I Can Extract Divine Power

In this vast, open field, the wild grass on the ground was withered and yellow, and the sky was thick with dark clouds.

Against this backdrop, when Shen Bai spoke, everyone felt that the pressure from his words was even more oppressive than the dark clouds blanketing the sky.

"I’ve never killed anyone from the Celestial Spirit Realm before. I wonder what that’s like."

Shen Bai ran a finger along the blade of his Cold Moon Sword, his tone carrying a hint of excitement.

Even the other prodigies, standing far away, could clearly hear the emotion in his voice.

’He’s excited?’

The prodigies glanced at one another, wondering if they had misheard.

The Celestial Spirit Realm was the realm beyond the Void Realm.

Compared to the Void Realm, it was as high as the heavens.

And yet, Shen Bai was only in the Unity Realm.

The prodigies knew full well that although Shen Bai was powerful and capable of Overcoming Adversity and Attacking Upward, that only applied to opponents in the Void Realm.

The Celestial Spirit Realm, a level above the Void Realm, was powerful enough to instantly kill every single one of them.

This was no joke. It was like a great mountain—how could an ordinary mortal possibly hope to move it?

But now, Shen Bai was attempting to defy the heavens—an act as futile as a mayfly trying to shake a great tree.

He was like a mortal standing before a vast chasm, claiming he could cross it in a single step.

"Lord Shen, don’t be rash," Nan Huang said, trying to stop Shen Bai.

But Shen Bai didn’t answer. Instead, he raised his aura to a terrifying level.

Seeing Shen Bai’s battle intent surge wildly, Zhu Xueshuang’s lips curled into a slight smile.

Her scar-covered face held a hint of disdain and mockery.

"Under immense and terrifying pressure, emotions run wild. People go mad, unable to suppress their terror."

Zhu Xueshuang spoke as if discussing some trivial matter, her tone casual. "You’re scared. You’re trying to pump yourself up, to numb yourself with this display of power. But you don’t understand. To me, you’re nothing but a piece of Floating Dust under the heavens, something I can wipe away with a wave of my hand."

Shen Bai stood his ground, his gaze as tranquil and cold as an autumn lake. "Many people have said that to me before. The one who left the deepest impression was a man named Wang Tianxing. He was just as arrogant as you. But he’s dead now."

"For anyone to have said that to someone of your Unparalleled talent, this Wang Tianxing must have been terrifyingly gifted himself."

Zhu Xueshuang sighed. "Truthfully, if you had agreed, I would have even let you become my lover. I could have supported you, helped you reach the very peak. What a pity you refused."

"I would have even shared you with my daughter, so you could experience the greatest pleasures of the mortal world."

Silk ribbons materialized around Zhu Xueshuang’s arms. They looked soft, but they pulsed with terrifying power.

"You’re about to die. Any last words?" Zhu Xueshuang asked.

Shen Bai pondered for a moment before replying, "You people are twisted."

Zhu Xueshuang froze, not understanding what he meant.

Before she could say another word, a terrifying torrent of Blood Red Sword Qi was her answer.

Shadows, Dao Text, Water Flow, an Array...

All kinds of blessings enveloped the Blood Red Sword Qi, which unleashed an aura as devastating as a landslide or a tsunami, as if it could tear a rift in the very sky.

With the added blessings from Amber and Red Makeup,

even ten masters at the Peak of the Void Realm would have been slain by this single sword strike from Shen Bai.

Suddenly, every hair on Zhu Xueshuang’s body stood on end.

’Danger.’

’Extreme danger.’

This feeling of danger was like facing a venomous scorpion hidden in the sand.

It was invisible, but one moment of carelessness would lead to a fatal sting, followed by a gruesome death as one’s body rotted away.

Having lived for so long, Zhu Xueshuang trusted her instincts implicitly. She acted with almost no hesitation.

Zhu Xueshuang controlled the silk ribbons, which transformed into bands of binding power and coiled around the Blood Red Sword Qi.

BOOM!

A deafening roar immediately echoed, shaking Heaven and Earth.

The ribbons, imbued with terrifying power, began to rapidly wear down the Blood Red Sword Qi.

The grave look in Zhu Xueshuang’s eyes deepened, and a thought surfaced in her mind.

’He’s this powerful? Is he really only in the Unity Realm?’

’Even if he’s capable of Overcoming Adversity and Attacking Upward, how could he possibly defy an opponent two realms higher?’

’This boy is like a blazing sun. He’s destined for greatness. He cannot be allowed to live!’

As these thoughts surfaced, the coldness in Zhu Xueshuang’s eyes intensified.

A white light emerged from her palms.

She was Inviting the Gods.

Zhu Qingyao had used the skill to summon her, and now she was using it to summon someone even more powerful.

Once, there was a special profession known as the Xi Family, who channeled figures through operatic performance.

But the art of Inviting the Gods was far more profound than the performance methods of the Xi Family.

This was because the Summoning God Skill could summon any person who might have truly existed in the past.

Zhu Xueshuang’s aura changed, and an air of detached indifference began to emanate from her.

The ribbons stopped coiling. Instead, Zhu Xueshuang simply pointed a finger at Shen Bai.

"In the Era of Ten Thousand Cities, there was a prodigy who created the Creation Finger. With a single point, he could command the creation of Heaven and Earth, deciding life and death in an instant."

Zhu Xueshuang’s voice was ice-cold, her eyes sharp as daggers.

At this moment, she seemed to become that very prodigy from the Era of Ten Thousand Cities, her finger possessing the power to overturn creation and subvert Yin and Yang.

Shen Bai felt everything around him begin to warp and change, as if time and space had frozen solid.

This single finger held the Power of Creation and Destruction. It was utterly terrifying.

The surrounding prodigies, Nan Huang and Zhou Qing included, felt their breathing grow heavy, their hearts weighed down by an oppressive force.

If Shen Bai couldn’t stop that finger, they would all be instantly annihilated by the Power of Creation and Destruction, reduced to endless decay.