GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS

In the skies above the coliseum, the thousand-plus warriors of the ancient Gong family hovered in disarray as they stared at the tall, dark-skinned Patrick in the distance. Most cultivators expressed shocking countenances as their minds slowly comprehended the situation. They had just witnessed the strongest members in their group get slapped into meat pastes; such a scene was not only reality-shattering but also extremely demoralizing. Seeing their strongest warriors die instantly at the hands of the enemy without the slightest struggle embedded a dreadful impression of Patrick in their minds and hearts, drastically reducing their fighting spirits.

Opposite the cultivators, Patrick remained in the air as he kept his word, not attacking and giving them a minute to prepare their best artifacts and techniques. He hovered with his hair and robe breezily fluttering with the blowing wind while maintaining his hands behind him like a teacher waiting to punish his students.

Down the coliseum, inside chamber 1, the Jian master, Jian Jiu, stared up at Patrick with widened eyes as he tried to comprehend what had just happened, but unlike the Jian master, the Bored Immortal only expressed a frown while still maintaining his composure. Then, the Jian master, while keeping his shocked, widened eyes at Patrick, subconsciously asked the Bored Immortal in a muttering voice.

"Overlord of the West, you are among the strongest figures in the Immortal Realm; what do you think? Despite being besieged by over three thousand-plus Saints and some Saint Kings of the Gong family, the kid easily killed tens, no, hundreds of Saint Kings without letting the other party even have the opportunity to counteract. Could he perhaps be an unrecorded Dao child sent by the Immortal Gate to threaten the ancient families?"

Hearing the Jian master\'s question, the Bored Immortal paused as he pondered. He spoke with his attention focused on Patrick and the Gong family warriors.

"First, no matter how many flies garner at a dragon, it still doesn\'t change their fates, which is their inevitable demise. And second, evidently, the kid is stronger than he appears. Instantly killing hundreds of first-stage Saint Kings isn\'t a feat even the Dao children can achieve, provided the strongest among them is within the Saint King bracket. And I don\'t think he is an unrecorded Dao child either, or he would have recognized me."

"So, he is not a Dao child and possesses strength equal to at least a Saint Ancestor? Overlord, what is your probability of winning if you were to fight him?"

The Jian master asked while staring at the Overlord with a sweaty face, his expression completely devoid of enthusiasm as he awaited the Bored Immortal\'s answer. Jian Jiu has internally come to terms with the fact that his ancient Jian family might have sided with the wrong party this time. If his assumptions were true, then his Jian family would have made an enemy out of a literal Saint Ancestor, the highest currently known realm in the expansive Immortal Realm.

Looking at the serious sweaty face of Jian Jiu, the Bored Immortal sighed as he replied.

"I don\'t know; I may be shielding my true strength as a regular Saint realm cultivator, but judging from his last attack, I\'m assuming he is a body-type cultivator. Achieving such a feat must mean his body is highly refined. And if we were to fight to the death, I say the worst would be both of us dying at the end."

Listening to the Bored Immortal\'s words, Jian Jiu fell in contemplation. His eyes widened in shock as sweat profusely dripped down his face. He subconsciously clenched his fists as he fully comprehended those words.

\'So that means the kid is as powerful as an Overlord?! Even a distinguished Overlord like the Bored Immortal admits it would be a deathly draw at best if they fought. Does that mean I have offended a Saint Ancestor?! Or perhaps even higher? Since that Fairy was realms higher than even the Bored Immortal, whose true strength is in the Saint Ancestor realm, and according to their hierarchy, she is the weakest in their group, doesn\'t that mean those above might be realms higher than her? This is bad, the sword ancestors would have to step in this time, or our Jian family might see its end today!\'

It had been a full minute since Patrick spoke to the Gong family warriors. Patrick hovered in the air as he watched the cultivators stare at him with dreadful yet hateful countenances. He then spoke, his arrogant words leaving fear in the cultivators\' minds.

"I hope you said your prayers and prepared, as death is your only end. And since your Gong family keeps calling themselves the strongest, let me be the judge of that."

Opposite Patrick, the Gong warriors listened as, despite being afraid, they regrouped in formations and held their resolve as they prepared to either kill Patrick or die trying.  Then, a man among the group bellowed while staring at Patrick.

"Those who dare go against our ancient Gong family will have only one end, death! Initiate the \'Ancient Qi battle formation!"

Upon the man\'s shout, the Gong cultivators uniformly clasped their hands and shouted the technique, causing bright yellow lights to emit from their bodies and enshrouding them in a cocoon. With the energy cocoon enshrouding the thousands of the Gong cultivators, their bodies began glowing as if getting powered up; not long after, the energy cocoon was no more as the thousands of cultivators had absorbed its energy.

