Graylen

"A legendary powerhouse of Tianwu Continent - Qin Chen, once fell from grace in the Martial Realm due to betrayal by a close friend. Three centuries later, he reincarnated into the body of a bullied illegitimate son of a noble prince. Utilizing his profound knowledge from his past life, he cultivated spiritual power, refined divine pills, defied the heavens, and rose to power with unstoppable force. Thus began his awe-inspiring journey to reclaim glory, a legendary odyssey that would shake the entire continent to its core."

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Martial Cultivation Realms
Human Level → Earth Level → Heaven Level → Mystic Level →Martial Ancestor → Martial Venerable → Martial King →Martial Sovereign → Martial Emperor →Mortal Saint → Earth Saint → Heavenly Saint → Saint Lord →Human Paragon → Earth Paragon → Heaven Paragon → Supreme Paragon →Transcendent Realm
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Sub Realm Progression
Quasi-[Realm] → Initial Stage → Initial Peak →Middle Stage → Middle Peak → Late Stage → Late Peak

God of War Dominates

Everyone except Qin Yuechi watched the blade's arc with calculating eyes.

The strike roared through the air, menacing and precise—a testament to the guard's skill. Yet Lady Zhao seethed inwardly: Why aim for the arm? Strike the head!

But before anticipation could solidify—

Three blinding flashes erupted from Qin Chen's sword. The guard's saber shuddered violently in his grip, nearly torn from his hands. As he strained to steady it, cold steel kissed his throat.

"Impossible…" The guard's face paled. A Human Realm early-stage brat overpowering my late-stage strength?

"Drop your sword!" Lady Zhao barked, clinging to her authority.

Qin Chen smiled—a predator's grin. The blade pressed deeper, then slashed sideways.

Blood fountained. The guard crumpled.

"Plead for mercy after trying to kill me?" Qin Chen's laugh chilled bones. He turned to Zhao Qirui, eyes narrowing. "Glance at my mother again, and I'll carve out your lecherous eyes."

Zhao Qirui's retort died under that feral gaze.

Lady Zhao trembled with rage. "You dare threaten a royal? Qin Yong!"

A gaunt elder in indigo robes stepped forward. His presence alone sharpened the air—Earth Realm pressure.

"Surrender, Young Master," Qin Yong intoned, lifeless eyes locked on Qin Chen. "Spare yourself pain."

Qin Chen tightened his grip on the sword. "Try."

Qin Yong moved—a hawk's lethal dive. Clawed hands tore through the air, crushing Qin Chen's defenses.

A thunderous voice froze the room.

Marquis of Anping, Qin Yuanhong—Qin Chen's uncle—strode in, his golden python belt gleaming. Qin Yong halted mid-strike, retreating with a bow.

Lady Zhao pounced. "This viper murdered guards and threatened Prince Qi! He must—"

"ENOUGH!" Qin Yuanhong's roar shook dust from beams. "Must you drag our name through filth? 'Viper'? If he's vile, what does that make us?"

Lady Zhao's face purpled, words strangled by her husband's wrath. Servants pressed foreheads to floor, breath held.

Chapter 5: The Marquis