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Since the position of Beast King was merely an alliance leader, neither hereditary nor transferable, there was no need to pray for the personal approval of the War God. The entire ceremony focused more on secular succession. Especially in Chen Xuanfeng's case, as the first non-Lion Clan member to assume the Beast King's throne, many lingering issues needed addressing, and countless laws needed revising. Additionally, Chen Xuanfeng's status as a Sword Saint brought another problem—he could live for centuries. Given his strength, as long as he refused to step down, no beast could rival him. If he were to remain on the throne indefinitely, it was doubtful whether the alliance could fairly uphold the interests of every clan. So limits were set to ease the clans' fears. Although such arrangements didn’t need to be finalized before the ceremony, essential plans and promises still had to be made publicly.

With the War God Temple clearly siding with Chen Xuanfeng, successfully suppressing many opposing voices, and bolstered by Chen Xuanfeng's own power, the coronation ceremony ultimately proceeded smoothly to its final step.

When the coronet symbolizing the Beast King was placed upon Chen Xuanfeng's head by the Pope, a new generation of Beast King was born.

However, just as Chen Xuanfeng turned to stand and prepared to address all the beasts present, a sudden disruption erupted.

"Master Xuanfeng, your death is at hand," a young voice rang out from nowhere.

Before the words faded, eight colossal pillars of light—black, gold, white, red, blue, orange, green, and purple—erupted from all directions of the grand coliseum. Each pillar was dozens of meters thick, their blazing light spearing the heavens. Waves of eight elemental forces—light, darkness, ice, lightning, earth, water, fire, and wind—endlessly surged forth, making the beast warriors shudder.

Even more terrifying, innumerable strands of light split off from the eight pillars, intertwining and coiling between them like spectral spiders spinning a web. In moments, they formed a vast, multicolored net enveloping the entire coliseum. At the same time, sharp-eyed beasts sensed the space around them gradually distorting, as if they had entered another world.

A Domain—a titanic Domain miles wide.

Experienced beasts immediately recognized what they were facing, and a frightening conjecture arose: Had another true Sword Saint arrived to challenge him?

As a genuine Sword Saint, Chen Xuanfeng was naturally the first to understand what he faced. Yet even he couldn't help but pause at the sight of the enormous Domain. The answer was clear—he recognized that the one manipulating this colossal Domain was his own disciple, Xi Luo, the youthful Pope of the Holy Light. However, not only had Xi Luo lacked the talent for dual combat energy in the past, but even now, Chen Xuanfeng could clearly sense that his young disciple remained at the Sword Emperor level. For a Sword Emperor to wield a Sword Saint's "Domain" was truly astonishing. Moreover, the sheer size of this Domain was unprecedented—even the Domain of the legendary "War Saint" Leimen paled in comparison. So, what was amiss here?

In an instant, Chen Xuanfeng deduced the truth.

"So it's you, Xi Luo. It seems Leinster has fully restored the Hero Emperor Sword for you. But was it worth sacrificing humanity's last remaining advantage in forbidden spells for the sake of a single sword?" Chen Xuanfeng asked calmly, gazing at the human youth standing atop a thread of light in the distance.

Clad in heavy armor and wearing the divine artifact "Thorn Crown," Xi Luo coldly replied, "I also thought it wasn't worth it... if not for your existence, Master. Your very being has become humanity's greatest threat, so I will never allow you to become the new Beast King."

Chen Xuanfeng's shoulders twitched slightly, and the ornate ceremonial robe draped over him slipped off automatically, revealing his battle attire beneath. Simultaneously, the "Tiger Soul Blade" and the "Sword of Divine Punishment," previously held by two attendants, shattered their cases with resonant hums and flew into his hands. The silver-haired werewolf smirked arrogantly. "Well said. As long as I exist, no human scheme will prevail—not forbidden spells, and certainly not you."

Xi Luo snorted, the white light of the Thorn Crown flaring brightly as he declared, "Don't think becoming a Sword Saint makes you invincible. The Twelve Sages long ago left behind weapons to defeat you. Today, your fate is sealed—just like Samantha's before you."

As he spoke, Xi Luo mobilized the vast Domain granted by the "Hero Emperor Sword" and launched his assault.

The first to change was the crimson pillar among the eight massive beams. Countless vibrant fire elements surged forth, dyeing the countless light threads filling the space a blazing red. The temperature in the vast area skyrocketed, and within moments, the air grew hot enough to ignite plants.

Though such heat couldn't harm Chen Xuanfeng, he couldn't afford to ignore Xi Luo's actions. Within the grand coliseum were thousands of beast nobles and War God Temple Shamans. If they suffered heavy casualties, Chen Xuanfeng would not only face the prospect of ruling alone but also bear the brunt of questioning and condemnation from the hundred beast clans.

Thus, Chen Xuanfeng roared and unleashed his space-shaking "Aura—Void Tide" at full force, causing the crimson light threads to tremble violently and the surging fire elements to falter. Without pause, the silver-haired werewolf swung both his blades. The "Tiger Soul Blade" transformed into a dark purple crystalline state, its immense dark magic not leaking outward but instead acting like a vortex, drawing in the abundant fire elements around it. Meanwhile, the "Sword of Divine Punishment" in his right hand crackled with Platinum Lightning, its razor-sharp flashes cutting through the dense web of elemental threads. With a series of powerful slashes, he tore over a dozen gaps in Xi Luo's eight-colored elemental Domain.

Behind Chen Xuanfeng, the War God Pope immediately raised the spherical divine artifact "Eye of the War God." Empowered by the artifact, his spellforce surged like an ocean, forcibly stabilizing the gaps that had begun to close the moment they appeared. At the same time, he bellowed, "All beasts, heed my command—retreat by your respective clans!"