Floating in the skies, thousands of cultivators glowed with different colored energies as they all appeared energetically serious and ready for battle. They murderously stared at Patrick as some began unleashing their full power. With thousands of Saints and some Saint Kings unleashing their full strengths and Qi, the sacred realm barrier of the Jian family began intensely vibrating as if it would break at any moment. And as expected, millions of cracks began appearing in the space barriers, causing light to pierce through the cracked space shards.

"Charge!"

A male cultivator vigorously cried out as the thousands of Saints and Saint Kings unhesitatingly and hastily launched at Patrick, their launching speeds shattering the space void and leaving a shattered void at the size of ten thousand feet in length behind them after. One could even notice the slowing down of time and folding of space as the thousands of god-like beings drifted in the air. Their accelerations can only be calculated in light speeds; that\'s how fast Saints and Saint Kings can be.

Seeing the thousands of warriors launching at him, Patrick remained unfazed as he hovered with his hands behind him. He then slightly murmured.

"That\'s the spirit."

Simultaneously to Patrick finishing his murmur, the cultivators flashed around him as one male cultivator horizontally swung his hands at Patrick\'s head like a blade: staring at the man\'s hands in a slow motion-like state, even though they were as fast as the speed of light, Patrick slightly blew on the man\'s hands as the man\'s hands froze into black frost, the black frost instantly spreading and engulfing the man\'s entire body after, making the male cultivator a frozen black frost statue in the pose of attacking Patrick\'s head.

[Passive Nature: Absolute Breath; A nature only possessed by Patrick Alexander King. The master can control his breath to be anything he wishes. The breath is capable of anything the master wishes for it to be capable of doing]

Despite watching their comrade freeze into black frost, the other cultivators disregarded him as they continued their attacks on Patrick. A group of five cultivators launched countless gigantic energy projectiles from above at Patrick, causing a change in the sky\'s color. Maintaining his impassive expression, Patrick lazily gazed at the incoming huge energy projectiles as they vanished and appeared over the heads of the cultivator who launched it the next moment. The energy projectiles landed on their targets as a huge boom resonated in the surroundings, leaving a huge, shattered hold in the void. All these events were happening instantaneously in matters of milliseconds.

The exploding projectiles caused a huge shockwave to spread for millions of miles within the sacred realm. Even the other Gong warriors had to god-grade shields to protect themselves from the shockwave. Down the coliseum, the visiting cultivators cried with panic as they witnessed the might of thousands of Saints and Saint Kings being unleashed on one person; their cries became even worse when they saw the spreading shockwave approaching the coliseum.

"Everyone, protect yourselves with Qi barriers!"

"Oh heavens, we are going to die!"

In chamber 1, the Jian master saw the scene as he attempted to take action, but before he could even act, the Bored Immortal interrupted him as he held his shoulders; the Jian master quickly reacted as he angrily bellowed.

"What do you think you are doing?! If I don\'t shield the coliseum from the shockwave, my son and thousands of my Jian family warriors will die for nothing!"

"You may be strong, but even you won\'t be able to protect yourself from such a shockwave, let alone protect the coliseum. I can\'t afford to reveal my power either; we can only hope \'those\' people intervene."

Down on the auctioning platform, the auctioneer lady, who had been on the bidding platform since the beginning, stared at the spreading shockwave as it reflected in her vibrant teary eyes; fear pervaded her mind as she instinctively uttered a murmuring sentence.

"Dear goddess, wherever you are, please save us."

Simultaneously in chamber 4, Athena, Anna, Thalia, Raleigh, and fairy Marine, watched the devastating scene when suddenly, a tiny golden light sparkled before Marine. Noticing the light, everyone turned and stared at it; the golden light then changed into a person as it showed the auctioneer lady praying to a goddess to save them; she probably chose a Goddess because she\'s a woman. Looking at the sparklingly light, Athena smiled as she spoke.

"It appears you have gained a believer, lady Marine. Congrats, She isn\'t that bad either."

Marine smiled as one could see the excitement on her face. Even though she is now a True God, having believers isn\'t necessary. Regardless, she still had a vibrant smile on acquiring her first believer; this gave her a sense of duty and purpose. She then replied while slightly bowing to Athena.

"I humbly accept the Goddess\'s compliment. I owe all this to your King family, who made today possible. Please excuse me; I wouldn\'t want to disappoint my first believer now, would I?"

Fairy Marine joked with a charming smile as the next moment, blueish energy instantaneously enveloped the coliseum and the entire sword saint city like a bubble, completely protecting everyone within it from the shockwave. All these described scenes in the coliseum happened simultaneously.

