Chapter 46: Brother Biao the Great Demon King!

“You brat, you dare threaten me? I’ll beat you senseless today!”

Tang Shan suddenly stepped forward, a cruel smile appearing on his face. His body then erupted with a blinding light, and his fist slammed straight towards Tang Jinbiao’s face.

However, Tang Jinbiao stood there quietly still, as if unaware of Tang Shan’s attack. His expression even seemed numb, as if he had lost his soul.

“Ah!”

“What?”

“Brother Biao!”

The spectators below the stage saw that Tang Jinbiao appeared to have lost his soul and remained completely motionless, and they were all horrified.

“Brother Biao!”

Tang Bi and a few other young lads still held onto their blind admiration.

“Hmm? What’s wrong with this kid? This feeling seems so familiar!”

After noticing Tang Jinbiao’s appearance, the Goddess Tang Yilin furrowed her brows slightly, as if the sensation was familiar to her.

“Could it be this kid doesn’t plan to resist at all and will just let Brother Shan beat him?”

“Who knows? Probably that kid realized he’s no match for Brother Shan and has given up resisting!”

Tang Huaxi and Tang Xingchi both frowned, looking confused.

“Brother!”

Little Tang Song’s large, bright eyes blinked, and his small head tilted slightly, as if he also didn’t understand Tang Jinbiao.

As for the Elders, they all remained deeply frowning. Their attention wasn’t on the Platform Stage at all; instead, they were quietly arguing about something, with a few showing shocked expressions on their faces.

“Hehe, trash, even now you keep pretending in front of me!”

Bang!

Tang Shan planted his foot firmly, his right fist rapidly striking towards Tang Jinbiao’s face.

But at that moment, for some reason, though it all happened in a flash, Tang Shan felt his punch move slowly. He seemed to have waited for centuries, growing increasingly impatient, impatient for the fist to hit Tang Jinbiao’s face.

Smack!

In that eternally brief moment, Tang Shan’s fist finally struck Tang Jinbiao’s face. Tang Jinbiao’s cheek violently compressed, the flesh rolling sideways.

“Hehe!”

Right then, a long-awaited smile finally appeared on Tang Shan’s face.

Ding!

“Hehe!”

But just as the smile lit up Tang Shan’s face, Tang Jinbiao suddenly opened his eyes, a mocking grin curling at his lips.

Thud!

“Not good!”

When a smile appeared on Tang Jinbiao’s face, Tang Shan felt his vision flash abruptly. Before he knew why, he found himself in an endless cosmic sky.

…

“Where is this? No… impossible! How could I be beyond the Void?”

In the blink of an eye, Tang Shan materialized in the boundless cosmic expanse. After grasping his surroundings, he gasped in disbelief.

This seemed to exist beyond the Void itself—a realm devoid of scenery, devoid of life. Only distant, glimmering stars pierced the darkness. The cold gnawed at him, so intense that even with his Late Foundation Building Stage cultivation furiously circulating to fend off the chill, he trembled uncontrollably.

“Hmph, Mortal! Why haven’t you knelt yet?”

Just then, an icy voice pierced down from above him.

“What? Impossible! Impossible!”

Tang Shan’s head snapped upward at the sound, but what met his eyes drained the color from his face.

Overhead loomed a colossal face—a face too vast to comprehend. All he could make out was a maw brimming with sinister, gleaming white teeth. Yet, inexplicably, he knew with absolute certainty that this face belonged to Tang Jinbiao.

“Mortal, your end has come!”

The voice above sliced through the cold once more. With its final syllable, an unimaginable suction erupted from that gigantic mouth, threatening to drag Tang Shan into its abyss.

“No! No! Don’t!”

Tang Shan roared, sensing a force like Death itself. Desperately, he scrambled backward.

…

“Ah—No! Please! Don’t kill me!”

On the Platform Stage, Tang Shan’s fist had been just inches from striking Tang Jinbiao’s face. Suddenly, he not only withdrew his power but lurched backward as if gone berserk. He stumbled, crashed heavily to the ground, and tumbled away, shrieking all the while. Yet the moment he landed, his body shuddered violently—suddenly lucid once again.

“You!”

Tang Shan, now fully conscious, stared at Tang Jinbiao with horror and dread. Paralysed on the ground, he dared not charge forward. His mind raced, frantically reassembling his fractured thoughts.

“Heh heh, Mortal! Why do you not kneel? Why do you not tremble now that you stand before Brother Biao the Great Demon King?”

A mocking smile curled Tang Jinbiao’s lips as he spoke.

These events stretched far in description, yet the span from Tang Shan’s attack to his terrified retreat had scarcely spanned three or five breaths of time!

