91: Chapter 91 Yan Wudao held up one finger: That's it? I thought it would be something bigger.
Blinding white light flooded the entire Wudao Palace square.
Ye Chen's sword strike gathered the power of all living beings from the Lower Realm's Three Thousand Dao Provinces and fused it with the killing intent of the Heavenly Dao Source.
The sheer power was beyond words.
Everywhere it passed, space peeled away like shards of broken glass, revealing the pitch-black, deep turbulence of the Void Realm.
Even if a true Great Emperor stood here, they would likely be heavily injured by this strike if they didn't use their trump cards.
"Die!"
Ye Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and his head of white hair stood on end like steel wires in the howling wind.
He poured all his hatred and all his humiliation into this single strike.
He seemed to already see the scene.
The scene of that insufferably arrogant Devil Head crumbling under his brilliant blow.
Just as the sword tip was less than three inches from Yan Wudao's forehead...
Yan Wudao moved.
He didn't retreat, nor did he draw that demonic sword capable of severing the Void Realm; he didn't even release a sliver of Protective Demonic Qi.
He simply stood in place.
Slowly, he raised his right hand.
Then, he extended an index finger.
That finger was long and fair, appearing to have nothing special about it.
There were no world-destroying light effects, nor any heart-pounding clashes of Aura.
Just like that, in an unremarkable manner, it met the sword tip that was more dazzling than the sun and tapped against it.
Under the incredulous gazes of Ye Chen, Chu Feng, and the tens of thousands of Cultivators present...
The index finger and the sword tip collided.
"Ding."
A crisp sound, somewhat like a water droplet falling into a deep pool, echoed in everyone's ears.
The sound wasn't loud, yet it eerily drowned out the surrounding roar of the tearing Void Realm.
Immediately following that.
Time seemed to come to a complete standstill at this moment.
That terrifying light sword, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth and enough to split the Major Thousand Worlds...
The moment it touched Yan Wudao's fingertip.
It actually seemed to hit an invisible wall built from the most fundamental laws of the world.
It could no longer advance even a fraction of an inch!
All the storms, all the pressure, all the violent spiritual energy.
At this moment, everything came to a screeching halt.
It was like an action blockbuster at its climax suddenly having its pause button pressed.
"This... how is this possible..."
Ye Chen maintained his posture of holding the sword with both hands in a downward strike, his entire body frozen in mid-air.
His eyes stared fixedly at the finger at the tip of his sword.
His brain was shaking frantically, completely unable to process the information he was seeing.
This was a sword strike that gathered the power of all living beings! It was a strike that could even slay a Great Emperor!
Why?
Why was it blocked by a single finger?
And blocked so easily, so casually!
"Just this?"
In the silence.
Yan Wudao's voice slowly rang out, carrying an unconcealed sense of disappointment and boredom.
He tilted his head slightly, looking at the horrified Ye Chen who was right in front of him.
"You spent all that time making a fuss, even turning your hair white, just to squeeze out this thing?"
Yan Wudao sighed, as if watching a clumsy performance.
"I thought there would be more commotion; you made me look forward to it for so long."
These words were like an invisible, loud slap, fiercely striking Ye Chen's face.
It shattered the pride he had managed to reconstruct with great difficulty.
"No! I don't believe it!"
Ye Chen roared frantically. He exhausted the last bit of his lifespan, madly driving the Heavenly Dao Fragments.
He wanted to crush the finger blocking him.
But he discovered in despair that his power, before that finger, was like a clay ox entering the sea.
No matter how much he poured in, it couldn't cause the slightest ripple.
"Are you done playing? If you're done, it's my turn."
Yan Wudao's gaze turned cold.
At his fingertip, an incredibly deep black vortex suddenly erupted.
That devouring force was ten thousand times more terrifying than a black hole!
"Crack!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound of shattering.
The light sword in Ye Chen's hand, condensed from the power of all living beings and the Heavenly Dao Source, began to crumble inch by inch starting from the tip.
And that wasn't all.
The black devouring vortex followed the shattered sword body and directly climbed onto Ye Chen's hands.
It was like a greedy Taotie, following the threads of Karma.
It began to frantically devour the power of all living beings that Ye Chen had borrowed with such difficulty, as well as that pure Heavenly Dao Source!
"Aaaaaahhhh—!"
Ye Chen let out a shrill scream; this was a deprivation ten thousand times more painful than being skinned alive.
He watched helplessly as the vast power within his body flowed back into Yan Wudao's body like a bursting flood.
His appearance, which had regained its youth due to the surge of power, withered again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His white hair fell out, and his skin became as wizened as old tree bark.
Not only that.
Even his last bit of pitiful Saint Realm Foundation was uprooted by this terrifying devouring force!
"My power! My power!"
Ye Chen wailed in despair, but he couldn't even move a finger now.
He could only be slaughtered like a leaking ball.
As for Yan Wudao, he closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.
This Heavenly Dao Source, "filtered" by Ye Chen, was incredibly pure.
As soon as it entered his body, it was greedily absorbed by the Chaos God-Demon Body.
His Aura was climbing at a terrifying speed.
Great Emperor Realm Middle Stage Peak!
Great Emperor Realm Late Stage!
Until it reached the Peak of the Great Emperor Realm, only then did the climbing momentum gradually level off.
*Burp~*
Yan Wudao let out a very unrefined burp.
This buffet was truly comfortable.
Not only did his cultivation surge, but even the Fusion level of his Chaos God-Demon Body had improved quite a bit.
He opened his eyes and looked at Ye Chen, who was nearly a dried corpse in front of him.
"Thanks for nature's gift; you served as a very competent filter."
A wicked smile curled at the corner of Yan Wudao's mouth.
He gave a slight flick of his index finger.
"Bang!"
Ye Chen's hands that were holding the sword were directly blasted into a bloody mess.
His entire body was like a broken kite, tracing a miserable arc in mid-air.
He was sent flying dozens of meters away.
He crashed heavily into the ruins of the Blood Formation that was originally meant to protect him at the edge of the square.
Coincidentally, he landed right at the feet of Chu Feng and Su Mu.
A cloud of dust was kicked up.
The entire field was dead silent.
Whether it was the Loose Cultivators who had followed Ye Chen to rebel or the various scouts hiding in the shadows to observe.
At this moment, all of them were looking at Yan Wudao as if he were a monster.
One finger.
With just one finger, he crushed the Child of Destiny's strongest killing move!
And he even drained all of the opponent's Foundations in reverse!
Is this even human?
This is something even a god couldn't do!
At this time, Chu Feng was still maintaining his formation posture.
He looked at Ye Chen at his feet, who was breathing more out than in and had turned into a white-haired old man.
Then he looked up at Yan Wudao, who stood at the palace entrance without even a speck of dirt on his clothes.
Chu Feng swallowed hard, only feeling a chill run down his back.
He had personally witnessed how terrifying that sword strike was just now.
If he were the one facing that sword, even ten lives wouldn't be enough to survive.
Yet before this man, it didn't even count as a basic attack?
How could this fight even be fought?
Revenge? What the hell kind of revenge!
Chu Feng turned his head and glanced at Su Mu beside him, who had lost his sanity and was still mindlessly releasing spiritual energy.
Then he looked at the half-dead Ye Chen on the ground.
Of these two so-called "allies," one had become an idiot and the other a cripple.
The madness in Chu Feng's eyes, which had been bloodshot with revenge, gradually faded.
In its place...
...was a chilling color of the most extreme egoism belonging to those who follow the way of stealth.
His gaze changed.