390: Monsters are merely at their threshold.

Below, on the smooth, mirror-like flat ground.

Holding the Emperor Sword, Qin Qingzheng was the only one among the three who could pose a tangible threat to Qin Wudao.

She knew this well herself.

The clear, cold light of the Frost Heaven Emperor Sword almost transformed into a light screen that froze time and space; her sword moves were as dense as a net, enveloping Qin Wudao's vital points regardless of the cost.

However, just as she delivered another fatal strike—

Qin Wudao seemed to lose his last bit of patience.

With one punch, he sent the attacking Qin Kuangge flying for thousands of feet.

Almost at the same instant, Qin Qingzheng's sword tip arrived three inches before Qin Wudao's brow!

The frost-cold Sword Qi almost froze his eyelashes.

This time, Qin Wudao did not dodge.

He didn't even use any Divine Ability.

He simply raised his right hand, fingers spread, meeting the edge of the Emperor Sword that was enough to sever Laws—

And grabbed it directly!

"Clang—!!!"

An ear-piercing screech of metal grinding against metal exploded, enough to make one's Divine Soul tremble!

Qin Qingzheng's pupils instantly contracted to the extreme, unable to believe the scene before her eyes.

"Enough trouble."

Qin Wudao's voice was calm and rippleless, but his fingers began to tighten slightly.

At that moment, a wild wind howled from the side!

Qin Xuanji's Incarnation, the 'All Things Impermanent Incarnation', seized this split-second opportunity; its giant sword tore through space and slashed down towards the top of Qin Wudao's head!

Seizing this momentary opening, Qin Qingzheng abruptly withdrew her sword and retreated.

Qin Wudao ignored her, simply looking up slightly and calmly watching the descending sword light.

Then—

"Clang!!!!"

An indescribable, terrifying sound of impact, as if two stars had collided!

The Impermanence Law Sword struck Qin Wudao's head squarely!

Not even a single white mark was left behind.

On the contrary, the giant sword, capable of cleaving mountains, shook violently the moment it struck Qin Wudao's skull; immediately, dense cracks spread rapidly like a spiderweb!

"Crash!"

In the next moment, the entire giant sword shattered with a bang, flying off in all directions!

Under the reflected light of the shattering Incarnation sword.

Qin Wudao turned, about to strike back, when he saw Qin Xuanji point a finger toward the sky.

"Above you."

He instinctively looked up.

At that moment—

High in the sky, the dense muzzles of the xuntian seat warship suddenly lit up as bright as day!

Hum—!!!

A torrent of destruction poured down toward where Qin Wudao stood!

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred Starfall Secondary Cannons spat out a rain-like flow of blazing white light, tearing through the sky and completely submerging the area where Qin Wudao was.

Amidst the rain of artillery fire, several dark-colored "Heaven Burial" main cannon beams were interspersed, like spears of divine punishment, piercing fiercely into that sea of destruction!

The earth melted and evaporated amidst the wailing, and space was torn into countless pitch-black cracks.

No Quasi-Emperor could remain unscathed under such an attack.

Except for one person.

From the center of the artillery fire and energy turbulence, a figure stepped out slowly.

It was Qin Wudao.

Whether it was the torrent of main cannons tearing the sky or the secondary cannons as dense as a rainstorm, they fell like a drizzle brushing against a mountain rock, leaving no trace.

He was even walking.

His steps were steady, his expression indifferent, as if he were strolling in his own courtyard.

Beneath the hull of the xuntian seat, the rotating abyss hollow—the Eternal Silence Light Cannon—finally finished charging.

A greyish-dark beam over ten feet thick shot out, annihilating everything in its path.

Qin Wudao finally stopped his pace.

Then, he extended his right hand.

The beam hit the center of his palm.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a low hum that sounded like the world was mourning.

The aftershocks of destruction exploded in a ring; as they hit the ground, they instantly carved out countless hideous cracks, as if the earth were being sliced by an invisible giant blade.

Yet his hand remained motionless.

An invincible posture, nothing more than this.

Inside the bridge of the xuntian seat, there was dead silence.

Seventh Daozi Qin Miaoyan's mouth twitched: "...As expected of Big Brother. Luckily we didn't go down."

Qin Zhaoer's eyes were lowered and she didn't speak; she was worried about Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Qingni took a deep breath, her finger pressing heavily on the button in the center of the console that was locked by layers of blood-colored runes.

"I hope this works!"

Click!

The button was pressed, and the runic chains collapsed layer by layer.

Beneath the warship, a special launch hatch that had never been used before suddenly opened.

A strange oval device was silently ejected, falling toward the invincible figure below.

"A Nuclear Bomb..." Ge Zixuan stared fixedly at the observation screen through Su Wanqing's eyes, murmuring with a final trace of madness and expectation, "Taste the truth of science!!"

Qin Wudao seemed to sense something and looked up at the falling silver-grey creation.

In his eyes, there were still no ripples.

He simply raised his hand again, pointing his fingers like a sword.

"Taichu Burial God Sword."

The sword rose silently.

This strike even severed space, creating a spatial rift.

The Nuclear Bomb, which was accelerating its descent and whose internal chain reaction was about to reach the critical point, simply... disappeared into thin air.

The sword light did not stop.

It crashed toward the xuntian seat that was pouring ammunition in the air.

With just one strike, the hull of the ship, reinforced by countless grand arrays, was nearly cut in half!

"Holy crap—!"

"That was a Nuclear Bomb!!!"

"Forget the Nuclear Bomb, we're crashing!"

Boom—!!!

The xuntian seat giant ship fell into the distant earth amidst explosions, trailing a mournful tail of flames and kicking up sky-blotting dust and shockwaves.

It wasn't that it was too weak.

It was that the opponent was too strong.

Below the Great Emperor level, no one could take that sword strike.

On the flat ground, Qin Kuangge, as he had said before, was beaten until he couldn't get up.

Although Qin Qingzheng stood with her sword, her right arm holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, the web of her hand split open, and blood dripped down from her wrist.

Qin Wudao's gaze calmly swept across the two of them, finally landing on Qin Xuanji, who had been standing quietly in the distance.

"Enough."

His voice held no emotion, yet it carried an unquestionable sense of finality.

"If you want to stop me, show some real skill."

"Otherwise, I'm really going through."

In the distance, Qin Xuanji slowly raised his head, the usual inscrutable smile on his face disappearing.

He nodded slightly, as if talking to himself:

"That's true."

The moment the words fell—

"Life-Bound Technique: All Phenomena Are My Traces."

A calm voice rang directly in Qin Wudao's ear!

It didn't come from the direction where Qin Xuanji was, but rather as if someone was whispering against his earlobe.

This was the first time he had seen him perform his Life-Bound Technique.

A bone-chilling coldness rose from his spine without warning!

Qin Wudao's pupils suddenly contracted; without thinking, almost instinctively, he threw a punch toward the empty space beside him!

Bang!

The wind from the punch exploded the air, but hit nothing.

At the same time, another voice came from behind him:

"Over here."