Chapter 219 - 146: Terrifyingly Strong

Chapter 219: Chapter 146: Terrifyingly Strong

BOOM!!!

With that said, the white-haired old man waved his large hand. Suddenly, demonic energy surged above the entire mountain range. A terrifying Power of Transcendence swept across the world, changing the colors of the wind and clouds, and dimming the galaxy.

"Heavenly Annihilation!"

RUMBLE!!!

Endless Power of Transcendence erupted, suppressing downward like a torrential flood and a collapsing mountain.

"Die!"

Having spoken, the white-haired old man’s beard and hair fluttered wildly. He struck out with a palm, his entire being surging forward with world-destroying might.

Sensing that apocalyptic, terrifying power, Mu Wan Ning and the others couldn’t help but tremble despite being miles away. The might of a Great Power of Transcendence was enough to annihilate cities, shatter mountains, and sever mighty rivers. What a fearsome display of power it was.

"Young Master, watch out!"

Witnessing the opponent unleash this martial art once more, Song Changlin’s aged face immediately paled in alarm. It was obvious that the Elder of the Cyan Mist Sect had been defeated by this exact strike.

"It’s over, it’s all over. Young Master Qin is relying too much on his cultivation. He’s courting death!"

"We’ve completely lost our chance to escape. Senior Sister Wan Ning, you shouldn’t have trusted a wet-behind-the-ears youth."

"Heh, at least we saved those thirty thousand Middle-grade Spirit Stones."

At this moment, everyone squeezed their eyes shut. The faint sliver of hope that had ignited in their hearts was utterly crushed by that arrogant boy.

However, just as the crowd believed the outcome was set in stone, a sudden sound erupted.

BOOM!!!

Song Changlin felt an earth-shattering power suddenly erupt beside him. By the time he turned his head, the white-clad youth next to him had already torn through the air. Yes, torn through the air—literally shattering the void.

Before the awe-inspiring power that burst forth beside Song Changlin could fade, the next instant arrived.

BOOM!!!

The crowd only saw that figure in white flash and vanish, turning into an afterimage that pierced right through the white-haired old man’s heaven-shaking, ferocious strike.

It was too fast. That afterimage was so fast that no one could even see how he passed through. The youth’s figure had already reappeared in the void, over a hundred meters behind the white-haired old man. Meanwhile, the old man shuddered violently. His overwhelmingly powerful offensive seemed to freeze in the void alongside him.

Gradually, endless horror welled up in the white-haired old man’s eyes. Although he did not turn around to look at the figure in white, his pupils were dilated with extreme terror.

He slowly lowered his head to look at his chest. There were no physical wounds on his body, yet it was as if he could see a massive sword wound.

"Sword... Sword Intent...?"

Even on the brink of death, the old man couldn’t believe what he had just experienced. But it was too late; the heavens only left him enough time to utter those few words.

Under everyone’s horrified gaze, the terrifying power surrounding the white-haired old man rapidly crumbled. The life in his eyes extinguished at a visible rate.

The veteran Great Power of Transcendence, who had been unparalleledly arrogant just a moment ago, suddenly went limp and powerless, slowly falling from the sky. With indescribable shock and unwillingness in his eyes, he plummeted straight into the thousand-foot-deep primeval forest below.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded. Even the two Great Powers of Transcendence from the Demon Sect in the distance, who were about to execute Elder He, instantly froze in place. All three of them stared blankly at that patch of sky. Mu Wan Ning and the other Cultivators of the Cyan Mist Sect were particularly shell-shocked, standing completely frozen as if they had been struck by lightning ten thousand times.

"Wh-What?"

"How is this possible?"

"My god."

Staring at the white-clad figure standing quietly at the Void Peak, all the Cultivators were stunned.

"Old Evil... is dead?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could this happen?"

On the other side of the void, both the silver-haired old man and the rugged-faced middle-aged man looked as if they had been struck by lightning. Their eyes were wide open, filled with utter disbelief.

The previous scene still seemed to flash in everyone’s minds. It was so breathtakingly divine. In just a single exchange, a veteran Great Power of Transcendence had actually fallen?

For a time, everyone’s breathing grew rapid. Song Changlin’s chest heaved. His aged body shuddered violently, and the look in his eyes as he witnessed the scene was filled with sheer horror.

"He... he just died like that?"

He just fell like that? Without even a chance to fight back, a Great Power of Transcendence who had struggled in the Cultivation Realm for hundreds of years was simply gone?

In an instant, the way everyone looked at that figure underwent an earth-shattering change.

"How could this happen?"

"Senior Sister Wan Ning, is... is this real?"

"An illusion? Could this be an illusion?"

