Chapter 20: The Awakening of a True Overlord Saint – The World Reacts
The coliseum, filled with thousands of spectators, stood deathly silent as two figures faced each other at its center.
One was Alexander Magnus, his golden-purple aura surging, an embodiment of unshakable supremacy. His very presence distorted the heavens, his Saintly and Overlord Visions flickering behind him—one a divine colossus, the other an unstoppable conqueror.
The other was a masked opponent, a disciple whose aura should have been far beneath Alexander's.
Yet, something was wrong.
His killing intent was not that of a competitor. It was of an executioner.
This was not a match.
It was an assassination attempt.
Alexander's golden eyes flickered with an icy sharpness.
"So… you've come."
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The Assassination Begins
The masked assassin moved first.
His figure blurred, vanishing into the void itself. A moment later, a thin line of killing intent shot toward Alexander's throat—so fast that even the Elders in the stands could barely react.
A supreme Void Step. A technique that erased all presence, all sound, all resistance.
A technique that guaranteed instantaneous death.
But as his dagger descended—
BOOM!
A shockwave of pure dominance erupted from Alexander's body.
The entire arena shook.
Before the assassin's blade could pierce his skin, a golden-purple halo ignited around Alexander, distorting reality itself. His Overlord Saint Physique had awakened.
The dagger, made of void-woven starsteel, capable of cutting through dimensions, shattered upon contact.
Crack!
The assassin's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Impossible."
Before he could react—
Alexander moved.
One step forward—
The heavens roared.
One hand reached out—
Reality shattered.
His fingers clamped around the assassin's throat.
With absolute force, he lifted him into the air, golden energy searing through his opponent's body, crushing his meridians, destroying his hidden protective talismans, erasing every escape method in a single instant.
The entire Verdant Sky Sect watched in mute horror.
This was not a duel.
This was judgment.
The assassin struggled, his concealed face twisted in agony.
"Y-you…" he choked, trying to unleash his final self-destruction technique.
Alexander's golden eyes glowed, his Saintly and Overlord Visions surging forth.
A divine titanic emperor and a celestial conqueror loomed behind him—gods among gods.
Their wills merged into one.
"Kneel."
BOOM!
The assassin's body convulsed violently, his bones shattering under the weight of a divine command.
The entire coliseum collapsed under the pressure of his authority.
Even the strongest Elders watching instinctively bowed, unable to resist.
Magnus Tyrannos and Seraphina Celestia, high above, remained unaffected—but even they could feel it.
The power of an Overlord Saint.
The assassin, still trapped in Alexander's grasp, gasped for breath.
He was a supreme killer, trained in the darkest arts, an agent of the most terrifying assassin guilds itself.
And yet—
He was nothing before Alexander Magnus.
"You were never meant to leave this arena alive."
Alexander tightened his grip—
CRACK.
The assassin's body disintegrated under the sheer force of his power.
A flash of golden flames ignited, reducing what remained to nothingness.
Not even ashes were left behind.
The assassination attempt had failed.
Alexander stood victorious.
And the world…
Finally understood what he was.
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Above, Magnus Tyrannos, his father, exhaled slowly.
He was a man who had conquered stars, who had commanded empires—
And yet, even he felt something rare.
Pride.
"He is beyond expectations. Even the heavens themselves tremble at his existence."
Beside him, Seraphina Celestia gazed down, her celestial presence unwavering.
"The moment he was born, this fate was set. A True Overlord Saint cannot be hidden."
She smiled, but behind that smile was resolution.
"The world will move against him, but he will move against the world first."
Celestia Tyrannos, his elder sister, clenched her hands.
"Even I cannot see the limits of his strength…"
She was already recognized as a future Saint Empress.
Yet Alexander had surpassed her.
Her battle spirit ignited.
"Little brother, you truly refuse to walk the path of ordinary beings."
She smirked.
"Then I'll have to make sure I don't fall behind, either."
Lucian Tyrannos, his cousin, felt his blood boiling.
"Damn it! He's already at this level?"
But this was not envy.
It was pure excitement.
"Cousin, you better not slow down. I'm coming for you."
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The Verdant Sky Sect was in chaos.
Their Sect Master, Grand Elders, and top disciples watched in horrified awe.
Sect Master Xuan Ji: "We… we have taken in a monster…"
Elder Bai: "No, Sect Master. We have taken in much more than that."
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The Celestial Clan
"A mortal child dares to wield the Throne of the Heavenly Emperor? Blasphemy!"
The Demon Court
"A True Overlord Saint? If he grows any further, he may become our greatest adversary."
The Primordial Beast Sovereigns
"This child's blood… it is beyond divine. He is no ordinary Saint."
Across ancient palaces, celestial realms, and abyssal citadels, whispers of his existence spread.
Some sought to recruit him.
Others… to destroy him.
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Far beyond the realms of light, in the depths of an ancient void, a figure emerged.
His form was obscured by shadows, his very presence distorting space around him.
He stepped forward from an ancient portal, the scent of death and fate lingering in his wake.
A voice—one that did not belong to a man, nor a beast, but something far older—spoke.
"The heavens have marked him for destruction."
His target was set.
The hunt for Alexander Magnus had begun.