Chapter 107: Just Two Blows
The moment Clayne exhaled, the heavens themselves seemed to become silent.
What emerged from his mouth was not a technique.
It was not a divine art.
It was not some legendary cultivation method.
From Clayne’s perspective, he had simply blown out a breath.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Yet from the perspective of every cultivator present within the Tiny World, what they witnessed completely shattered everything they believed about power.
The breath descended.
Not quickly.
Not slowly.
It simply moved forward.
The moment it touched the first attack, the result immediately became apparent.
Liang Feng’s Azure Heaven Divine Crushing Palm did not explode.
It did not resist.
It did not even have the opportunity to display the terrifying power that had once earned him countless victories across multiple continents.
The enormous golden hand simply began dissolving.
The fingers vanished first.
Then the palm.
Then the countless runes comprising the technique.
The entire divine art melted apart like snow thrown into a furnace.
Liang Feng stared.
His pupils contracted violently.
The attack he spent centuries mastering disappeared before his eyes.
Not defeated.
Not countered.
Not overpowered.
Erased.
The giant silver moon created by Yue Lin suffered the same fate.
The breath touched its surface.
Immediately, cracks appeared.
The silver moon trembled.
The crescent blades surrounding it shattered into countless particles of light.
Then the moon itself collapsed.
The spiritual energy forming the technique scattered like dust before vanishing completely.
Yue Lin’s face instantly turned pale.
The attack she cultivated for over three hundred years had once frozen entire mountain ranges.
She had refined it countless times.
Perfected it countless times.
Strengthened it countless times.
Yet now she could only watch helplessly as it disappeared.
Han Mo’s Heavenly Titan Worldbreaker Fist fared no better.
The gigantic phantom behind him roared.
Its massive fist surged forward.
The breath reached it.
Then the phantom began breaking apart.
Not from damage.
Not from force.
It simply ceased to exist.
Like a painting being washed away by rain.
Like a dream disappearing after waking.
The giant fist collapsed.
The phantom vanished.
The technique died.
One after another.
The attacks disappeared.
The ten thousand sword rivers shattered.
The lightning dragons evaporated.
The ancient beast phantoms dissolved.
The seas of flames vanished.
The mountain spears crumbled.
Every technique.
Every treasure.
Every divine art.
Every killing move.
Everything disappeared.
The breath continued moving.
Nothing could stop it.
Nothing could resist it.
Nothing could even slow it down.
The Azure Cloud cultivators stood frozen.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
The world seemed trapped inside a deathly silence.
Even the wind had stopped.
The disciples of the Silent Sword Sect looked equally stunned.
They had expected their Protector to win.
They had never doubted that.
However, they had not expected something like this.
The attacks that shook the heavens moments ago had simply vanished.
The scene felt unreal.
It felt impossible.
It felt like a dream.
Meanwhile, the Azure Cloud disciples stood motionless.
Their minds no longer remained in the present.
Instead, memories surfaced.
Painful memories.
Precious memories.
Memories they thought they would never forget.
Liang Feng remembered himself kneeling within a storm.
The rain had lasted for three months.
His master stood above him.
The old man had refused to teach him.
Not because he lacked talent.
Because he lacked determination.
For three months, Liang Feng remained kneeling.
Three months.
Without complaint.
Without retreat.
Without surrender.
Only after proving himself did his master finally teach him the Azure Heaven Divine Crushing Palm.
Then came another memory.
Years spent cultivating.
Years spent perfecting every movement.
Years spent understanding every strand of spiritual energy within the technique.
Years spent fighting opponents stronger than himself.
Years spent bleeding.
Years spent suffering.
Years spent risking death.
Everything for that attack.
Everything.
And now...
A breath.
A single breath.
That was all it took.
Nearby, Yue Lin remembered the frozen wasteland where she had cultivated her moon arts.
She remembered meditating within blizzards that lasted entire years.
She remembered nearly freezing to death.
