Chapter 328 - 185: The Shocking God Stab Shows Its Might Again

Chapter 328: Chapter 185: The Shocking God Stab Shows Its Might Again

An officer in charge of compiling intelligence immediately extracted the key points from Ling Feng’s request for aid and reported them in a rapid-fire cadence.

The white-haired Principal’s gaze instantly swept over the section of the light screen representing Changning City.

His eyes flickered almost imperceptibly before he regained his composure.

’Li Wen? Lured him away?’ the Principal muttered. The instant he heard the news, he quietly reached out with his consciousness to sense the sword seal he had left deep within Li Wen’s mind years ago—a trump card meant to save his life.

The sword seal remained dormant, intact and unactivated.

This discovery put his mind at ease.

He knew his disciple’s fighting style and hidden cards.

Knowing Li Wen’s cautious nature, he would never have lured away a top-tier Marquis Level expert unless he was absolutely certain he could turn the tables.

And as for that "certainty," the Principal guessed what it was in an instant—it had to be the Primordial Spirit Secret Skill, the Shocking God Stab, which Li Wen had nurtured to the peak of the 7th Layer.

’That boy... he probably wants to use this killing blow somewhere secluded to keep his trump card hidden.’

"There’s no need to dispatch additional support." The Principal’s steady voice echoed through the pavilion, reaching the ears of every officer. "My clone will personally pay a visit to ensure there are no mistakes."

He spoke with unwavering conviction, a statement meant both to reassure the officers in the command center and to serve as a strategic announcement.

However, only the Principal himself knew that the clone he claimed would "personally pay a visit" was, in fact, still holding the line at the critical and heavily pressured Mountain Rain Pass.

He simply didn’t dare move it.

If a gap appeared in the top-tier fighting strength at Mountain Rain Pass and the Great Demon Kings of the Demon Race noticed and broke through, the consequences would be catastrophic. The entire planet’s defensive line could collapse.

His talk of a "clone heading over" was merely a cover for Li Wen’s upcoming actions, a way to maintain the secrecy of his Primordial Spirit trump card.

It would make outsiders believe his clone had killed the Snake Division leader, not Li Wen, who was only at the Great Sun Realm.

But even with this deduction and plan in mind, the Principal couldn’t suppress the strong waves of shock rising in his heart.

In just a few short years of tempering himself in the world, he had gone from a youngster at the Bright Moon Realm to now having the confidence to face and plot the assassination of a top-tier Marquis Level expert? That rate of progress was even more terrifying than he had anticipated.

’It seems... not only has the boy fully perfected and nurtured the 7th Layer of the Shocking God Stab,’

The Principal’s profound gaze seemed to pierce through space, falling upon the distant south.

’His Primordial Spirit Realm has probably also broken through to the 4th layer, the Day Travel Realm.’

Only such a powerful Primordial Spirit could support the might of the 7th Layer Shocking God Stab and grant him such an illogical ability to fight across realms.

The Principal’s mind was a torrent of thoughts, but his expression remained perfectly serene. His gaze refocused on the massive array of light screens before him, which showed the fires of war igniting all across the planet. He calmly resumed issuing commands that would decide the fate of the entire Human Race.

***

Fine threads of rain twisted and steamed away in the turbulent, energy-rich air.

In a desolate valley on the outskirts of Changning City, two figures, wreathed in violent torrents of air, moved at high speed. Every collision shattered rock and made the ground tremble.

A fusion of True Essence and Primordial Spirit power surged around Li Wen. The long saber in his hand unleashed brilliant arcs of light that tore through the night, each strike carrying a terrifying weight and sharpness.

His opponent was the new leader of the Shadow Organization’s Snake Division. His face was hidden beneath a hood, and his Body Technique was as uncanny as a slithering viper’s. His scaled-covered hands flashed through the air like claws.

He parried and countered, his fingertips radiating a dark, condensed sharpness. He would tap the critical points of Li Wen’s strikes, neutralizing the attacks while looking for an opening to strike back.

The power of a top-tier Marquis Level expert was on full display. Even though Li Wen’s fused state let him unleash the power of a normal Marquis Level, he was still suppressed by his opponent’s purer energy and seasoned skill. He could only grit his teeth and endure.

Their battle was a fierce tug-of-war. Li Wen fought as he retreated, cleverly using his superior speed to guide the Snake Division leader away from the fortress’s core.

After just over a minute of high-intensity combat, nearly thirty percent of the vast, ocean-like Primordial Spirit power in Li Wen’s mind had already evaporated. Maintaining this fused state, which surpassed the limits of his realm, consumed far more energy than he had imagined.

Finally, after a savage clash of saber and claw, at the instant a shockwave pulverized the gravel below, Li Wen used the force to launch himself dozens of yards back, landing on a relatively open stone platform.

’The location is perfect.’

The Snake Division leader followed like a shadow, his chilling laughter piercing the rain screen:

"Li Wen, why struggle? Join us, and maybe we’ll spare your life."

He didn’t notice anything amiss, assuming it was simply a sign that Li Wen’s strength was failing.

Li Wen’s eyes remained ice-cold. He didn’t respond.

Just as the Snake Division leader crossed his claws and prepared to lunge forward again for a devastating blow—

There was no warning. No fluctuation of energy.

As if born from a single thought, an invisible, perfectly condensed sliver of sharpness shot silently from his forehead.

It was devoid of any outward presence, faster than the speed of thought, stabbing directly toward the mind of the Snake Division leader.

The contemptuous expression on the Snake Division leader’s face instantly froze, then shattered, replaced by utter shock and terror!

An icy aura of death, cold enough to freeze the soul, materialized from nothing and seized his heart in a vise-like grip.

The hairs on his neck stood up! A fatal warning shrieked wildly in the depths of his Primordial Spirit!

He didn’t even have time to think about the source of this crisis. Pure combat instinct drove his Primordial Spirit power to surge madly to his forehead in an attempt to form a defense.