​ In the air, Patrick noticed the blue bubble protecting the city; he smiled slightly. He didn\'t even bother protecting himself from the devastating shockwave, which was capable of even killing Saints.

Again, after the shockwave ended, the cultivators continued their assault as, this time, countless laws and Daos were being activated at once, distorting the Qi in the surroundings. The skies lit with multiple energies as the cultivators flashed close to Patrick, changing their fighting style to close combat after realizing long-range attacks were useless. Patrick maintained his posture as the cultivators darted at him from all sides; they began ceaselessly attacking as he casually dodged every attack.

Patrick nonchalantly evaded the thousands of attacks as he lazily turned left and right, not allowing a single attack to land him. A female cultivator suddenly tried to seduce Patrick using her \'aphrodisiac law,\' while another female cultivator attacked him with her lust technique. But opposite to their expectations, Patrick wasn\'t affected the least; he even stared at the two female cultivators as he spoke.

"If your illusions were aimed to charm me, you could have at least made an effort to make them pretty. But I suppose \'pretty\' isn\'t a word you are acquainted with." The female cultivator expressed angrily as she physically attacked Patrick.

Patrick spoke as he evaded the woman\'s attack, as he was doing for the other thousands of cultivators. A male cultivator in the distance used his \'law of blood\' to launch a blood spear at Patrick\'s forehead, but Patrick casually did a back-turning flip as he caught and redirected the spear back to the cultivator using his left leg. The spear\'s speed quadrupled as it instantly blasted off the cultivator\'s upper body. Patrick then presence-shifted into a cluster of cultivators while leaving a physical aspect of himself at his previous location. Casually raising his right leg, he spoke as he followed it by easily blasting the heads off the cultivators.

"I\'m not interested in toying with puny Saints."

Then, a series of kick sounds reverberated the scene as the heads of more than two thousand Saints got blasted off their bodies with mere kicks. Their blasted brains scattered the scene as their bodies began falling shortly after, with some of the brain splatters stained on Patrick\'s boot.

The scene was truly horrendous as the cultivators witnessed one man blasting the heads of thousands of Saint realm cultivators within an instant. To the cultivators, such a scene was beyond comprehension and reality-shattering. In all their lives, they have dreamed of becoming Saints, who were god-like beings within the Immortal Realm—and also becoming people of higher status and power.

Some had committed their entire existence to become these powerful beings in the coming future, yet they were already being introduced to a being capable of killing thousands of these Saints without giving them the slightest chance to escape. Calling it reality-shattering will be an understatement.

With more than half of their comrades annihilated, the remaining Gong family cultivators dreaded in fear as they stared at Patrick like an abomination; witnessing this man playfully exterminate their comrades wasn\'t the slightest pleasant to watch. Some even began trembling as they got a reality check. In all their lives, their ancient Gong family had been among the most powerful powerhouses of the Immortal Realm, meaning they had never really been challenged much by any humans. Their only challenge has been hunting Demon beasts at the doorsteps of the Desolate Realm and breaking through into higher realms.

They had had people who dared challenge the ancient Gong family, but they were instantly annihilated; the ancient Jun family was an example, who tried and failed and are now the weakest ancient family among the twelve families. They had expected to come and easily capture the culprits while causing mayhem within the Jian family\'s sacred realm, but looking now at the results, their minds were completely changed. But as if killing two thousand-plus Saints wasn\'t enough, the Gong cultivators watched as the silver-haired Patrick spoke, his words causing fear and shock in their hearts.

"Are these what you call strongest? Pathetic. I shall be merciful; fight amongst yourselves, and the last man standing will be spared."

Loud heartbeats echoed from the Gong cultivators and from within the coliseum as everyone, except for people in chamber 4, dreadfully stared at Patrick, his words still resounding in their minds as some couldn\'t help but pass out. Ordering warriors of the most powerful ancient family in the Immortal Realm to self-annihilate themselves was something even the Immortal Gate dared not attempt, let alone anyone else. It was already worse when Patrick dared challenge Gong Tieshan, but now he even dared command them to fight amongst themselves, sparing the winner.

Such actions and words were total blasphemy toward the ancient Gong family. Even if the cultivators fought and were spared, they would still be killed by their families if they returned with such humiliation. Not only did they fail their mission, but they also watched someone tarnish the name of the Gong family in public without suffering any consequences. Understanding their predicament, the Gong cultivators realized there was no safer option; whatever they choose will end with their deaths.

Suddenly, the voice of an elderly male reverberated through the sacred realm as it caused the space barriers to tremble intensely—this voice was so powerful, its mere voice frequency caused a change of weather, from sunny to dark, from day to night.

"Fellow cultivator, would you mind sparing these Saint Ancestors some face and ignore everything that happened?!"