The colossal Heaven-Splitting Saber Technique burst forth under the night sky, emitting a light so brilliant it chilled the soul. Before people could marvel at the astonishing saber energy, Aslan, having retreated high above, shattered the condensed saber energy with a single punch, looking down upon the three youths suspended over the ruined stage.

Aslan did not attack immediately. He hung quietly in the high air, surveying Qin Fen and the other two.

Only at this moment did the audience see the intruder’s face through the projection screens: golden eyebrows, long and perfectly sculpted, conveying an extraordinary transcendence. His upper-body martial robe had exploded apart, revealing a physique that was lean, powerful, and explosive. His Arabian-featured face held an exotic handsomeness. His palms were remarkably large, much bigger than normal, making his tightly clenched fists appear even more immense.

The crowd gasped, looking at Aslan on the projection. No one had expected the perpetrator of the ambush to look like this. He appeared to be only middle-aged, and even observing him through the projection, his eyes made one feel as if they had fallen into the deepest, most terrifying hell.

“Aslan, ten billion for your head.” Qin Fen frowned, looking up at Aslan suspended in the sky, and said calmly, “The Federation should re-evaluate your bounty. Ten billion, a hundred billion wouldn't be too much.”

A look of proud satisfaction spread across Aslan's face. The head of any Martial Arts Master was worth more than a billion; the value of a 19-star Earthly Dipper realm Grandmaster simply could not be calculated in mere money.

“Young man, your performance has exceeded my expectations.” Aslan's voice was harsher than imagined, his mouth opening as if two steel saws were grating against each other, producing a grating sound: “I came to Saturn this time to accept the birthday gift Ilans had prepared for me, but you’ve completely ruined it.”

“Birthday?” Qin Fen raised an eyebrow.

“Indeed!” Aslan tilted his head back: “Since Ilans cannot deliver the gift, I cannot waste his goodwill. I will take the birthday gift myself. Of course, before claiming the gift, I must collect some interest from my subordinates.”

Aslan snapped his fingers crisply. The official file on Aslan appeared on the projection screen hanging in the sky, and the unique mechanical voice echoed in the ears of the hundreds of thousands gathered: Aslan, the world’s number one terror magnate, Danger Level: Ultimate Danger. He once used a crashed airplane to release the Raging Virus into a town’s water supply, causing the entire town to turn into a pack of mindless, homicidal maniacs...

One terrifying incident after another, whether the crowd had heard of them or not, washed over them. As the official data was read aloud, a growing sense of terror permeated the masses, especially when satellite footage occasionally captured scenes of Aslan carrying out his terrorist attacks.

A chill ran straight down everyone’s spines and into their brains. People began to regain clarity, yearning to leave the stadium. This planet had no Divine Beast warriors; Aslan could virtually do as he pleased. Perhaps the powerhouses of the Underworld and the Heavenly Gate could stop him, but when these two major factions were locked in fierce conflict, who would choose to create another formidable enemy?

“One more piece of news for everyone,” Aslan said, savoring the look of panic on their faces: “You don’t need to rush to leave. I have planted enough explosives in this stadium. Having hundreds of thousands accompany Ilans to the grave will make for a magnificent funeral.”

A scream erupted, followed immediately by countless cries of terror that echoed into the sky. Those who had remained calm could no longer hold their composure. This man was Aslan, the King of Terror! What he said could not be a joke. If he claimed explosives were planted here, then they were truly planted. Staying meant certain death.

In the ensuing chaos, people scrambled from their seats, shoving and pushing toward every exit. In an instant, the not-so-wide passageways became completely jammed.

Screaming, struggling, and pushing against one another, everyone desperately tried to flee this place of death. The scene instantly devolved into utter mayhem.

Aslan hovered in the sky, watching the people in the stadium with satisfaction, slowly spreading his arms: “What a beautiful scene. This is the most exquisite sound in the world.”

