360: After three questions and three inquiries, no one dared to answer.

The next breath.

The Dao sword fell.

The rampaging Sword Qi and shockwaves spread frantically in all directions, crashing against the protective light barrier at the edge of the arena, stirring up a violent ripple that was blinding to the eyes.

The light barrier wailed, flickering unsteadily as if it might shatter at any moment.

No matter how powerful Yue Zhongshan's Physical Body was, or how fast his recovery speed, he was like an ant before this sword of ultimate power, instantly turning into fine powder.

Qin Wangchuan stood with his sword lowered, watching the gradually dissipating dust before slowly speaking:

"A very accurate guess, but useless."

As he spoke, he did not linger. Holding his long sword, he took a step forward.

The soles of his boots stepped over the gravel at the edge of the sword crater, making a slight cracking sound.

"Infinite Rebirth, a nearly immortal Physical Body... it is indeed worthy of the title of the strongest in the Outer Court."

Qin Wangchuan stated calmly as he walked, as if he were merely analyzing a Daoist Magic.

Following his voice, the dust that had not yet fully settled actually began to converge against all logic!

They seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, condensing in mid-air and finally turning into a long, thin blood thorn!

Below the arena, some members of the Foreign Races who knew of Yue Zhongshan's special Physique felt a glimmer of hope quietly ignite in their eyes.

No one could have imagined that after being slashed into powder... he could still survive.

This was precisely Yue Zhongshan's most terrifying and unpredictable trump card.

He had once used this move to counter-kill more than one opponent stronger than himself!

Qin Wangchuan did not stop his pace, appearing completely unaware as he continued:

"It's not that you are too weak."

"It's just that your luck isn't very good."

The moment his voice fell—

The condensed blood thorn suddenly erupted!

It turned into a crimson flash that tore through the air, piercing straight toward Qin Wangchuan's defenseless back at a speed exceeding a sonic boom!

This strike was insidious, violent, and unexpected!

It was enough to instantly heavily injure or even kill the vast majority of defenseless experts!

However—

Behind Qin Wangchuan, the air split open silently.

An extremely minute yet deep-as-an-abyss black crack emerged without warning.

Dao-Slaying Heavenly Scar.

The blood thorn plunged headfirst into that crack, failing to stir even a single ripple.

The crack existed for only an instant before quietly closing, as if it had never appeared.

Immediately following—

Chii! Chii! Chii! Chii!

Above the arena, dozens, even hundreds of identical black cracks bloomed in succession within the Void Realm!

They crisscrossed like a man-eating spider web, completely swallowing those bits of dust that tried to regroup or escape!

In just a breath's time, every trace of Yue Zhongshan on the arena was completely consumed by these omnipresent "Heavenly Scars."

The final massive black crack even covered half the arena.

It swallowed the remaining energy aftershocks and blood Qi as well before slowly dissipating.

From beginning to end, Qin Wangchuan's pace never faltered.

Stepping on the invisible "heavenly suspended silks," he walked with a composed gait toward the center of the arena, toward the foreign race camp that had fallen into total silence because of him.

Not even the corner of his clothes had fluttered.

Was Yue Zhongshan weak?

He was not.

Not only was he not weak, he was terrifyingly strong.

Just based on that nearly immortal body, even in the Foreign Domains, he would be considered top-tier and worthy of the title of number one in the Outer Court.

He was just... his luck was truly bad to the extreme.

He just happened to encounter Qin Wangchuan, who possessed the Dao-Slaying Heavenly Scar.

Below the arena, at the edge of the Human Race camp.

Chu Wujiu looked at the pitch-black Heavenly Scars on the arena and subconsciously swallowed, his voice a bit dry:

"...Too brutal."

Ji Wuchen, with his arms crossed, said, "As expected, a sneak attack of this level can't hurt him."

"Last time I failed to sneak attack his phantom in the chaotic battle, let alone in a one-on-one duel."

"After all, he is said to be able to see the future," Li Xuan suddenly spoke, his gaze turning toward the massive sword crater, his voice deepening: "But... was it necessary to use this sword?"

Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword, one of Qin Wangchuan's two great swords.

To be precise, that wasn't a sword technique; it was a "Heavenly Punishment" capable of erasing even the Heaven and Earth Law.

"Although it wasn't explicitly stated, it could be seen from previous duels."

"The Heavenly Sword can be used at will, but this sword seems to be usable only once in a short period. Now that it's been used, what will happen later?"

"It had to be used now!"

Chu Wujiu slapped his thigh hard, his voice suddenly rising as he pointed at the silent foreign race camp opposite them:

"Look! Look closely at those foreigners!"

"They're afraid! They don't even dare to look up! They're terrified that they'll be the next one called out!"

"This sword wasn't meant to slay Yue Zhongshan."

"It was to let all the Foreign Races see clearly—"

Chu Wujiu paused between each word, lowering his voice, "If you dare to step onto the stage, this is the end you face."

On the arena.

The dead silence continued to spread.

Qin Wangchuan's voice, however, rang out again in this silence, as clear as a life-claiming incantation, echoing in the ears of every foreigner:

"Next!"

But this time, from the foreign race's side, there was only the slight sound of people swallowing; no one answered, and no one dared to move.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze slowly swept across those pale and stiff faces opposite him.

"Next."

He repeated, a trace of bone-chilling anger that hadn't been there before seeping into his voice.

That anger wasn't frantic, but it was as heavy as an abyss, clearly spreading to every corner and pressing down on everyone's hearts.

"I said—"

He took a step forward, and the arena floor, which had yet to recover, exploded with another set of cracks.

"Next!"

The anger swept through like a physical cold wave!

Unfortunately... no one responded.

Qin Wangchuan had been carrying anger since he stepped onto the stage.

He hadn't shown it before because this anger of his was never aimed at these trembling Foreign Races in front of him.

That fury, which was almost solidifying, had been pointed toward something deeper and darker from the moment he set foot on the arena—toward the mastermind who planned and pushed for all of this.

Since no one answered, Qin Wangchuan changed his way of asking.

"Is there anyone else who will fight me?"

His first question was not loud, as calm as if he were confirming something.

No one answered.

"Is there anyone else who will fight me?"

His second question was slightly deeper in tone, already carrying an unquestionable interrogation.

The silence remained.

"Is there anyone else who will fight me!"

His third question was like a clap of thunder, carrying a suppressed-to-the-limit violent rage as it boomed across the entire field!

Three statements and three questions, yet no one dared to respond.

Seeing this, Qin Wangchuan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze scanning once more before finally fixing on the magnificent high platform in the distance, shrouded in spiritual light and exotic colors.

There, several gazes had been looking over—calm, playful, and with a condescending scrutiny.

"Since no one dares to step onto the stage to fight me."

His voice suddenly turned icy as his sword pointed toward the high platform:

"Then the one behind the scenes, the Descendants of the Venerable Kings—"

"It's time you showed yourself."