"Li Kun… he's also a Son of Destiny?"
A flash of realization struck Jiang Wang's mind like a bolt of lightning.
For days after his rebirth, a single question had haunted him — how had Ye Fan, with nothing more than a First-Level Supreme Realm cultivation, managed to rally the major clans of the Immortal Realm to destroy the Jiang family?
Back then, the Jiang clan had stood at its absolute peak.
Over a dozen elders had reached the Supreme Realm, and the patriarch, Jiang Xundao, had even stepped into the Realm of Law itself.
Their power had been unmatched beneath the heavens. Only one force could stand beside them—
—the Changsheng Li Family.
The answer, once murky, now crystallized with frightening clarity.
Ye Fan alone could never have swayed the great sects… but with another Son of Destiny behind him — the Li clan's divine son, Li Kun — it all makes sense.
Jiang Wang's gaze sharpened.
"System," he murmured coldly, "bind Li Kun."
> [Binding initiated… Success. The host is now connected to Li Kun, Son of Destiny. The host may plunder his Luck Value.]
A faint smirk curved Jiang Wang's lips. His eyes, calm a moment ago, now gleamed with killing intent.
In his past life, Li Kun's Three Spirit Mystic Eyes had foreseen the Jiang family's last desperate attempt to smuggle Jiang Wang to safety.
He had intercepted them, blocked every escape route, and forced Jiang Yue to self-detonate her Flame Spirit Body to buy him time.
That memory still burned in his heart — the flames of her sacrifice reflecting in his eyes as he fled through the collapsing void.
An unending blood debt.
Now, fate had brought them face to face again.
Li Kun was a Son of Destiny — and by crushing him, Jiang Wang would seize both his luck and his life.
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Li Kun saw Jiang Wang's silence and mistook it for fear. Contempt flickered in his gaze.
The Jiang and Li families had been rivals for generations. Both boasted a Son of God, yet for years, he had lived in Jiang Wang's shadow.
But that was the past. His Three Spirit Mystic Eyes had awakened, granting him the power to perceive all possible outcomes, to foresee his enemy's next move.
Today, he would humiliate Jiang Wang before every clan under heaven and prove that the Jiang family's glory was nothing but fading light.
He stepped forward, his voice dripping arrogance.
"What's the matter, Jiang Wang? Afraid I'd steal your spotlight, so you didn't invite my Li family?"
The hall fell silent.
Every gaze turned toward Jiang Wang.
It was open provocation — an insult not just to him, but to the entire Jiang clan.
Even Jiang Xundao's face darkened, his aura trembling faintly like thunder behind the clouds. Yet as the patriarch, he could not strike a guest himself — not unless the Li family's elder appeared first.
Li Qingxuan, watching from the crowd, clenched her fists.
Ye Fan's words echoed in her mind: "He's just a hollow title — the so-called Son of God in name only."
And now, seeing Jiang Wang standing motionless, she felt her last spark of hope extinguish.
Disappointed, she turned her face away.
---
But then, Jiang Wang moved.
Slowly, deliberately, he raised his head.
His eyes locked onto Li Kun's — calm, fathomless, terrifyingly cold.
"Jiang Wang, are you—"
CRACK!
Li Kun's words died in his throat as his body exploded backward.
He smashed through three stone pillars before slamming into the far wall with a thunderous crash. Dust and fragments filled the air.
When the smoke cleared, the Li family's divine son was a mess — hair disheveled, robe torn, a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Wang stood where he'd been, palm still half-raised.
His voice was quiet — but it rolled through the hall like distant thunder.
"Noisy."
For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then realization hit them all at once — Jiang Wang had crossed the hall in an instant, struck Li Kun, and returned before anyone even saw him move.
Even Li Kun's Three Spirit Mystic Eyes hadn't detected the attack.
---
The Holy Maiden of Fuyao's breath caught; a faint blush colored her flawless cheeks as her legs instinctively tightened.
The Kunlun Saintess bit her lip, heart pounding despite herself.
Even Shen Ruyan — calm, sword-like, untouchable — felt her eyes flicker with something bright and dangerous.
So strong…
That was the thought on everyone's mind.
---
Li Kun staggered to his feet, fury twisting his features.
"You dare hit me?!"
He had come to humiliate Jiang Wang — and been slapped before the entire Immortal Realm. His humiliation burned hotter than fire.
He had expected taunts, verbal sparring — not this.
And worst of all, he hadn't even seen the strike.
"The Three Spirit Eyes didn't predict it…" he realized with horror.
Jiang Wang lowered his hand and said evenly,
"That slap is for disrespecting the Jiang family."
A collective hiss rippled through the crowd.
Just for disrespect… he had struck the Li family's divine son across the hall?
That was arrogance beyond mortal comprehension.
Blood dripped from Li Kun's mouth. His face flushed with shame. Before the eyes of every major power, retreat was impossible. The Li family's reputation would be trampled into dust.
With a snarl, he pulled a jade bottle from his sleeve, crushed it, and swallowed the pill inside.
Instantly, his wounds knit together. His aura surged, blazing like a storm of divine flame.
The three golden eyes between his brows opened one by one, glowing with deadly light.
---
A hum split the air.
In the blink of an eye, Li Kun vanished — then reappeared before Jiang Wang, his fist already in motion.
Boom!
Jiang Wang caught the blow with his forearm, but the impact drove him back three full steps, the tiles beneath his feet cracking under pressure.
"Jiang Wang!" Li Kun roared. "You may have talent — but without a divine constitution, you're nothing! How can you claim to be the foremost of our generation? I, Li Kun, am the First Son of God!"
He lunged again, fists like thunderbolts. The Three Spirit Mystic Eyes gleamed, foreseeing Jiang Wang's next move before it happened — each punch curving midair to strike precisely where he defended.
Jiang Wang blocked, his arms numbed by the force. The hall quaked with every collision.
Li Kun's laughter rang out. "Is this all your strength? Pathetic!"
A faint crimson light flickered over his body — subtle, sinister, amplifying his aura further.
But Jiang Wang merely exhaled, the faintest spark igniting in his palm.
"Then watch closely."
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Fire burst to life around his fist — not wild or chaotic, but condensed, radiant, alive.
He stepped forward once, his white robes flaring like wings.
Then he punched.
The air detonated.
A flaming dragon roared into existence, wrapped around his arm, its tail whipping through the hall.
"The Jiang family's Fighting Fist!" someone cried. "But… that's only a Xuan-rank art—how can it have such force?"
Indeed, countless had seen the Jiang clan perform the technique — but never like this.
This time, the punch carried not only raw power, but intent — the will to fight forward, never retreat.
The Fist Intent of a true warrior.
After being reforged by the Immortal Bone of Creation and tempered by Ye Fan's Great Sun Flame Wheel, Jiang Wang's physique had long since transcended the mortal frame. His body was like a divine weapon, each muscle vibrating with the strength to shatter mountains.
When he struck, the entire hall trembled.
Li Kun's three mystic eyes blazed desperately, tracking every thread of motion — yet Jiang Wang's speed was too great. The instant his divine sight predicted the attack, the fist was already upon him.
With no time left, Li Kun threw up his arms to protect his heart.
The blow landed like the wrath of the heavens.