Now, Tang Jinbiao seemed utterly transformed. His features remained the same, yet his aura had shifted into something profoundly sinister. He stood fixed, immovable as a mountain—silent, yet imposing a suffocating weight upon the air; utterly still, yet radiating the palpable, swelling ferocity of a tidal wave threatening to engulf all things. It was an aura—an indomitable, overwhelming pressure that commanded heaven and earth!

Holy hell, this sensation is unreal!

Even Tang Jinbiao struggled to contain his own shock. After Huang Biaozi’s warning, chains woven from countless dense characters had enveloped his mind like a membrane. Radiating from that membrane, a faint yellow film encapsulated the entire Platform Stage. Empowered by it, Tang Jinbiao perceived truths hidden from mortal eyes.

Now he saw his world resolved into endless arrays of minuscule cells—each the size of a fingertip. An extraordinary feeling: as if reality itself were constructed of these countless squares. This vision instantly evoked what Tang Jinbiao had once studied in physics classes—the structure of space.

He felt an even greater wonder: the certainty that a gentle touch of his hand could shatter these infinitesimal cells. Compelled, he reached towards one before him.

Don’t you dare act recklessly, boy!

Huang Biaozi’s anxious voice suddenly boomed inside Tang Jinbiao’s mind.

All you possess is the illusionary awareness of a Three-Step Great Power! Should you shatter the space’s framework, even hell itself won’t claim your shattered remains!

Tch! Didn’t you claim I wielded the strength of a Three-Step Great Power, old man?

Tang Jinbiao snatched his hand back inwardly, cursing.

I merely granted you perception—a false illusion! You can glimpse and sense the domain of the Three-Step Great Power. That does not mean you possess their true magnitude.

Your goal now is to exploit the sheer gap in realms to crush Tang Shan from within, making him destroy himself!

Beyond that, if you so desire, everyone here is yours to command. Just be cautious—don’t push it. You only have a quarter-hour!

Huang Biaozi reminded him somewhat impatiently.

“Damn it!”

Tang Jinbiao cursed inwardly, but his body moved, lifting his foot as he slowly, step by step, began advancing toward Tang Shan.

“Heavens?”

“What just happened?”

“No idea, couldn’t see clearly!”

“How did Brother Shan suddenly stumble back? He clearly punched that kid!”

The spectators below were utterly bewildered. One moment ago, they had all witnessed Tang Shan land a heavy punch squarely on Tang Jinbiao’s face. Yet the next instant, Tang Shan’s expression twisted into one of pure terror before he reeled backward, falling hard onto the ground. A Mortal tripping wouldn’t be strange, but for a Cultivator – a Late Foundation Building Stage Cultivator no less – to stumble and fall? It seemed like a fantasy. Yet it had unfolded right before their eyes.

“What?”

Shock washed over Tang Yilin’s face. Her gaze had been fixed on the Platform Stage throughout. In that brief moment, she had felt an overwhelmingly majestic aura radiate from Tang Jinbiao. Under its pressure, all thought of resistance vanished, replaced only by an instinctive urge to kneel. The sensation vanished as quickly as it came, leaving her questioning her own perception.

“What was that?”

Tang Huaxi and Tang Xingchi also stared in horror. For an instant, it seemed Tang Jinbiao had transformed into an infinite Starscape. They exchanged a startled glance, recognizing a similar terror mirrored in each other’s eyes.

“Brother!”

A flicker of excitement appeared in Little Tang Song’s eyes.

“What?”

“A miracle?”

The arguing Elders snapped back to attention. They glanced at one another before turning shocked eyes towards the Platform Stage.

“Heh, kid,” Tang Jinbiao sneered, a look of lofty derision curling his lips as he took slow, deliberate steps towards Tang Shan. “Thought you were gonna show off against me? Huh? Not jumping around and itching for a fight now? Heh heh!”

The scene eerily mirrored Tang Shan’s earlier advance towards Tang Jinbiao, only now it was Tang Jinbiao walking upright, while Tang Shan lay sprawled helplessly on the ground.

“Impossible!”

Pure fear flooded Tang Shan’s eyes. The Tang Jinbiao approaching now looked unchanged, yet he felt as if an immense mountain were bearing down on him, making even breathing difficult.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Tang Jinbiao took three heavy, rhythmic steps closer.

Pfft!

Unable to withstand the crushing pressure, Tang Shan vomited a mouthful of blood.

“Kneel for Brother Biao the Great Demon King!”

Tang Jinbiao halted, his voice cold and commanding.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

As the words left Tang Jinbiao’s mouth, Tang Shan’s bones began to emit a series of sharp, snapping sounds…