirit Abyss.

The surrounding air crackled under the immense pressure, and a layer of plasma appeared on the surface of the tungsten steel armor.

The tenth councilor, Xiu En, located on the right, was the most composed.

The Law of Absolute Spirit.