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

The sky trembled, and the endless sea wailed.

Three vast forces of ninth-order laws, carrying the power to crush everything, pressed frantically towards the lone black-clad figure in the center.

Three distinct colors completely filled the void.

Shen Tian raised his eyelids, his clear eyes reflecting the devastating blow that was hurtling towards him.

He raised his right hand, curled his fingers inward, and clenched it into a fist.

The mere act of clenching his fist caused the collapsing space around him to come to a standstill.

A purplish-gold aura seeped out from his pores.

The thick, viscous blood and qi clung tightly to Shen Tian's skin, transforming him into an ancient deity forged from purple and gold.

Eternal Overlord Body, Physical Sainthood.

This body, which survived the self-destruction of a tenth-order god and underwent the baptism of the world's origin, has a density and strength that far exceeds the comprehension of the Blue Star people.

The power of creation surged through his veins, producing a roar like a great river bursting its banks.

Shen Tian pulled his right arm back slightly, and stepped into the air while in a lunge position.

The void beneath their feet suddenly collapsed, creating a black crater tens of meters in diameter. It was the pure power of the physical body that shattered the spatial barrier.

Then, he threw a punch.

The moment the fist was thrown, it broke through the limits of the Blue Star's atmosphere, detonating ring after ring of white sonic boom clouds.

The air in front of the fist was instantly sucked out, forming an absolute vacuum channel that stretched for thousands of meters.

The purplish-gold fist imprint transformed into a roaring dragon, colliding head-on with the twelve-kilometer-long blazing white aurora.

After returning to Earth, Shen Tian was able to connect with the power of heaven and earth.

The power they wield is far greater than what they could achieve in the Ruins Continent.

boom--!

A dazzling sphere of light exploded in mid-air, as if a second sun were rising from the endless sea.

The blazing white aurora that Augustus transformed into was said to have a temperature of 100,000 degrees Celsius and a sharpness that could shatter everything. However, the moment it touched Shen Tian's fist wind, it shattered inch by inch like fragile glass.

The purplish-gold power swept away everything in its path, forcibly tearing the blazing white photon storm in two from the very center, causing it to spill wildly outwards.

In the light, Augustus's figure was forcibly forced out, his chest felt as if struck by lightning, and his face turned deathly pale.

Solomon's eyes were wide open, and he pushed forward with both hands.

Click!Click!

A crisp cracking sound echoed through the sky.

The translucent barrier on the surface of the fortress twisted violently and shattered after only half a breath.

Millions of spatial runes disintegrated in mid-air, transforming into a shower of light that danced across the sky, resembling a grand fireworks display.

The enormous recoil force flowed directly into Solomon's body through the spatial connection point.

The old speaker suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the phantom image of the Heavenly Fortress behind him completely disappeared.

The aftershock of the punch, carrying a vast and earth-shattering force, crashed into the Black Sea tide hanging in the sky.

Arthur let out a roar like a mad lion, his entire body covered in dark blue dragon scales standing on end, frantically compressing the volume of 30 million tons of black water, attempting to crush Shen Tian's fist intent with the gravity of the laws of the vast ocean.

His body was bulging with muscles, and his hands were loosely clasped together.

The instant they made contact, 30 million tons of seawater boiled and vaporized instantly under the terrifying kinetic friction.

A large amount of white water vapor shot into the sky, forming a towering mushroom cloud.

The Black Sea tide was pierced through, and a hole hundreds of meters in diameter appeared in the center of the water curtain.

The violent punch pierced through the hole and slammed solidly into Arthur's chest.

Large pieces of the dragon scales on his chest shattered, and blood gushed out, staining the surrounding water vapor a ghastly red.

The three most powerful ninth-order laws crumbled like clay chickens and earthenware dogs under this punch.

A devastating shockwave swept outwards from the point of impact in all directions.

The endless sea below was cleaved open by the downward-rushing air pressure.

The black seawater churned and surged to both sides, forming a trench that stretched for tens of kilometers and was bottomless.

The immense pressure even exposed the seabed, hundreds of meters deep, to the air at that moment, crushing silt and seabed rocks into powder.

Hundreds of kilometers away in Poseidon City, the semi-circular energy shield emitted a piercing alarm, its red light flashing so frequently it was almost forming a continuous line.

The entire steel city shook violently in the aftershocks, and countless mechanical parts emitted a tooth-grinding grinding sound.

The surrounding drone swarm was blown about wildly, and most of the footage went black instantly.

But satellites in space captured this astonishing scene clearly and transmitted it to screens all over the world.

The eye of the storm.

Augustus, Solomon, and Arthur, the three giants of the Western Sea, all let out a muffled groan.

The original source of their laws was completely shattered by this brutal punch.

The three bodies flew backward in mid-air like kites with broken strings, powerless to resist.

The howling wind whistled past their ears, and sonic booms rang out one after another.

They desperately tried to mobilize the remaining qi and blood in their bodies to stabilize their posture.

The soles of his feet plowed out two long white waves of air in the void.

Fifty meters.

One hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

They retreated for nearly 500 meters before finally coming to a stop.

Arthur was breathing heavily, his strong body slightly hunched, his chest heaving.

The lingering bluish-green moisture on my arm flickered intermittently.

Solomon wiped the blood from his chin, his face ashen, his white beard disheveled in the wind.

Augustus looked down at his trembling hands. His once neat marshal's uniform was now torn in several places, and deep in his eyes surged an undisguised horror.

He didn't draw his sword, nor did he use his trump card.

Simply by standing still and throwing a punch, he shattered the strongest attack of the three of them and even knocked them back hundreds of meters.

Shen Tian's voice pierced through the roaring waves and howling wind, ringing clearly in the ears of the three.

"Thank you for your humility, seniors."

In the distance, the boy in black slowly retracted his right fist and put his hands behind his back.

The purplish-gold blood flowed across his body surface, gradually disappearing beneath his skin.

The shattered fragments of space around him slowly healed beneath his feet.

The wind whipped up his clothes, making them flutter loudly.

His breathing was steady and long.

Augustus raised his head, his gaze passing over the turbulent sea and settling on Shen Tian.

"We lost."

The strong winds gradually subsided.

The churning black seawater, as if it had lost some kind of supporting force, crashed back into the abyss-like trench with a thunderous roar, stirring up white mist hundreds of meters high.

Augustus's voice echoed across the empty sea.

It carried a bitter taste.

But more than anything, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

Arthur showed no sign of resentment at this moment.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and his eyes held a hint of awe as he looked at Shen Tian.