URBAN VILLAIN SYSTEM

Finally, Tony relaxed after seeing the hidden Deity location.

The roaring engines of the Clark family’s strategic war jet finally fell silent, leaving only the whistling, icy winds of the neutral border to howl against the reinforced metallic hull.

The massive aircraft had landed on the absolute summit of Mount Meru, a lawless and desolate domain where the atmospheric density was thin enough to suffocate an ordinary mortal cultivator.

Tony Clark strode down the lowering boarding ramp, his dark cloak billowing violently in the freezing gale, his eyes completely narrowed as he activated his Truth Eye to scan the ancient, rocky terrain for any hidden arrays or spatial anomalies.

Directly behind him, Elsa followed with smooth, unhurried steps, her violet eyes completely locked onto Tony’s back with that same unnatural, absolute devotion that the Heavenly Imperial Soul Subduing Art had permanently etched into her consciousness.

"The exact location is just across this ridge, big brother Tony," Elsa murmured softly, her silky voice cutting through the whistling wind as she pointed a delicate finger toward a concealed, narrow ravine cutting into the mountain’s peak.

"The ancestral maps of my tribe indicate that this plateau holds the oldest spatial thinness on the continent, anchored by the ancient architectural ruins of the primordial era. It is the only place where the otherworldly entity’s spatial frequency can successfully pierce through the worldly laws without causing a total collapse of the local space."

Tony followed her guidance without a word, his boots crushing the frozen earth as they navigated the rocky labyrinth until the path suddenly opened up into a massive, hidden amphitheater carved directly into the heart of the summit.

In the absolute center of the clearing stood an imposing, weathered stone structure, its pillars cracked and covered in ancient, glowing moss that hummed with a faint, residual divine energy. Directly embedded within the central altar was a massive, terrifying deity image of an forgotten old god, its stone eyes staring blankly into the sky with an aura of primordial sorrow that made the ambient spiritual energy feel incredibly heavy.

Elsa stepped forward toward the altar, her slender fingers brushing against her high-grade spatial storage ring before a brilliant flash of azure light materialized in her palm, revealing a massive, intricately carved Sea Conch that vibrated with the deep, resonant echoes of the vast ocean.

"This is the ancestral Sea Conch of the Demonic Sea Tribe, big brother," Elsa explained, holding the heavy artifact out to him with both hands in a gesture of total, unreserved submission.

"The otherworldly being explicitly commanded that the signal must be sounded from the center of this altar, as the frequency will resonate directly with the deity image to tear open the dimensional veil."

Tony took the cold, heavy artifact from her hands, a slow, ruthless smile curling the corners of his lips as he stepped onto the stone platform.

His massive Overlord Warrior energy surging into his lungs as he brought the conch to his lips. With a powerful exhalation, he blew into the ancient instrument, releasing a deep, thunderous boom that vibrated through the very foundation of Mount Meru, causing the stone deity image to flash with a violent, ethereal light as a visible ripple of spatial distortion began to tear through the clouds above.

"An exceptionally magnificent performance, young master Tony, but I am afraid you have played your last card on this grand chessboard," a cold, mocking voice suddenly echoed from the surrounding shadows, completely shattering the atmospheric tension.

The space directly above the amphitheater rippled violently as Academy Master Da Vinci slowly materialized from thin air, his robes fluttering majestically as his profound, high-tier cultivation pressure descended upon the plateau like an absolute avalanche.

Da Vinci stared down at Tony with a mixture of intense greed and cold calculation, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

"Did you truly believe your sudden midnight departure in a strategic war jet could escape the surveillance networks of my academy? Hand over the World Tree seeds and the signaling method this instant, Tony Clark, and perhaps I will allow your family to survive the upcoming purge."

Before Tony could even formulate a lazy, sarcastic retort, the ambient temperature on the plateau plummeted even further as a massive, towering pillar of dark oceanic water erupted from the frozen ground nearby, completely shattering the ancient stone pathways.

From the heart of the swirling vortex, Ancestor Luka of the Demonic Sea Tribe stepped forward, his ancient, withered face contorted with an absolute, terrifying rage that made the surrounding air hum with lethal killing intent.

Luka’s gaze completely bypassed Tony, locking instantly onto his granddaughter, who was standing quietly by the human’s side without showing even a single hint of royal panic or distress.

"Elsa! What is the meaning of this absolute betrayal?!" Ancestor Luka roared, his voice carrying the full, suffocating weight of a supreme expert as he glared at the young princess.

"You were captured by this human brat, yet you dare to bring him to our tribe’s ultimate transaction ground? Step away from him this instant and return to my side, so we can slaughter this arrogant junior together!"

Elsa didn’t move an inch, her violet eyes remaining completely calm and entirely devoid of her former tribal allegiance as she looked back at her grandfather with a cold, detached indifference.

"I am sorry, Ancestor Luka, but my loyalty and my soul belong exclusively to big brother Tony now," she stated smoothly, her voice entirely steady as she lightly grasped Tony’s sleeve.