Aslan’s fingers danced in the empty air, as if playing a piano, his face alight with enjoyment: “Come out, my subordinates! Block the two young men beside Qin Fen for me. Today, taking advantage of the live federal broadcast, I will show those military personnel who dared to shout so arrogantly what a foolish thing it was to hang Ilans up for public display.” Amidst the chaotic crowd, two streams of spiritual energy shot toward the sky. Standing beside Aslan were two elderly martial artists. Anyone familiar with the Federation’s Bounty List could recognize them instantly—the other two of Aslan’s Three Great Terror Generals.

The white-haired, corpulent elder wielding a gleaming sabre had a long, jagged scar across his face that looked particularly menacing. This clearly indicated that the elder chose not to heal the scar; an 18-star Human Dipper peak martial artist would certainly possess bio-beasts and the means to heal such a wound.

Qin Fen recognized this man: Li Huoxuan, originally from Zhongzhou, with a bounty of two hundred and thirty million—slightly lower than Ilans’s. This wasn't because his terrorism was less severe than Ilans’s, but because so few people were capable enough to apprehend someone of his strength. The Federation’s price was merely a public declaration of their intent to pursue him.

A man with a reddish beard and European features, carrying a medieval European knight’s longsword and clad in full medieval knight armor, the elder equally stood as an 18-star Human Dipper qi martial artist, looking arrogantly toward Kai Tian Brooks to Qin Fen’s left.

Galen Duo, originally from Texas, carried a bounty of three hundred and ten million.

Solomon, suspended in the air, descended next to Brooks. Without needing to look up, he knew the spear that had been thrown by Morade. In battles between experts, possessing a weapon often provided a significant advantage over those who fought unarmed. Solomon, currently the third strongest in Qin Fen’s squad, retrieved the long spear without ceremony, grabbing it firmly. He stomped his foot and shot into the air, the long spear locking onto Galen Duo.

Qin Fen slowly ascended, observing the three before him. Today, the Terror Group’s most elite forces had been deployed: “From this day forward, the Terror Group will suffer a massive setback and possess no intimidating power. I believe the threat of terrorism will temporarily cease completely before long.”

Aslan looked at Qin Fen: “You are very confident, young man. Confidence and arrogance are only separated by one word. After today, the military strength of Saturn will plummet, and terrorism will sweep across the world.”

“Then… they will have to ask my blade.” Xue Tian rested his sheathed saber casually across his shoulder. His glasses focused intently on Aslan, deliberately avoiding Li Huoxuan, who should have been his opponent.

It will be hard to kill him today. The upper hand is lost. If I don’t leave now, I might not be able to! This is strange! How can the condensation strength of this young man’s spiritual energy not be inferior to a 19-star? A force one star higher only managed to shake the energy apart. But when the second strike came, his spiritual energy had already reformed, its speed being incredibly fast.

The initiative is finally regained! Trying to leave? Qin Fen’s body flickered. The spiritual energy behind him erupted like a rocket thruster, leaving behind a massive, humanoid tunnel of disturbed air wherever he passed.

Xue Tian tightened his right hand, gripping the saber hilt silently, his eyes fixed tightly on Aslan in the sky.

The aerial battle of fists and kicks had already transformed into rolling thunderclaps that shook the entire stadium. The audience couldn't see the figures of the battling experts, but the thunderous impacts caused their chests to ache painfully, leading many to spit up blood.

Ya Fei and Ya Xin had, without anyone noticing, returned to the ground. The two young women suddenly plucked the strings of their instruments!

Zing... Zing... Zing...

The surviving high-power speakers were adjusted to their maximum volume. The two girls didn't use picks for their electric guitars and bass; they played with their bare hands!

Microphones near their lips transmitted the power erupting from their small bodies. Enduring the steel-knife-like air currents spilling from the intense battle, they roared with all their might.

Who killed my relatives…

Who destroyed people’s happiness with suicide bombs…

Heroes, where are you…

The music tore through the sound of the thunderous collisions in the sky, entering the ears of everyone in the stadium, and also reaching Qin Fen’s ears.

The panicked, fleeing people stopped in their tracks, turning back to look at the two sisters standing on the ruins, facing the threat from Sima without fear, their throats open in song.

Escape, escape. How long must we escape?

Concession, concession. Concession only feeds the arrogance of terror! Fight, roar, heroes! Every one of you is a hero…

The two girls unleashed roars that seemed ready to tear their vocal cords. They paid no attention to singing technique, nor the pitch of the notes. Everything was driven by instinct, a raw outpouring guided by emotion.

