“My talent is mediocre, so my path of cultivation can only rely on fighting opponents above my level, carefully managing every skill point and attribute point I gain to climb to the peak. In this era, the sixth level of martial artists is already the limit. Only by seizing the Galaxy Order and entering the Kunwu Wonderland... battling starry sky warriors, fighting the gods of the heavens, can there be hope of reaching the end.”

At his current level, he had already reached the human body's limit, equivalent to the peak a mortal could achieve. Even if he mastered peerless swordsmanship, perfected supreme fist techniques, and earned the title of Sword God, after a hundred years he would be nothing but a pile of yellow earth. Only by entering the Kunwu Wonderland could he hope to break the human body's limits, comprehend the mysteries of the universe and stars, and seek a lifespan as long as heaven and earth, shining with the sun and moon.

“I can’t wait another six years. No one in this generation can stop me.”

The bus stopped.

William King got off, waited four minutes, hailed a taxi, and gave his name.

Soon, the taxi took William King to a small residential complex near the outskirts.

The complex wasn’t large, with only six six-story slab buildings. From the outside, one could see the well-maintained greenery and a basketball court inside. Security guards were stationed at the entrance at all times, making it quite secure.

“This is a private complex. Who are you looking for?”

As soon as William King reached the entrance, a security guard came up to ask.

He glanced into the complex. “Robert Stone, he’s inside. In fact, he’s already sensed that I’ve arrived.”

He didn’t suppress his internal aura. Robert Stone, a half-step grandmaster, could easily sense the powerful surge of blood and energy approaching from outside the complex. While William King was speaking with the security guard—or rather, a member of the Blood Robe Society—Robert Stone was already quickly heading in this direction.

“Which friend has come to visit? Why not give advance notice so I could come out to greet you sooner?”

A middle-aged man, looking to be around thirty, strode out from within the complex. His steps weren’t fast, but he arrived at the entrance in an instant.

Six young men in their twenties followed closely behind him. As they marched, a constant “whoosh whoosh” sound echoed, like a rushing river—their blood and energy boiling and circulating within. Especially the tall one at the front, whose eyes flashed with a sharp light. Though he strode forward in large steps, not a speck of dust was kicked up beneath his feet. Clearly, he was a fourth-level martial artist with perfect control over his aura.

“President of the Blood Robe Society, Robert Stone.”

William King stood at the entrance, calmly meeting the gaze of the middle-aged man leading the group through the iron gate.

“My master’s name is not for you to call!”

The fourth-level martial artist’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. In an instant, it was as if thunder rumbled within his body. Though he and William King were still ten meters apart with an iron fence between them, his figure suddenly leapt forward like an agile ape, performing an incredible somersault through the air, and struck down with his palm.

This was the famous Thunderclap Palm, the signature move of the martial grandmaster Michael Thompson who once entered the Kunwu Wonderland.

The Blood Robe Society’s location was extremely secret. Now, with someone showing up unannounced, it was clear the visitor came with ill intent. So, the tall fourth-level martial artist chose to strike first.

“Blood and energy like a dragon, swift as the wind—Robert Stone, you’ve trained a fine disciple.”

William King’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. He didn’t even move his body. With a casual motion of his right hand, he redirected the force of the tall man’s Thunderclap Palm to the side, then pressed his left hand firmly against the man’s chest...

It was just an ordinary press, yet the tall man’s chest suddenly caved in, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering. His body was sent flying as if hit by a truck, crashing heavily into the iron fence, which was deformed and half-collapsed by the impact.

“Senior brother!”

“Senior brother Jack King!”

The remaining five disciples saw the tall man spat out blood as he was knocked away, and shouted as they prepared to rush forward.

“Stop!”

Robert Stone’s shout boomed, making the five disciples’ heads ring. In the next moment, he appeared between them and William King, his face solemn. “Who are you, sir? I don’t know what grudge exists between us, but if my Blood Robe Society has offended you, I am willing to visit in person and apologize.”

Although Robert Stone had not yet reached the grandmaster level, his perception was keen. His senior disciple, a martial arts master, couldn’t withstand even a single move from the opponent. This person was at least at the grandmaster level. Facing such a terrifying figure, he dared not act rashly.

“When did the Blood Robe Society learn to treat people with courtesy?”

“Please state your purpose, sir.”

“I need detailed intelligence on this year’s Galaxy Strife. From today until the end of the event, the Blood Robe Society’s intelligence network will serve me exclusively. Is there a problem?”

“Galaxy Strife!”

These four words made Robert Stone’s heart sink.

The Galaxy Strife was the root of the chaos every six years. Every six years, the ancient martial world would be plunged into a bloody storm because of it. When the Galaxy Strife began, all sorts of hidden demonic overlords, righteous leaders, and reclusive masters would emerge, vying for the supreme opportunity to enter the Kunwu Wonderland and be reborn. In the last Galaxy Strife, Robert Stone had just gotten involved, but was frightened off by its brutality. Six years later, though he believed he had made some progress and wanted to try again, he hadn’t even taken action before someone had already come knocking at his door.