Ten Divine Descendant Grade trial puppets had been forcibly worn down and erased by Daniel, leaving only fragments of fading light scattered across the ground.
Among the watching powerhouses, waves of sharp inhales rose one after another.
"A Divine Sovereign fighting ten Divine Descendants, and he actually won!"
"Creator above, can someone tell me what I just saw wasn't an illusion?"
"Compared to Faustus, the accumulation from my tens of thousands of years of cultivation is completely worthless!"
"I'm afraid it won't be long before Faustus becomes the most terrifying existence beneath the threshold of Oracle-grade."
"When that time comes… the true show in this starsea may only just begin."
On the trial platform, fragments lay scattered everywhere.
Daniel stood at the center of that broken radiance, his expression calm.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing through layer after layer of powerhouses before landing on Lucius's livid face.