She remembered countless failures.
Countless injuries.
Countless moments when she wanted to quit.
Everything she endured.
Everything she sacrificed.
Everything she gave up.
All of it disappeared before a breath.
Han Mo remembered breaking his own bones.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Thousands of times.
His cultivation path demanded suffering.
His body refinement required pain.
Every increase in strength came with agony.
Every advancement demanded sacrifice.
The memories flooded his mind.
Then he remembered what had just happened.
A breath.
Only a breath.
Nothing else.
The silence became heavier.
Many Azure Cloud disciples began questioning themselves.
Why cultivate?
Why suffer?
Why struggle?
Why spend centuries pursuing power?
What meaning did all those years possess if someone could erase everything with a casual exhale?
Above them, Clayne observed their expressions.
Then he laughed.
The sound alone caused several cultivators to flinch.
His enormous form leaned slightly forward.
The galaxies within his body rotated slowly.
The stars beneath his skin shimmered.
Then his voice descended.
"What happened?"
The question echoed throughout the floating islands.
"I thought all of you were confident."
No one answered.
Clayne continued.
"Moments ago, all of you sounded very impressive. You spoke about crossing continents. You spoke about conquering inheritances. You spoke about defeating ancient beasts. You spoke about challenging impossible dangers."
The giant tilted his head slightly.
"Was that really the result of all that effort?"
The Azure Cloud cultivators clenched their fists.
Clayne continued.
"I have seen insects struggle harder than that."
Several cultivators visibly trembled.
"I have seen ants carry burdens heavier than the weight of your cultivation."
The humiliation intensified.
"I have seen beasts fight more desperately for survival than all of you fought just now."
The Azure Cloud disciples lowered their heads.
Some out of shame.
Some out of anger.
Some because they could not bear looking upward.
Then came the final blow.
"If this is the result of your cultivation, perhaps all of you should abandon it entirely. At least then you would stop wasting spiritual energy."
The words struck harder than any attack.
The disciples froze.
Many felt their blood boiling.
The years.
The centuries.
The sacrifices.
The suffering.
Everything they had endured was being mocked.
And the worst part...
The giant possessed the strength to back up every word.
The humiliation became unbearable.
Suddenly, Liang Feng roared.
The sound shook the clouds.
His face twisted.
His eyes became bloodshot.
"You know nothing about our struggles!"
The giant merely looked at him.
That calm reaction only made things worse.
Another cultivator stepped forward.
His sword trembled.
Not from fear.
From rage.
"You think we reached this level easily?"
A woman shouted from behind.
"You think our cultivation was handed to us?"
Another cultivator raised his weapon.
"We bled for our power!"
Another shouted.
"We survived things that would have killed ordinary cultivators a hundred times over!"
The Azure Cloud disciples gradually exploded.
The humiliation transformed into fury.
The fury transformed into madness.
Soon the entire sky became filled with furious voices.
"Attack him again!"
"I refuse to believe this!"
"There must be a limit!"
"No matter how strong he is, there must be a limit!"
The cultivators unleashed their spiritual energy once more.
The heavens trembled.
The floating islands shook.
Their techniques emerged again.
Stronger.
More desperate.
More violent.
Several disciples even burned portions of their own cultivation to strengthen their attacks.
The sky filled with divine arts.
The atmosphere became chaotic.
The Azure Cloud disciples screamed.
Roared.
Cursed.
Shouted.
Every attack they possessed erupted simultaneously.
The world shook beneath the sheer force of their desperation.
Above them, Clayne watched everything.
Then he sighed.
A very ordinary sigh.
Then he inhaled once more.
The countless techniques rushing toward him immediately began bending.
The sword rivers twisted.
The flames curved.
The lightning folded.
The divine arts lost control.
Every attack was pulled toward the giant once again.
The Azure Cloud disciples stared.
Their eyes widened.
Their hearts sank.
And then—
Clayne blew again.