167: Chapter 169 Dominator, Now It's My Turn.

An endless roar erupted within the Origin Tower.

In a mere instant.

Their weapons had collided millions of times.

The speed was too fast.

The eyes of ordinary people simply could not capture their movements.

Then.

With the final blow.

Lu Chen's longsword slashed through Asabaur's defense.

The War Tyrant's figure froze.

Immediately after, it transformed into countless particles of light and vanished.

The entire audience of the Origin Human Race.

Stared dumbfoundedly at the scene before them.

Even though the battle had ended.

They still didn't come to their senses for a long time.

Only a thick sense of awe remained in their hearts.

Making their hearts race.

And sending goosebumps all over their bodies.

They wanted to be immersed in this moment forever.

Savoring that terrifying lingering charm.

Li Cang couldn't help but chuckle.

"He is the legend and the myth of the Blue Star. From today onwards, he is the undisputed uncrowned king of our planet."

"His orders require no discussion. Everything he says is law. His words carry the weight of commands, like a living god."

Lu Chen then looked up.

Next were the eight supreme Dominators of the Universe.

He was very curious to know what surprises these Dominators would bring him.

Thinking of this.

He couldn't help but smile.

The ninety-third floor of the Origin Tower.

An elegant young woman with blue hair stood in the center of a massive arena.

Slender fingers plucked at the strings of a violin.

A strange and beautiful melody flowed out.

Carrying a strange sense of contradiction.

It sounded terrifying.

Like a dirge for a dying world.

Yet somehow, it could soothe the Soul.

Making the Soul feel as if it were floating on a gentle sea.

Gradually sinking.

This was Bestra.

The eighth of the Origin Human Race.

And also the youngest Dominator.

She also came from a Grade XXX Contract Civilization.

Wearing a long blue dress.

Her ankles were bare.

As if treading on the surface of the sea.

Ripples of blue light radiated beneath her feet.

A thin layer of blue gauze veiled her face.

However.

Just by standing there.

She was enough to make all things pale in comparison.

Filled with an indescribable sacredness and oppression.

Lu Chen stood there.

Motionless.

Letting her finish this haunting composition without any interference.

Perfect notes echoed in the space.

Passing through space.

Resounding in everyone's ears.

Every rhythm struck the heartstrings of all listeners.

As if opening their hearts.

Immersing them in the deepest bonds.

Finally.

The violin music ended.

The last syllable vanished into the quiet hall.

Lu Chen gave a respectful bow.

His voice was steady.

Calm and composed, he said.

"Lord Dominator, I am honored to stand before you."

Bestra's veil fluttered slightly with her smile.

"Raise your head. Today I am not a Dominator, at least not this body."

"That title is for the future me. Now, in this place, I am simply your opponent."

"Do not hide your strength... otherwise, you may never have the chance to use your true power before me again."

Lu Chen raised his head.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Lord Dominator, as you wish. Please forgive me, for I also wish to end this battle as quickly as possible."

He already knew Dominator Bestra's base power.

Or more precisely.

The power of this B-grade Clone she projected.

Her base power reached a terrifying nine trillion tons.

Quite exaggerated.

But not enough.

He raised the longsword in his hand.

The blade shimmered.

As if eager to try.

Bestra did not put away the violin.

On the contrary.

She raised it again.

Resting it against her neck.

The soft melody Lu Chen had heard before began to play again.

Floating across the arena like a gentle lullaby.

But a few seconds later.

This dreamlike sound came to an abrupt halt.

Transforming into a world-ending sound of universal decay.

Like the wailing resonance of countless worlds.

It struck Lu Chen's mind with brute force.

At this moment.

It seemed as if billions of invisible hands were grasping his body.

Trying to tear at his Soul.

Shredding his consciousness.

The air distorted.

The Origin Tower trembled.

The entire space seemed to deform under the might of this terrifying music.

But Lu Chen's base power and Mental Energy had both reached 98 trillion.

This terrifying base power.

Meant that this kind of attack was like raindrops.

Beating against an unbreakable high wall.

He didn't even actively defend.

Nor did he attack.

He could feel that Bestra had not yet reached her Peak.

He intended to respect her.

—By letting her power climb to its Peak before striking her down.

With every passing second.

The violin music changed slightly.

Becoming sharper, heavier, and more terrifying.

In the vast Void Realm where eight thrones floated.

The Sixth Dominator, Heimdall.

Teased with a smile in his eyes.

"Oh, Bestra... it seems your violin is doing no damage to this young man."

Bestra's voice spoke calmly.

"Wait for it. Its power has not yet reached its Peak."

However, despite this.

Her tone still carried an imperceptible tension.

The ninety-second floor of the Origin Tower.

Lu Chen felt the increasingly strong pitch.

By now, the power of the syllable vibrations had reached 35 trillion tons.

Such a powerful melody.

Immediately caused the air to resonate.

Kicking up an invisible hurricane.

The arena beneath his feet seemed like it was about to crumble bit by bit.