The people watched the two small figures quietly, and the panic completely ceased. Looking at the two roaring girls, people momentarily forgot their fear, forgot the bombs beneath their feet.

The girls on the ruins had no accompanying light effects, no fireworks, and no backup dancers. They couldn't even gather a full band. Yet, their song delivered a shock unlike any other, blooming into the most beautiful moment of their careers.

The people began to hum along softly to the girls’ voices, gradually opening their throats, roaring and screaming along with them, shouting and forgetting everything else.

Those watching the online broadcast forgot their tension and worry. Reporters, skilled at capturing news, forgot to record the moving scene. The composed Xing Wuyi gently pushed up the frames of his glasses, and began to roar along with the voices of the two girls.

Aslan could not retreat or evade. He parried Qin Fen’s Divine List attacks time and again. This was the twenty-seventh strike. Wasn't he tired? The more powerful the ultimate technique, the more spiritual energy was consumed, and the faster it was used! He should be nearing his limit, shouldn’t he?

Twenty-eighth… twenty-ninth… thirtieth…

Aslan counted Qin Fen’s Divine List strikes internally, his eyes fixed only on Qin Fen. The violent power was a constant reminder that only by enduring until the opponent's energy was depleted could he counter-attack and kill him.

What is that sound? So harsh? So distracting? Aslan’s brow furrowed tightly.

Qin Fen felt his blood boiling, his soul burning. Every shred of spiritual energy was drawn from his cells to execute what should be the final blow of the Divine List each time.

That was… a sudden comprehension of the Tathagata’s technique. Aslan watched the charging Qin Fen with even greater astonishment. The air itself was flowing, gathering toward Qin Fen like all the rivers in the world!

Centered on Qin Fen, a massive, visible vortex of energy was forming. The essence of heaven and earth was pouring into his body!

Heaven-Man Unity? Heaven-Man Unity in the middle of a fight? What realization had he achieved? Aslan’s eyes widened as he watched Qin Fen charge, noticing that the young man’s mouth was open, and a familiar character was carried on the sound—it was the signature song of the Flying Signal Women’s Ensemble! He was singing during the battle? Did his Heaven-Man Unity originate from the music? From the sounds emitted by those ants below, the people who resembled insects? Did those ants move him? This… was impossible!

Qin Fen’s entire body convulsed uncontrollably, his throat issuing a heaven-shattering roar. During his flight, he accelerated three consecutive times, ripping through the air like shrapnel flying wildly!

Qin Fen arrived before Aslan. The Divine List strikes were now mixed not with solitude, but with emotion! The air exploded with deafening sounds, like a space battleship unleashing a thousand cannons simultaneously.

Aslan’s expression shifted constantly. At this moment, Qin Fen was performing beyond his usual limits. Did the Heaven-Man Unity come at the most opportune time for Qin Fen?

Three consecutive Divine List blasts erupted. Aslan abandoned defense, his waist twisting in a serpentine dive. Qin Fen followed like a shadow, his two arms coiling around Aslan like ropes, clinging tightly. His legs pushed off toward Aslan’s chest—at that instant, the momentum merged with the clinging nature of the Arhat Fist’s climbing steps!

Aslan instantly felt agonizing pain in his wrists, elbows, muscle joints, and shoulders. The left arm was surging with extreme cold zhenqi, while the right was infused with zhenqi that burned the heavens. How could one person wield two different types of zhenqi? No! They shared the same origin! This…

Sssshhh… Kaka…

Blood sprayed from Aslan’s shoulders. Both his arms were forcibly ripped away. The protective divine skill on his chest offered no resistance to Qin Fen’s brute force combined with spiritual energy. As his bones cracked, his entire body exploded. His heart had no place to escape, and the pupils of his eyes began to dilate. His combat power instantly vanished.

“Marshal…”

The 18-star Galen Duo cried out mournfully as his spiritual consciousness scattered. Solomon, heavily wounded in forty-five places, drove his long spear through the skull of his opponent, who was wounded in thirty-three places.