The winds roared with terrifying force, swirling currents and thick, churning clouds unleashing razor-sharp blades of air.

Each blade crackled with lethal might, enough to clash with a peak Tribulation Transcendence cultivator and cleave through steel and spirit alike. Yet, in the presence of the golden giant palm, that power was rendered meaningless.

The golden palm pressed downward, immaculate and domineering. The countless wind blades shattered against it with futile fervor, their killing edge dissolving the instant they met the incandescent gold.

With unrelenting force, the palm tore through the massive wind wall overhead, its advance unstoppable. Luke had fortified his defense with everything the wind Dharma Body could muster, yet it was useless before the inheritance technique Ethan wielded.

In a single moment, the golden palm crashed through Luke's protection, striking his wind body with raw power.

The form that moments before had seemed solid and impregnable was suddenly riddled with cracks, splintering across the entire surface. Then, as the pressure reached its peak, it collapsed and burst like an overflowing dam.

"Pfft!"

Luke's dharma body shattered, the result a violent backlash that sent him staggering, blood spilling from his mouth—thick, dark, and uncontrollable.

But the golden palm's power was undiminished, still surging forward with the weight of mountain-breaking might, intent on crushing Luke beneath its wrath.

"Junior, you are too presumptuous!" came Oswin's voice, steely and agitated, no longer content to remain a spectator. In a flash, Oswin stepped between the palm and Luke, his body radiating intent.

Despite his position as an Eighth Turn Mahayana realm cultivator—and one of the Pavilion's true powerhouses—Oswin could not afford to be careless. The move he faced was worthy of absolute seriousness.

A long sword appeared in his hand, its blade reflective and lustrous, forged from metals so rare only legends spoke of them. With a swift motion, he grazed its edge with his fingers, awakening sword intent so fierce it erupted into a colossal domain. The air shimmered as boundaries shifted and a field of might encircled the golden palm.

Oswin raised his arms, the sword whispering with anticipation. As he swung, a massive wave of blue sword light emerged, arcing through the sky as if splitting heaven itself.

The space it passed through tore apart, then stitched itself together in its wake—a testament to the sheer power at play.

In a breath, the bluesword light collided with the golden giant palm.

Oswin's status was undeniable—an Eighth Turn Mahayana realm expert of the highest caliber. When he swung with full seriousness, the very world seemed to tremble. The overflow from his sword intent alone ripped space asunder, blue and green sword energy slicing invisibly but unyieldingly.

The golden palm met its match. Under Oswin's strike, it was split neatly in two—the division so precise the halves hovered for a moment before Ethan, eyes narrowing, whispered, "break!"

Boom!

The explosion thundered out, shaking Sun and Moon City to its foundation. Debris rattled, walls shivered, and the sky was awash with shockwaves that threatened to pulverize everything in their path.

The fragments of blue sword energy were pulverized in turn, shattering and fading against the force of the aftermath.

Very few could withstand the violence of such a collision. Tribulation Transcendence cultivators faced certain doom if caught in the blast, and those of lesser realms would be turned to ash.

Sensing the extreme danger, six Mahayana realm experts from the three families leaped into action, their bodies circling above as they coalesced their spiritual energies to form a protective barrier around the arena. The power they summoned pressed outward with determined regularity, absorbing shockwave after shockwave even as the spiritual shield itself began to crack.

After several intense surges, the energy slowly abated, the ripples receding. The barrier, battered and thin, miraculously endured.

Had the blue sword energy and golden palm's power not cancelled each other out, the six Mahayana experts' shield may have failed—the consequences catastrophic.

Ethan drifted backward in the air—tens of meters went by before he touched down, his body stable but heart pounding.

The power of an Eighth Turn Mahayana cultivator was staggering, and Ethan felt the gap between them keenly. Only by using inheritance and secret techniques could he truly contend with someone of that level.

His eyes grew solemn as he clasped his hands behind his back, the weight of the moment making itself known. Oswin stood across from him, face set in grim determination. The sword strike had been performed in earnest, and even so, he had barely managed to block Ethan's attack.

Oswin's sword vibrated, emitting a high, clear buzz. This weapon—heaven grade, rare and precious—was not damaged, but coursed with wild excitement, eager for more conflict. It recognized Ethan's strength as equal, if not surpassing, its wielder.

A flicker of surprise flashed across Oswin's eyes. "That technique… it's a high-level inheritance," he murmured, appraising Ethan anew.

He had been forced backward and shaken by the confrontation. Already, Oswin regarded Ethan as someone with the strength above the fifth level of Mahayana.

Just in the Dharma Body realm, this youth possessed such fatal prowess. If he ever stepped into Nirvana, perhaps their strengths would be truly comparable.

Luke, meanwhile, was pale and shaken, clutching his chest with trembling hands. Defeat gnawed at his self-esteem, leaving him breathless and humiliated. So many years and resources had gone into his cultivation, but here he was—beaten utterly by another young physical cultivator.

Had Aether attacked seriously from the start, Luke would not have lasted three exchanges. Only Oswin's intervention saved him from disaster. Yet the consequences for Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets would have been dire—a loss of both their master and their reputation.

"This kid… why is he so strong?" Luke's voice was hoarse, defiant despite embarrassment.

Oswin's gaze was heavy with disappointment.

"He should be in the Dharma body realm like you, but both in terms of physical strength and martial arts skills, he is much stronger than you. Generally, those in the Nirvana and Mahayana realm below the fifth turn may not necessarily be his opponent." Oswin replied.

When Luke heard this, he was startled at first.

But the essence and blood in his body were disordered, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

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