Chapter 392 -392-Who Is the Greatest Threat?
Inside the tournament arena, many powerhouses turned their attention toward Soren, traces of vigilance appearing in their eyes.
Morin thought to himself,
"Soren has obtained a complete Lion Dharma Manifestation. He will undoubtedly be a formidable opponent."
Morado also evaluated him in silence.
"I may not care much about Soren’s Dharma Manifestation, but this man clearly enjoys concealing his trump cards."
"He may still possess other hidden methods."
"I cannot afford to lower my guard against him."
From across the secret realm, Leon gave Soren a slight nod.
He silently thought,
"Old Soren is certainly powerful."
"He is probably no weaker than Cullen or me."
John merely glanced at Soren before losing interest.
John also possessed an innate Dharma Manifestation.
Although Soren’s Lion Dharma Manifestation was supposedly immune to all techniques, that immunity did not include the Space-Time Law.
Furthermore, John possessed far too many other methods.
In his eyes, Soren’s strength was nowhere near enough to pose a genuine threat.
A battle at this level was not worthy of his attention.
His gaze had already shifted toward another arena, where Alvin was fighting Aldric.
The two powerhouses had already exchanged several moves, and their battle had now entered its most intense stage.
A magnificent phantom of a vast galaxy had appeared behind Aldric.
Countless planes existed within that galaxy, continuously channeling sacred power into Aldric’s body.
With the support of billions of planes, every one of Aldric’s attacks possessed enough force to destroy an entire sacred domain.
Even his smallest movement caused faint cracks to appear across the arena.
However, no matter how fiercely Aldric attacked, he could not land a single blow on Alvin.
More precisely, Alvin always managed to neutralize Aldric’s Divine Abilities with ease.
Aldric threw another punch.
Cracks spread throughout the void beneath its terrifying force.
Alvin, however, remained perfectly calm.
He showed no concern whatsoever.
Within 0.00001 seconds, his fingers completed a complicated hand seal while he murmured an incantation.
"Transient life bears the profound yellow."
"Transient life gives rise to the Heavenly Emperor."
"Transient life gives rise to the Holy Sovereign."
"Through the color of the primal treasure, I transform into ten thousand paths."
"Even as heaven collapses and earth shatters, the laws may yet remain."
The instant Alvin finished chanting and completed the final hand seal, Aldric’s fist arrived before him.
Boom!
The punch shattered Alvin’s body without the slightest suspense.
However, in the next moment, Alvin appeared out of thin air behind Aldric.
A small doll had appeared in his hand.
Shockingly, the doll looked exactly like Aldric.
It resembled a miniature version of him in every detail.
Holding the Aldric-shaped doll, Alvin began chanting once again.
"This man’s life and soul are now bound beneath the heavens."
"Suppress this man, and this man shall perish."
As the final word left his mouth, Alvin bit the tip of his tongue.
He spat out a cloud of purple blood mist, which landed upon the doll in his hand.
The next moment, the doll that looked identical to Aldric suddenly released an incomparably shrill scream.
Its spiritual form twisted violently.
At the same time, Aldric had just turned around and was preparing to launch another punch at Alvin when he suddenly clutched his head and screamed in agony.
Tears streamed down his face as unbearable pain overwhelmed him.
Seeing Aldric’s suffering, Alvin’s gaze instantly became vicious.
He gritted his teeth and withdrew a pitch-black demonic needle from his personal storage space.
"Aldric," he whispered, "go to hell."
At that moment, the scene was broadcast throughout the entire universe.
Countless living beings and powerful cultivators witnessed the strange doll and the demonic needle in Alvin’s hands.
Some demigod-grade powerhouses stared at the scene with fear and confusion.
"What kind of Divine Ability is Alvin of the Eternal Summit using?"
"I heard that a certain Sovereign-rank powerhouse once created a form of cursecraft known as the Witch Suppression Art."
"It combines numerous strange and unpredictable methods into a single inheritance specifically designed to target opponents of the same rank."
"The doll and demonic needle in Alvin’s hands are both tools used in that form of cursecraft."
"However, such an art damages one’s causality."
"It possesses tremendous destructive power and operates through methods that are almost impossible for gods or spirits to predict."
"Every use requires the caster to pay an enormous price."
"It may even consume a vast portion of the caster’s lifespan."
"The Sovereign-rank powerhouse who created this secret inheritance ultimately died young because he used its Divine Abilities too frequently."
Several knowledgeable High God-level powerhouses stared at Alvin with intense apprehension.
None of them had expected him to cultivate such a vicious and powerful secret art.
Within the top-thirty tournament realm, the other participants also began noticing the abnormal situation on Alvin’s arena.
When they saw the immensely powerful Aldric completely suppressed by such a mysterious method, their eyes widened in shock.
"What kind of Divine Ability is this?"
"He has not even made physical contact with his opponent, yet he can inflict damage of this magnitude!"
Morado exclaimed in astonishment,
"What kind of Divine Ability or Law is capable of inflicting such tremendous damage from a distance?"
Another participant responded,
"I have heard that certain Laws and Divine Abilities can harm an opponent without direct contact."
"The Law of Destiny, the Law of Causality, and the Space-Time Law are all capable of such things."
Morado continued staring warily at the doll in Alvin’s hand.
"No. This is completely different."
"This appears to be some mysterious and unknown method of activating a Divine Ability."
"There is almost no way to guard against it."
At that moment, Cullen spoke with a dark expression.
His eyes remained fixed on Alvin, filled with deep apprehension.
"This is cursecraft."
"It is an extremely mysterious, unpredictable, and vicious secret art."
"However, the user must also pay an enormous price."
"While cursecraft is being performed, the caster is placed in an extremely dangerous condition."
"If the technique suffers a backlash, the lightest consequence is severe self-inflicted injury."
"In the worst case, the caster will die."
"This art has not appeared for countless ages."
"I never expected to see it used in this arena."
Leon sighed emotionally upon hearing Cullen’s explanation.
"This Myriad Worlds Tournament truly is filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers."
"None of these participants can be underestimated."
Countless powerhouses were now watching Aldric with concern.
He was still clutching his head and crying out in pain.
The cursecraft directly attacked his Life Origin imprint.
It was capable of erasing that imprint entirely, making the technique almost impossible to defend against.
A powerhouse from the Skyvault Consortium suddenly spoke.
"Alvin is probably preparing to sacrifice part of his lifespan."
"He intends to use it to fully activate this tremendously destructive cursecraft and take Aldric’s life."
His tone remained perfectly flat.
There was no visible emotion on his face.
He merely explained the situation in as much detail as possible so that the Grand Sovereign-rank powerhouses beside him could clearly understand what was happening.
Lifeforms at the Grand Sovereign rank existed on an entirely different level from ordinary Sovereigns.
The difference was comparable to the gap between a High God and any cultivator beneath the High God level.
Whether it was Aldric or Kaine, neither was any different from an ant in the eyes of these Grand Sovereign-rank beings.
Naturally, there was even less reason for them to feel any personal attachment toward the two contestants.