Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
The city center of the Sixth World District had long since become a ruin. Broken buildings lay collapsed like skeletons, streets were cracked and overturned, and the air was thick with the lingering stench of blood mixed with drifting dust that had yet to settle.
On the rooftop of a relatively intact low-rise building, Bai Yue sat cross-legged, eyes closed, aura calm.
In just one week, he had nearly swept through the entire city.
The terror of a Mental Master had been displayed to the fullest.
Within the range of his mental power, countless golden sword lights traversed space like reapers, silently harvesting lives one after another. Participants fell without even understanding how they had died.
Resistance naturally arose.
But it was meaningless.
Just moments earlier, the final survivors of this city—more than a dozen Domain Lord-level peak experts acting together—had attempted to encircle and kill him here. The result was simple and brutal: corpses littering the ruins, and a sharp surge in his points.
A translucent screen floated before his eyes.
Participant: Bai Yue (Black Dragon Mountain Empire)
Points: 5,760,545
Rank: 3
World District: Sixth
He had achieved this ranking in just seven days.
And he hadn't stopped moving for even a moment since the preliminary round began.
"It's time to change cities," Bai Yue murmured softly.
After that last battle, the remaining participants in this city had either hidden themselves deep underground or fled in panic. No one dared to confront him head-on anymore, which drastically reduced his efficiency.
He stood, stepped into the air, and shot off toward the horizon.
Yesterday, he had killed an expert who had crossed over from another city and extracted valuable information. In that nearby city, there were several powerful figures who had just begun comprehending Laws.
That alone was enough reason to go.
After Bai Yue left, the ruined city finally stirred back to life.
Though his indiscriminate slaughter had wiped out a terrifying number of participants, the sheer scale of the world meant survivors still existed.
In the corner of a half-collapsed building, several participants cautiously gathered.
"That plague god finally left…" someone muttered, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. "What kind of monster is he? With that level, joining the Virtual Universe Corporation is basically guaranteed."
"I heard about him before," another whispered. "Two years ago, he appeared in the Slaughter Field and Duel Space of Black Dragon Mountain. Tens of thousands of matches—undefeated."
"And his title?" someone asked.
"…Heavenly Emperor."
"Heavenly Emperor? That's absurdly arrogant."
"Arrogant?" The speaker laughed bitterly. "If he didn't have that level of strength, he'd be dead already. We might be witnessing the rise of a true monster."
What Bai Yue didn't know was that his identity had already been partially exposed. Those who had seen him in the Duel Space recognized his fighting style, and the name Heavenly Emperor spread rapidly.
As fear took root, his reputation swept across the Sixth World District.
And with reputation came attention.
Powerhouses from other cities began moving—some to avoid him, others to hunt him down and seize his massive points.
Several hours later, Bai Yue arrived at his destination.
From afar, the city looked like it had been ravaged by modern warfare. Smoke columns rose into the sky, buildings lay in ruins, and the atmosphere was heavy and desolate.
He landed and walked forward calmly.
Once-pristine streets were now buried under rubble. Each step produced a harsh crunch that echoed unnaturally in the silence.
Then—
Four attacks struck almost simultaneously.
Three were physical, aimed at his back and neck.
The fourth was invisible, formless, and far more sinister—charging directly toward his Sea of Consciousness.
A Mental Master's soul attack.
In the past, that technique had never failed.
But today, it stirred no ripples.
Bai Yue slowly turned his head.
Ronald Morra's pupils shrank violently.
In those eyes, he saw mountains of blades, seas of blood, and corpses piled endlessly. His soul trembled. The instinct to flee screamed within him, yet his body remained frozen, completely locked in place.
Though this body was weaker than Bai Yue's other clones, the Void Tower soul-defense technique inherited from Yun Mo Planet had already reached the third level. Even limited by physique, its defensive power was immovable like Mount Tai.
The mental attack had been meaningless.
Boom!
The three physical attacks slammed into nearby buildings instead, finally collapsing them. Dust and debris exploded outward, obscuring everything.
Swish—thud!
The sound of heavy bodies hitting the ground echoed.
Ronald Morra finally regained control.
His teammates were dead.
A chill ran down his spine as he turned to flee—
And froze again.
Bai Yue was already standing behind him.
"Your strength isn't bad," Bai Yue said calmly. "I'll ask you a few questions. Answer well, and I won't kill you."
Ronald Morra swallowed. "You… you're serious?"
"Serious."
"…Alright." He clenched his teeth. "The strongest person in the western area right now is Thunder Sword Eaton. There were several others at his level, but he killed them all. People say he's begun comprehending Laws."
"Oh?" Bai Yue's interest rose slightly. "Anything else?"
"There's also a powerful Mental Master in the northern city. He fought Eaton once—neither could win."
After finishing, Ronald Morra looked at him warily.
Bai Yue waved his hand. "Go."
Without hesitation, Ronald Morra fled, vanishing in an instant.
Bai Yue turned.
His mental power spread outward once more.
From high above, it would have looked as though a massive bulldozer was advancing straight through the eastern part of the city, carving a clean path toward the center.
Participants scattered like startled birds.
Some resisted.
They all died.
Buildings collapsed. Streets were erased.
Day and night passed in relentless slaughter.
Even within the Virtual Universe, fatigue crept in.
Bai Yue rested briefly in an intact hotel room.
Then—
A thunderous sonic boom rolled through the sky.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Several hundred meters away, a massive dark-skinned figure stood atop a building. Three meters tall, muscles coiled like steel cables, a gigantic sword strapped to his back.
The sonic boom was from his arrival.
A powerful voice thundered across the ruins.
"Heavenly Emperor!
Come out and fight!"
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