Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 131: True Might

Wei Zixuan pointed his spear at him and barked,

"Scum! How dare you cheat on Tian Yue because of this woman? I will take revenge for my Yue’er!"

Igaris nearly laughed but restrained himself.

"Oh, I recognize you now. But are you stupid? If I’m cheating on Tian Yue, shouldn’t you be happy instead?"

"Shut up! A scum like you wouldn’t understand love. You’ve hurt Tian Yue’s feelings, and I will make you pay!" Wei Zixuan growled as he lunged forward.

Evernight moved, ready to intercept, but Igaris raised his hand, stopping her.

"Let me take care of this fool. It’s been a while since I wanted to try out the new Martial Art I learned," he said with a smirk, eyes locked on Wei Zixuan.

Whoosh!

The clash began in an instant.

Wei Zixuan thrust his spear forward with blazing speed. The tip howled through the air like coiling serpent, aimed directly at Igaris’s throat. His form was practiced, precise, and filled with fury.

Igaris sidestepped gently, the motion smooth and effortless. The spear brushed past his shoulder, missing by mere inches.

"Is that all?" Igaris asked, eyes calm as still water.

Wei Zixuan gritted his teeth and spun, sending the spear in a sweeping arc to catch him off guard. Dust whirled from the force, disciples gasping from the sidelines.

But Igaris stepped in rather than back. In the blink of an eye, he was within Wei’s guard.

"World Destroying Finger," Igaris whispered silently.

A single finger extended from his hand. He pressed it lightly on Wei Zixuan’s chest.

Crack!

A ripple of force exploded from the point of contact. Wei Zixuan’s body was thrown back as if struck by a collapsing mountain.

Bang!

He slammed against the far wall of the training ground, coughing blood on impact.

"....."

Silence fell.

Disciples and elders who had gathered earlier to watch now trembled, unable to believe what they had witnessed.

Igaris turned away from the scene, brushing invisible dust from his robe. "If you cannot even withstand a single finger, don’t speak of love. You are unworthy of her."

He walked back toward Evernight and Ren without another glance.

Wei Zixuan, bloodied and humiliated, could only lie there, his pride shattered far more than his body.

--

The news of Wei Zixuan’s crushing defeat at the hands of Igaris spread like wildfire through every peak and valley of the Soaring Dragon Sect.

"Did you hear? The Dao Child defeated Wei Zixuan with a single finger!"

"Yes, I heard it too! They say he sent him flying like an insect. How humiliating for a Core Disciple of Wei Zixuan’s stature."

"Unbelievable. Wasn’t Wei Zixuan at the peak of Martial Master realm? How can someone so young hold such terrifying strength?"

"Perhaps... the Sect has truly found a dragon among men. The Grand Imperial Competition shall become a stage worthy of legends."

Outer disciples whispered with awe. Inner disciples grew silent in contemplation. Even Core Disciples began to reevaluate their own worth.

In every hall, courtyard, and training ground, the name "Yuhan" echoed like a bell tolling the rise of a new era.

And in the hearts of many, a single thought formed.

A new sovereign has arrived. And he does not walk—he soars.

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Inside Igaris’ residence...

"So, my lord is saying that I should Re-awaken this boy using my internal energy?" Jian Longchen asked, seeking confirmation.

"Yes," Igaris replied calmly.

"But, my lord," Jian hesitated, "how do you know this boy has hidden potential?"

"Because of these eyes," Igaris said, pointing to his glowing blue irises, swirling with an otherworldly light. "They allow me to see what others cannot. Now let us begin. He is one of the rising pillars of our ambition."

Jian smiled faintly, curiosity dancing in his eyes. "May I ask, my lord, what exactly is your ambition?"

"To build an empire," Igaris said, his voice solemn and resolute. "An indestructible empire that transcends time and space."

Those words rang in the air like an eternal vow, firm and unshakable.

Ren stood nearby, silent and overwhelmed. His heart pounded as he stared at the white-haired man who stood before him with such ancient grace. The feeling was strange, as though he had seen this man before. Maybe in a dream, or perhaps in a forgotten memory.

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"Swoosh!"

Igaris leapt from the edge of the mountain range, his body descending through the sky like an unbound bird, wild and unchained.

The sensation of falling, the wind brushing past his skin, and the warmth of the sun upon his face sent his senses into a strange clarity. It was not merely exhilaration, but epiphany, as though his soul momentarily touched something beyond the mortal realm.

As he fell, he extended his right index finger toward a small, lonely mountain far below. It stood desolate, with neither life nor vegetation clinging to its rocky slopes.

Then, in a voice no louder than a whisper, Igaris spoke.

"World Destroying Finger."

In that moment, a silhouette of an eastern dragon burst forth from his fingertip, coiling in divine majesty.

"ROARRR!"

A draconic roar tore through the skies, deep and resonant, shaking the air with its terrible might.

"Whoosh!"

A wave of crimson force erupted from it, pulsing with the power of annihilation, and hurtled downward with unstoppable momentum.

"BUZZZZ!"

The very air trembled, humming under the pressure of the technique as it streaked toward its target like a serpent of divine wrath.

This was no demonstration.

Earlier, when he had faced Wei Zixuan, Igaris had revealed but a fragment of the World Destroying Finger. Now, upon this lifeless peak, he unleashed its true power.

Even before landing, it could be assumed that this terrifying force could reduce mountains to dust and echo through history as a harbinger of catastrophe.

Just then, before the crimson dragon could strike the mountain—

"Qiiiiing—liiing—shiiiing..."

A haunting, otherworldly melody resonated across the valley. Each note shimmered like moonlight on water, and from its source surged a wave of tranquil blue energy, like ripples born of starlight.

"BOOOOM!"

The two opposing forces collided midair with a thunderous crash, their impact sending shockwaves tearing through the clouds and shaking the earth below. Birds scattered. Stones rolled. Even the distant peaks trembled.

Igaris, still descending, flared his Gale Wings to stabilize his posture in the air. He hovered mid-flight, eyes narrowing, scanning the direction the music had come from.

Then he saw her.

A lone figure stood gracefully atop a floating stone platform, suspended in the air as if the world itself bent to her presence. She was clad in a flowing white dress, its edges fluttering like petals in the wind. Her long hair shimmered silver-blue, trailing behind like a comet’s tail. And resting on her lap, held with effortless elegance, was a zither carved of crystal and star-wood.

She was calm. Untouched by the chaos. Her gaze was distant yet focused, and her fingers hovered gently over the strings as if nature itself obeyed her command.

To those who witnessed her from afar, she was a divine vision, like a goddess of harmony who stilled even destruction with a single note.

Igaris narrowed his eyes, sensing the immense power radiated within her presence. She was no Martial cultivator.

Who was she?

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