"Everything the Demonic Sea Tribe owns is merely a stepping stone for my big brother’s ultimate ascension to the higher realms."

"You... you low-born beast! He has completely subdued her mind!" Ancestor Luka shrieked in sheer, unadulterated horror, his ancient mind instantly realizing that the proud princess of his bloodline had been turned into a brainwashed puppet. A wave of humiliation and psychotic fury washed over the old monster as his eyes turned blood-red with killing intent.

"Tony Clark! I will tear your flesh into a thousand pieces and grind your soul into absolute dust for violating the royal lineage of the Demonic Sea Tribe! Die!"

With a deafening roar, Ancestor Luka lunged forward, his withered hand clawing through the air as he unleashed a catastrophic, high-tier martial strike that manifested as a colossal, venomous sea dragon composed of compressed spiritual energy, roaring directly toward Tony’s chest with enough power to level the entire mountain range.

Da Vinci watched the sudden attack with a cold, calculating smirk, fully expecting the young master of the Clark family to be completely obliterated by the supreme expert’s wrath, yet Tony didn’t even attempt to utilize his Heavenly Mirage Steps to dodge the incoming doom.

Instead, a terrifyingly calm, villainous grin spread across Tony’s face as his consciousness instantly connected with the system interface inside his mind, targeting the singular, absolute trump card he had been hoarding for a moment just like this. ’System! Activate the Supreme Rank Kill Strike immediately! Target: Ancestor Luka!’

[Ding! Activating absolute trump card: "Supreme Rank Kill Strike". Uses remaining: 1. Executing instant elimination protocol on designated target.]

An incomprehensible, reality-shattering flash of crimson light suddenly erupted from Tony’s chest, bypassing the laws of space and time entirely as it sliced through the colossal sea dragon like a hot knife through butter.

Ancestor Luka didn’t even have time to scream; the moment the crimson light touched his physical form, his high-tier defensive arrays, his absolute cultivation realm, and his entire physical body were instantly dissolved into microscopic ash, leaving absolutely nothing behind but a faint, burning scent of ozone in the freezing air.

A supreme expert of the Demonic Sea Tribe, a monster who had dominated the region for centuries, had been erased from existence in less than a single millisecond.

The entire plateau fell into a dead, suffocating silence so intense that the sound of Da Vinci’s rapid, terrified breathing became completely audible.

Elsa’s violet eyes widened in absolute shock at the terrifying display of divine power, her body trembling slightly from the sheer magnitude of the strike, yet the unbreakable golden chains of the Imperial soul art ensured that she couldn’t leave Tony’s side, her devotion only shifting into an even deeper, more fanatical awe of her master.

Da Vinci stood frozen in mid-air, his face completely pale as a cold sweat drenched his majestic robes, his mind entering a state of absolute, chaotic panic as he stared at the empty space where Ancestor Luka had just been standing.

He began wondering what to do next, his mind racing through a thousand different escape routes and survival strategies as he realized that the lazy, shameless young master of the Clark family possessed a hidden power capable of killing supreme experts instantly.

Yet, as his gaze flickered back toward the glowing deity image and the spatial distortion humming above the altar, the intoxicating desire for the World Tree seeds completely overrode his survival instincts; those seeds were the only key to his own ascension, a treasure he simply could not ignore.

Tony slowly turned his gaze up toward the hovering Academy Master, his dark eyes gleaming with an unnatural, predatory amusement as he casually rolled his shoulders, pretending as though he could unleash another absolute strike at any second.

"Well, Master Da Vinci," Tony bluffed smoothly, his voice dripping with an incredibly dangerous, casual arrogance that completely masked the reality of his depleted system cards. "Ancestor Luka was remarkably loud, so I had to quiet him down permanently. Tell me, do you believe your academy’s defensive arts are sturdier than a supreme expert’s life force? Because I have absolutely no problem erasing you from the face of this continent next."

Da Vinci’s teeth gritted violently, his expression twisting with a mixture of intense terror and unyielding greed as he refused to back down from the absolute temptation of the higher realms.

"Do not try to deceive me with your empty threats, Tony Clark!" Da Vinci roared, his voice shaking but his hands rapidly forming a series of complex, lethal runic seals in the air.

"A strike of that caliber must possess an immense restriction or a massive cooldown period! I do not want your life, nor do I wish to destroy the Clark family, but I must have my ascension! Give me at least one World Tree seed right now, or I will risk everything to bury you on this mountaintop!"

As the words left his mouth, Da Vinci unleashed his absolute core energy, the space around them fracturing as he pushed his hands forward to execute a catastrophic, wide-range academy attack that threatened to cave in the entire amphitheater.

But just as the magical construct expanded, just as the lethal energy was about to escalate into a final, world-ending confrontation... everything suddenly paused!

The whistling winds instantly froze in mid-air, the swirling snow stood completely still like floating crystals, and the crackling magical energy of Da Vinci’s attack was completely paralyzed in time, as an impossibly massive, suffocating pressure from a completely different dimension began to slowly press down upon the entire summit of Mount Meru.