"Bastard, are you courting death!" Ficknilas raised his Soft Sword and thrust it towards Aiven's throat.

Aiven's pupils contracted, a sense of life-and-death crisis enveloping him.

"Am I really going to die at the hands of this bastard Ficknilas?" Aiven's heart was filled with unwillingness and rage, roaring internally: "I refuse! I refuse!"

Ever since Aiven learned the truth about the past from Caesar's mouth, he had made a secret vow countless times in his heart: the Nilas Family must pay the price for what happened back then! He had to kill Ficknilas—the very one who forced poison down his mother's throat with his own hands!

But now, facing Ficknilas in the Demi-God Domain, was he about to die by his hand as well? Could he really fail to avenge his mother?

"Aiven, back then, your mother, even while poisoned, endured countless days with incredible willpower just to give birth to you. You must know that your life was forged from her endless suffering. Are you really going to give up here? Don't you want to reclaim her honor and dignity?" At this moment, a familiar voice rang out in Aiven's mind.

"Big brother… Mother!" Aiven recognized Ling Feng's voice, and a surge of unshakable conviction rose in his heart.

"Mother, you endured unimaginable pain for me in your final moments, using the last of your strength to bring me into this world! How could I have the right to give up now?" Aiven's resolve gradually solidified, and his eyes began to glow with fierce determination.

And at this point, Ficknilas's Soft Sword had already wrapped around Aiven.

Ling Feng couldn't help but clench his fists. Though he appeared calm on the surface, his attention was entirely focused on the battlefield, on Aiven.

Though Ling Feng intended to use the pressure from the Nilas Family to force Aiven into breaking through, he also worried that pushing too hard might destroy Aiven instead. From the start of the battle, he had been paying close attention to every turn of events.

Aiven's strength wasn't weak—he had already reached the Peak of Grade A a year ago. Yet, he had never managed to find the threshold for the Demi-God Domain. Ling Feng understood that what Aiven lacked was a solid foundation of conviction. Only by building this conviction could Aiven's spirit shatter the confines of his physical body and step fully into the Demi-God Domain.

Boom! At that moment, a fierce explosion erupted on the Fengyun Platform.

Ficknilas's Soft Sword was shattered by an overwhelming force, scattering into countless fragments. Aiven, who had previously been a sitting duck for slaughter, was now engulfed in intense red light, with a powerful killing intent blanketing Ficknilas.

"This…" Ficknilas's eyes widened in disbelief. "The Demi-God Domain… You… You've ascended to the Demi-God Domain at a time like this!"

A torrent of Heavenly Earth Vitality surged madly into Aiven's body. Aiven himself looked at his own hands in astonishment. Was this overwhelming power the hallmark of the Demi-God Domain?

Aiven's breakthrough to the Demi-God Domain in the midst of battle left everyone present in utter shock. Even the clan leaders of the nobility couldn't help but rise to their feet, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

A Demi-God Domain prodigy in his twenties—such a talent was unbelievably rare! Such a young master would, so long as they remained Undying, undoubtedly become one of the world's greatest powers in just twenty years! It could be said that whoever counted such a master among their ranks had effectively locked in their clan's future. After all, who would mind having an extra powerhouse? Noble wars were, at their core, clashes of heritage.

Unaware of the stir he caused among the nobles, Aiven was entirely focused on the surging power within him. His injuries were also healing at an astonishing rate.

"You…" Ficknilas began to say something, but in the next moment, Aiven had already grabbed him by the throat, lifting him clean off the ground.

Ficknilas flailed violently, feeling as though an enormous iron clamp had latched around his neck, threatening to crush it completely!

"Mmpf… Mmpf!" He struggled with all his might, his eyes filled with a mixture of fury and terror.

But Aiven was unmoved, his icy gaze on Ficknilas as if looking at a dead man.

"Let him go!" At this moment, Taggart Niles could no longer stay seated and stood up abruptly.

Ficknilas, being a Direct Lineage member of the Nilas Family and Taggart's younger brother, was also one of Taggart's greatest supporters within the clan. How could Taggart let someone kill Ficknilas?

Hearing Taggart's words, Aiven relaxed his grip slightly, allowing Ficknilas to breathe more freely.

"You want me to let go?" Aiven turned his gaze to Taggart Niles, his biological father.

Taggart Niles stared back at Aiven, speaking in a low voice: "That's right. Release him, and our Nilas Family will promise not to hold any grudges against you."

Upon hearing this, Aiven burst into laughter, his wild and reckless laughter setting the stage for a compelling drama about to unfold.

"The Nilas Family?" Aiven's laughter ceased, and his tone was laden with scorn. "Do you think the Nilas Family is so impressive?"

With those words, Aiven hurled Ficknilas violently to the ground, the impact reverberating through the entire Fengyun Platform with a deafening crash.

Ficknilas felt as though he'd been struck by a speeding locomotive, his internal organs suffering immense trauma. Before he could even stand, Aiven stomped on his head, forcing his face into the ground in an intimate collision!

The crowd erupted in shock. In battles, killing was one thing, but Aiven's actions—that sheer humiliation—left no room for redemption, marking a complete and irreparable rift with the Nilas Family. Though they were already enemies, to disgrace a core member of the Nilas Family like this, especially under the watchful eyes of the audience, even Taggart's stone-cold demeanor gave way to fury.

"How dare you!" Taggart roared. "Take him down for me!"

Two black-clad men standing behind Taggart responded immediately, their figures vanishing and reappearing on the Fengyun Platform.

Though the Fengyun Platform dictated life-and-death outcomes, these were, after all, man-made rules. Naturally, Taggart Niles wouldn't abide by such rules if it meant losing his brother's life.

"Let go!" The two black-clad men appeared behind Aiven, reaching to seize him.

Aiven was only a recent ascendant to the Demi-God Domain. Facing two seasoned Demi-God Domain masters, he undoubtedly couldn't match their strength.

"You two…" Suddenly, a lazy voice came from behind the black-clad men. Ling Feng's voice rang out: "Are you really going to ignore my presence?"

"Since the Nilas Family has decided to disregard the rules, I see no reason to remain idle either."

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