The dozens of Cultivators from the Cyan Mist Sect were all full of denial, even momentarily suspecting they were hallucinating. When people face the immense pressure of impending death, it is indeed possible to experience such hallucinations. But the youth’s wildly fluttering robes told them this was no illusion. It was an absolute reality unfolding right before their eyes.

"He... he actually killed a Great Power of Transcendence in a single encounter?"

And it was a veteran Great Power who had stepped into the early-stage of the Transcendent Realm many years ago. This was pure fantasy; something utterly impossible to achieve. Gradually, everyone realized one thing: to kill with a single strike, just how terrifying was that figure’s true strength?

In the void, watching the white-haired old man plummet into the thousand-foot mountain range, the youth shook his head slightly. There was no smugness or arrogance in his eyes, as if this was merely a trivial everyday occurrence, unable to stir even a ripple of emotion.

However, all the Cultivators stared at that figure as if they had seen a ghost. The silver-haired Demon Sect Cultivator and the ugly, rugged-faced middle-aged man also experienced a drastic change in expression, gradually giving way to terror.

"Wh-Who are you?" The silver-haired old man gasped for air. He finally sensed the invisible gap between them, becoming panicked to the extreme. "Who exactly are you?"

A single strike had triggered everyone’s fearful suspicions. With such terrifying strength at this age, it was impossible for him to be a nameless nobody. At the very least, he had to be a peerless prodigy, perhaps even a once-in-a-generation monster. At this moment, as the people of the Demon Sect looked directly at that figure, an endless, inexplicable sense of terror welled up in their hearts.

In the void, Jiang Hao looked down from above. Just standing there was enough to suffocate everyone present with oppressive pressure.

"Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is that none of you will be leaving either."

If he didn’t intervene, so be it, but since he had made a move, Jiang Hao couldn’t possibly allow his opponents to escape—especially since these evil Cultivators belonged to the Demon Sect.

As soon as these words were spoken, the silver-haired old man and the middle-aged man’s expressions drastically changed. They turned around and attempted to flee. However, the moment they turned...

"Do you two really think you can leave?"

RUMBLE!!!

Hearing this, the two evil Cultivators who were Great Powers of Transcendence froze in their tracks. They turned their heads, blankly staring at the white-clad figure above. The youth’s speed had just been witnessed by everyone. Even for them, the possibility of escaping was practically zero.

Forcibly suppressing the terror in their hearts, the silver-haired old man and the ugly middle-aged man exchanged a glance. It seemed they both saw a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve in each other’s eyes.

"Kill!"

BOOM!!!

Worthy of being old monsters who had struggled in the Cultivation Realm for hundreds of years, the two knew full well they had provoked an existence they shouldn’t have. If they wanted to survive, they had to lay it all on the line. Their attack was decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, two massive forces nearly swallowed half the sky, sweeping forcefully toward the youth.

Yet, in the very next second, the same scene unfolded in the exact same manner. The youth’s figure flashed, transforming into an afterimage so fast that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye. When he reappeared, he was already in the void behind the two men.

The silver-haired old man and the ugly middle-aged man both jolted. Even greater ripples of horror surged in their eyes, yet all life had already drained from them.

CRASH!!!

This identical scene delivered an even more violent shock to the crowd. All the Cultivators couldn’t help but take a step forward, feeling as if they had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

Atop the mountain range, beneath the boundless void, dozens of Demon Sect Cultivators watched as three mighty experts of the Mortal Transformation Realm were so effortlessly slaughtered. One by one, their minds instantly went completely blank. By the time these evil Cultivators of the Spirit Transformation Realm snapped out of it, they were scared out of their wits, shivering uncontrollably.

This was a truly cruel cultivation region. Unlike certain Earth Realms, dying out here was a common occurrence, and the number of Cultivators who lost their lives every day was simply uncountable. This was truly facing death head-on.

"Flee, flee, run away!"

An evil Cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm frantically swallowed his saliva in unease and panic, instinctively crying out.

In an instant, all the evil Cultivators fled madly, their eyes filled with terror. However, the moment the dozens of evil Cultivators turned around, the youth standing in the void remained expressionless and casually waved his sleeve.

Suddenly, endless, terrifying Power of Transcendence surged downward like a tidal wave, speeding forward like an arrow. That visible shockwave of power slammed diagonally into the mountain range.

BOOM!!!

In the blink of an eye, several mountain peaks and ridges collapsed with a thunderous roar. Wherever the power swallowed, everything was reduced to a dead wasteland. At that moment, it was as if that entire stretch of earth had caved in by an entire level. In mere seconds, the scene delivered an unparalleled shock to the soul.

Strong! Too strong! So strong that it chilled one’s very soul!

The people of the Cyan Mist Sect watched that shocking, world-shaking strike. One by one, their eyes widened so much they nearly tore at the seams.