Apotheosis

The newcomers behind Zen were all nervous and fidgety.

Although Zen's strength was unquestionable, it was another matter for him to challenge the strongest warrior on the first floor.

Meanwhile, the senior disciples in the Land of Sword Grief were merely waiting for a good show.

Abdul observed Zen quietly from the sidelines.

For some reason, he had a hunch that something was going to go wrong.

A person who was able to survive the Chaotic Source World and reach the Chaotic Source Realm must be extremely outstanding. But that person shouldn't have done such a stupid thing.

Zen looked all too calm as though he was brimming with confidence.

It didn't seem like a mask.

Even if he was pretending, the fight would expose his true strength.

Did he do it for the sake of the new disciples?

About an hour later, two figures appeared before the door of the bronze palace. Then, Cleon's booming voice came through, "Who on earth wants to challenge me?"

"Cleon is back!"

The senior disciples' eyes flickered in excitement.

Abdul stepped forward and cupped one hand in the other, making obeisance to Cleon. Then, he pointed to Zen. "It's him."

Taking a casual glance at Zen, looking him up and down, Cleon didn't find anything particularly special. But he heard Chance gasp loudly in surprise from beside him.

"Chance, for heaven's sake!" Cleon chastised.

But how could Chance not react at all?

Never did he expect to see Zen there, let alone find out he was the one who challenged his elder brother.

Not long ago, he was defeated by this very man. Because of his failure, he was thoroughly reprimanded by his elder brother, and even mocked by his younger one—Ahmad.

Now, Zen had just entered the Chaotic Source Realm. Chance had never thought he would be so bold as to challenge Cleon.

"Brother…that's Zen Luo," Chance muttered.

The revelation had Cleon's eyes slightly widen in surprise.

In truth, he never understood how Chance could have been defeated by Zen. Zen's Regal Jade chessboard, as described by Chance, sounded way too powerful to be real.

Never had Cleon heard of such an Other Shore Token.

But Cleon hadn't

idden, Zen would pose no threat to Cleon.

"Not only the Other Shore Tokens of the descending type, but also those of the mysterious type and the auxiliary type are prohibited. If you attempt to use any of them, you will be rejected by the arrays and in turn, lose the battle," Cleon continued.

"Got it." Zen nodded once.

The standard for joining the Land of Sword Grief rested on reaching the Chaotic Source Realm.

Disciples of this realm had to go to the extreme to increase the bearing capacity of their Chaotic Source Spirits.

All sorts of incredible abilities were within the Other Shore Tokens. Once they were used, unforeseen consequences were likely to unfold. Naturally, they had been prohibited in the arena.

"If you got it, then… You will lose!" Cleon declared as a tremendous aura spread from his body.

The Other Shore Power constantly surged out of his inner world, fueling his body. With all the Chaotic Source Spirits activated simultaneously, his aura grew wildly.

"But it won't really be a shame for you to lose to me. I am number one on the first floor, after all. But unfortunately, you have once humiliated my younger brother, Chance. I won't be showing you any mercy. You're going to suffer what you must."

Then, as Cleon stretched out his hand to condense his power, his strike was already on its way to Zen's head.

"Wow!"

The palm strike held over three thousand divine megatons of Other Shore Power.