112: Everyone here is garbage.

“... Her belonging is decided by me, not by... you bunch of trash.”

When Lin Tian's declaration, full of ultimate contempt and absolute sovereignty, struck the heart of every arrogant Prodigy like divine thunder from the Nine Heavens, the entire Taihe Hall Plaza fell into an eerie, deathly silence, like the calm before a storm.

Trash?

This word, for anyone present, was an incredibly distant and unfamiliar term.

They were the most dazzling pearls of their respective Families, the one-in-a-million Qilin of their respective forces, the top trendsetters of this Golden Generation! Any one of them, stepping out, would be enough to suppress a region and be revered by thousands!

When had they ever been evaluated like this?

Moreover, it was in such an understated, matter-of-fact tone, as if merely stating an objective fact, that one person, in front of the entire world, launched a blanket attack on everyone!

After a brief silence, there was a volcanic eruption of uproar and fury!

“Arrogant!”

From the Qin Family's seats, the Grand Elder, who was overseeing the situation, trembled with rage. His Dragon-head staff slammed heavily onto the ground, creating a spiderweb of cracks on the hard white jade floor! He pointed at Lin Tian on the arena and angrily rebuked, “Lin Tian! Don't go too far! This is our Qin Family's Martial Arts Tournament of Prodigies ceremony, not a place where your Long Family can run wild! Are you looking down on my Qin Family, and looking down on the heroes of the world?!”

“Who does he think he is?! Does he really consider himself a Heavenly God?!”

“Too arrogant! He's declaring war on all of us! Does he want to challenge the entire Golden Generation by himself?!”

“Trash? I, Arthur Pendragon, the Saint of the European Holy Temple, am merely trash in his eyes?!”

The Prodigies from all sides were even more agitated. They could no longer maintain the composure and grace befitting top powerhouses, each of them abruptly rising from their seats, their eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the solitary figure in the center of the arena.

In an instant, dozens of powerful auras, strong enough to distort space and filled with icy killing intent, shot up into the sky from all directions, like dozens of unsheathed peerless divine weapons, distantly locking onto the single, common target in the center of the arena!

The atmosphere was tense, as if an unprecedented, earth-shattering melee involving the entire Golden Generation was about to erupt in the next second!

However, facing this condemnation from thousands, facing this collective hostility that would make any S-rank Peak powerhouse tremble, and even cause demigod-level beings to take notice...

Lin Tian's expression remained unchanged.

He didn't even alter the curve of his lips in the slightest.

He scanned the surroundings, his indifferent gaze, like a monarch inspecting his territory, slowly sweeping across the face of everyone below the stage.

He saw Marquis Champion Huo Qubing in the military seats, his eyes already burning with raging flames, his body's iron-blooded Evil Qi almost solidifying.

He saw the Rebirth Sword Emperor Ye Fan in the Loose Cultivator seats, clutching his sword hilt, his entire being seemingly transformed into a peerless divine sword about to be unsheathed, his Sword Intent uncontrollably overflowing.

He saw Adam in the Holy Mountain seats, his aura as steady as a mountain, but his eyes cold to the extreme, and beside him, Kyle, whose mind was already clouded by hatred and jealousy, his face contorted with ferocity and venom.

He saw Saint Arthur in the Holy Temple seats, his face devoid of any elegance or nobility, replaced only by the monstrous rage of being humiliated... He saw every face twisted by anger, felt every undisguised killing intent that threatened to tear him to shreds.

Then, the curve of his lips, that scornful curve, deepened.

He slowly shook his head, like a teacher looking at a group of unreasonable, stubborn, and foolish students, a hint of disappointment even showing on his face.

He spoke with an extremely calm, emotionless tone, as if stating some objective truth, uttering the most arrogant and classic “blanket attack” that would be recorded in the annals of this era.

“I'm not targeting any one of you.”

He paused, and a cold, god-like pity flashed in his deep eyes, as if a deity was looking down at a group of ants fighting over a breadcrumb.

“I'm saying, everyone present...”

“...who wants to contend for my maid, is trash.”

Boom—!!!

If the previous two words, “trash,” merely lit the fuse...

Then at this moment, the phrase “is trash” thoroughly ignited the powder keg of the entire Universe!

