Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

"Arrogant!"

Chu Yunxiao suddenly stood up, his green robe fluttering without wind, and the aura of a Grandmaster at the peak of the third level erupted like a volcano. His face was full of sneers, but his eyes burned with the flames of anger—being overshadowed by Dongfang Weiwo on the Heavenly Ladder had already made him feel like he had a bone stuck in his throat, and now he was being provoked to his face. How could he possibly tolerate it?

"You, a late-stage Grandmaster, dare to challenge us all at once?"

His voice, like the clash of metal and stone, resounded throughout the entire venue.

Dongfang Weiwo didn't even glance at him, his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if Chu Yunxiao wasn't worth his attention.

This disregard is more hurtful than any words.

Chu Yunxiao's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Little brother, are you crazy?!" Dongfang Mingyue's voice came from the Weeping Blood Marquis's camp, filled with disbelief and astonishment. "You're fighting them all by yourself?"

Dongfang Weiwo then turned her head to look at her sister, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Don't worry, sister."

Three words, a simple and understated description.

Dongfang Mingyue opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing the extremely calm light in her younger brother's eyes, all her words got stuck in her throat.

She suddenly realized that the younger brother in front of her was not quite the same as the one she remembered.

No, perhaps he has always been like this.

He just kept it too well hidden before.

Wu Zetian narrowed her eyes, clutching her knife, leaning back in her chair, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. She stared at Dongfang Weiwo's retreating figure and murmured, "Interesting. This guy... is even more arrogant than I thought. But I like it."

Ye Xingchen, standing beside her, remained expressionless, but his fingers tightened slightly. He looked at the young man in black on the stage with a complex expression—last night, he had hesitated whether to lend a helping hand; today, the other man stood on the stage, challenging everyone alone.

Li Tianxing emerged from the shadows, his purple eyes flashing with a dangerous light. He licked his lips and smirked, "Interesting, very interesting. One person against all of us? Heh, this is the first time I've seen someone more arrogant than me."

He glanced at Mo Wuyai beside him: "Are you going up later?"

Mo Wuyai's face was cold as he stared at Dongfang Weiwo, slowly saying, "Since he dared to say that, he must have a trump card. However—" He paused, "Whether it's a series of attacks or a group fight, he must lose today."

The four sword disciples of the Four Extremes Sword Sect simultaneously gripped their sword hilts.

Xie Changkong frowned and said in a low voice, "That's too arrogant. One person against everyone? Even if he obtained the Celestial Inheritance, it's impossible for him to do that."

Ye Guhong said calmly, "But since he dared to say that, it's definitely not without reason. We should be careful."

Ouyang Xue muttered softly, "Is he... insane? How could he take on so many of us by himself?"

Meng Hanshuang coldly replied, "Let's wait and see. If he really has that kind of strength, we wouldn't need to fight today."

The selfless young monk shook his head slightly, clasped his hands together, and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, why must you, benefactor from the East, do this?" His voice carried regret, yet also a hint of admiration. "To face a multitude of heroes alone requires immense courage."

Gui Yuan sighed softly, "Stubborn to the end. But..." He looked at Dongfang Weiwo's retreating figure, "The aura around him... something's off. That feeling is like..."

He paused halfway through his sentence, then suddenly froze.

Because he sensed that what emanated from Dongfang Weiwo was not just the aura of a late-stage Grandmaster.

There is something deeper.

That thing transcends realms, transcends true qi, and even transcends will itself.

That's a belief.

A belief that "I am the way of Heaven".

Dongfang Weiwo stood on the arena, feeling the gazes from all directions—astonishment, anger, disdain, mockery, fear, curiosity, and scrutiny.

These gazes were like a barrage of arrows, aimed directly at him.

But he stood ramrod straight.

Then, he spoke again, his voice suddenly rising in pitch, like a sharp sword slicing through the sky, carrying an aura of domineering arrogance that resounded throughout the entire coast of the East China Sea:

"I said, all of you come at me together."

"Taking them one by one is too time-consuming."

"Today, I will let you all know—"

He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, each word like a thunderclap, striking the hearts of everyone present:

"Why should I receive the inheritance of the Celestials?"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

With just this one step, his aura exploded forth.

His cultivation at the late Grandmaster level was pushed to its limit, but his aura had already surpassed the limits of the late Grandmaster level. The fist intent of the Overlord Fist condensed around his body, like an invisible armor enveloping him; the airflow of the Chasing Clouds and Moon Steps swirled beneath his feet, enveloping his entire body in a layer of rapidly flowing air vortex; the aura of traveling thousands of miles in an instant flowed endlessly between his muscles and bones, giving every movement of his a rhythm of "one step faster".

But this is not all.

A deeper power is awakening within him.

That was the power inherited from the celestial beings—not a cultivation technique, not a secret art, but a kind of will.

A will that transcends martial arts itself and points directly to one's true nature.

That will told him: On the path of martial arts, I alone reign supreme. If the heavens oppress me, I will shatter the heavens; if the earth obstructs me, I will crack the earth; if man stands in my way—

I stepped over him to get past.

This will burned in his blood, was tempered in his bones, and awakened in every cell of his body.

He stood on the arena like a war god from ancient times, his eyes blazing and his aura overwhelming.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared at the black-clad youth in the center of the arena, at the overwhelming pressure of will emanating from him that transcended any realm, and a single thought simultaneously arose in their minds—

Is this person the same person who was sitting quietly drinking tea in the audience just now?

After a moment of deathly silence—

"boom!"

Chu Yunxiao shattered the stone steps beneath his feet and shot towards the arena like an arrow released from a bow.

"I'd like to see what gives you the right to say such things!"

Li Tianxing let out a wicked laugh, and demonic energy surged forth, following closely behind.

Wu Zetian, carrying her sword, strode towards the arena, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "Since you've said it, then I'll play with you!"

Ye Xingchen remained silent for a moment, then stood up from the area of ​​independent cultivators and walked towards the arena.

The four sword disciples of the Four Extremes Sword Sect exchanged a glance, drew their swords simultaneously, and charged out together.

Mo Wuyai emerged from the shadows, black demonic energy swirling around him.

Murong Qiudi toyed with the silver needles, tilting her head slightly: "It's so lively, how could I be left out?"

Dugu Xin remained silent, drew his sword, and followed.

Long Aotian laughed heartily and strode forward: "Interesting! Very interesting!"

The young monk, having forgotten himself, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and slowly walked towards the arena. The young Taoist priest, Guiyuan, sighed softly, swept his whisk lightly, and followed.

More than a dozen prodigies walked towards the same arena from different directions at the same time.

Their footsteps echoed across the beach in a dull thud.

There is only one goal—

In the center of the arena stood a young man dressed in black, all alone.

Dongfang Weiwo stood on the arena, watching the figures approaching from all directions.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"bring it on."