Boom!

Ren did not wait for the voice to finish.

He did not even draw a weapon.

He simply stepped forward and threw a straight punch into the empty void.

The motion was deceptively simple, yet the power contained within that single strike was anything but ordinary.

A shockwave of condensed, pure conceptual force erupted from his fist.

The space ahead fractured like cheap glass, shattering into a mosaic of dimensional fragments that glittered with the light of a thousand dying stars.

The lead dreadnought, a ship capable of enduring the collapse of star systems, instantly disintegrated into subatomic dust.

The sheer kinetic backlash tore through the remaining nine ships, ripping them open and scattering their hulls into scrap metal.

From the wreckage, twenty figures emerged, floating in the void.

Five of them radiated the staggering aura of Multiversal beings, their faces pale with a mixture of rage and absolute shock.

They had expected resistance, perhaps even a challenging fight, but they had not anticipated such overwhelming force from what appeared to be mere disciples.

Their pride was wounded, their authority challenged, and their response was swift and violent.

"Impudent brats!" one of the enemy leaders roared, his voice carrying the weight of cosmic authority.

He raised his hand, summoning a torrent of energy that warped the very fabric of reality around him.

The other four Multiversal beings followed suit, their auras flaring as they prepared to unleash their full power.

But the fight was over before it truly began.

Refined by eighty-six floors of hellish training, the eight disciples moved like a single, devastating entity.

Ren led the vanguard, his fists shattering reality with every strike.

Each punch carried the accumulated force of a year’s worth of brutal conditioning, each blow landing with precision that bordered on the supernatural.

Beside him, the other seven moved with flawless synchronization, weaving defensive barriers, slicing through spatial dimensions, and crushing the enemy’s Multiversal laws with their own.

They had become more than individual warriors; they had become a cohesive unit, each member anticipating the others’ movements with an almost telepathic understanding.

The battle was a blur of motion and energy. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Defensive barriers shimmered into existence, absorbing attacks that would have annihilated entire planets.

Spatial blades cut through the enemy’s formations, separating them from their power sources.

Conceptual attacks collided in bursts of pure, raw energy that lit up the void like newborn stars.

It was not a battle; it was an execution.

Within minutes, the twenty elite enforcers of the Grand Hyatt Empire were completely erased from existence.

Their bodies dissolved into motes of light, their power dispersed across the cosmos.

The disciples stood among the fading remnants of their enemies, breathing heavily but victorious.

Alex watched from the sidelines, nodding in silent approval.

His disciples had performed admirably, demonstrating the fruits of their brutal training.

But he knew that this was merely a prelude to the true challenge that awaited them.

With another fluid motion, he stepped forward, raised his hand, and literally tore open a jagged rift in the fabric of space-time.

The portal crackled with unstable energy, its edges flickering with the raw power of the cosmos.

Through the opening, they could glimpse a realm of perpetual twilight, a domain where the laws of physics held no sway.

"Let us go," Alex said, stepping through the portal.

The eight disciples followed tightly at his heels, their bodies tensed and ready for whatever awaited them on the other side.

Boom!

The moment they crossed the threshold, the spatial rift snapped shut behind them with the force of a thunderclap.

The sound echoed through the void, a final punctuation mark to their journey.

Instantly, Alex’s expression hardened, his face turning incredibly dark.

The casual aura around him vanished, replaced by a rigid alertness that radiated danger.

The space was locked, he realized, feeling the invisible, unbreakable shackles clamping down on the local dimensions.

The very fabric of reality around them had been compressed and sealed, trapping them in a cage of cosmic proportions.

Before he could even analyze the locking mechanism, an immense, suffocating aura gushed out from the darkness ahead.

It was a pressure so dense, so unimaginably vast, that it completely transcended anything Alex had anticipated.

It was not just higher than his own power; it surpassed it by an entire major realm.

The weight of it pressed down on them like the gravitational force of a collapsing star, forcing even Alex to struggle against its oppressive influence.

This was the power of a peak Hyperversal entity.

How is this possible? Alex’s mind raced, a rare trace of sweat forming on his brow.

"How did this bastard manage to hide his true cultivation by an entire realm right in front of my senses?"

He had prided himself on his cosmic awareness, on his ability to perceive the true nature of any being he encountered.

Yet this entity had completely eluded his detection, masking its power with a sophistication that bordered on the divine.

Then, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

The treasure fragment.

He must be using the masking properties of the fragment!

The Dragon Monarch had acquired an ancient artifact of immense power, a fragment of a cosmic treasure that could obscure even the most powerful auras.

"Hahahahahaha!"

A thunderous, mocking laughter erupted from all directions, vibrating through the very souls of everyone present.

The sound alone caused the space around the eight disciples to fracture, forcing them to cough up blood as they were brought to their knees by the sheer, unadulterated weight of the voice.

The laughter seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, a psychic assault that bypassed their defenses and struck directly at their consciousness.

"Anomaly... you have finally appeared before me. I have waited a long time for this day."

The voice seemed to originate from the fabric of reality itself, each word carrying the weight of cosmic authority.

"I know your secret. I know you do not belong to this world. Yield to me, Anomaly. Become my slave, swear your eternal soul to my service, and teach me the method to break through the boundaries of this world... and perhaps I will allow you to keep your pathetic life."

The darkness ahead began to writhe and contort.

Shadows pooled and coalesced, taking on a monstrous form that defied comprehension.

To the absolute horror of the eight disciples, who could barely lift their heads, the shadows tore open.

A colossal, star-devouring entity manifested before them.

Scales as black as the primordial night covered a body that stretched across light-years.

Eyes like dying crimson suns locked onto Alex, their gaze carrying the weight of eons of accumulated power and malevolent intent.

The Dragon Monarch had arrived, looming over them like the absolute messenger of doom.

His presence dominated the locked space, his aura pressing down on them with the force of a collapsing universe.

The disciples could do nothing but kneel, their bodies trembling under the pressure, their minds reeling from the sheer magnitude of the power arrayed against them.

The battle was over before it had truly begun.

Or perhaps, Alex realized with grim certainty, it had only just begun. He needed to fight with him with his full force.