All the Prodigies' rationality, in this instant, was burned clean by this monstrous rage that could incinerate the Nine Heavens and scorch the four seas!

To hell with rules!

To hell with duels!

To hell with Family decorum!

To hell with Martial Artist glory!

At this moment, only one most primitive, purest, and maddest thought remained in everyone's mind—

Kill him!

At all costs, tear apart this man who was so arrogant as to be lawless, so audacious as to despise all living beings! Use his blood to wash away this deep-seated, Soul-engraved humiliation!

“Kill!”

Someone, the first, let out a hysterical, beast-like roar!

Like a signal!

“Roar—!”

Marquis Champion Huo Qubing moved! The White Tiger phantom, formed by iron-blooded Evil Qi behind him, roared skyward, unleashing a [White Tiger Army-Breaking Kill] ten times more powerful than when he fought Ye Fan earlier, transforming into a blood-red meteor capable of tearing the sky, and was the first to strike Lin Tian!

“Slash!”

Ye Fan moved! He drew his ancient longsword, and the supreme Sword Intent of the Sword Emperor erupted wildly and without reservation at this moment! [Nameless Sword Song · Final Form · Burial of Heaven]! A gray sword curtain, seemingly intending to bury this entire world, filled with the aura of annihilation and finality, descended from the sky, enveloping all!

“Judgment!”

The Holy Mountain Twin Stars moved! Adam and Kyle, one on the left and one on the right, their Seraphim genes resonating perfectly at this moment, simultaneously unfurled twelve pairs of energy wings made of pure Holy Light behind them! A thousand-meter-long [Holy Light Judgment Sword], composed of the purest Holy Light capable of purifying all evil in the world, descended from the sky, carrying the wrath of a Heavenly God!

“Glory!”

Saint Arthur moved! His “Sword of Promised Victory” burst forth with dazzling golden radiance to the extreme, and a massive cross-shaped sword light, filled with a sacred and glorious aura, seemingly capable of severing all evil, streaked across the sky!

...Dozens!

Dozens of Prodigies, from all over the world, representing the top combat power of this Golden Generation, at this moment, disregarded all identity and rules, and united without prior agreement!

Dozens of S-rank and above terrifying attacks, of various attributes, capable of easily wiping a super city like Yanjing off the map—brilliant Holy Light, annihilating Sword Qi, overbearing fist imprints, bizarre curses, violent thunder, ice that froze all things... In this instant, from all directions, overwhelmingly, like a doomsday catastrophe meant to destroy the entire world, they simultaneously slammed towards the single, common target in the center of the arena, who still stood with his hands behind his back!

The scene was like an ancient mythological epic, with gods and buddhas from all over the sky attacking a single demon!

The entire world, at this moment, seemed to hold its breath!

On the high platform, Qin Yubing, Elizabeth, and others were already pale with fright at the destructive scene before them!

In the Long Family seats, Long Zhanye and a group of elders suddenly rose, their auras erupting, almost unable to resist intervening!

Facing this world-destroying, sky-filling attack that would make any demigod-level powerhouse change color, and even cause true Heavenly Gods to take notice...

Lin Tian, in the center of the arena, smiled.

He looked up, watching the divine lights that were as brilliant as fireworks yet contained endless killing intent, and burst into laughter!

His laughter was filled with an indescribable arrogance, an indescribable exhilaration, an indescribable supreme heroism that regarded all heroes of the world as mere weeds!

“Hahahahaha! Good, good!”

“This... is a bit more interesting!”

He did not retreat; instead, he advanced!

Under everyone's disbelieving gaze, as if they were watching a complete madman, he actively charged towards the torrent of attacks that could destroy everything!

Boom!

A golden divine radiance, dazzling to the extreme, like the first ray of light at the dawn of the Universe, erupted from his body!

The Pangu Body was fully activated!

The dark-gold “Azure Dragon” combat suit instantly covered his entire body, accompanied by continuous Dragon roars!

Like an unyielding golden meteor swimming against the current, carrying an invincible belief and monstrous Battle Intent to pierce a hole through all the gods and buddhas in the sky, he actively charged towards that... world-destroying attack!

One man, VS the entire world!