Chapter 280 – Beyond Ultimate Skills Lies the Divine; The Holy Tree Temple’s Defeat Is Overwhelming - Part 2
An hour later.
Ping'an collapsed to his knees, drenched in sweat, limbs shaking, every muscle twitching like a frantic heartbeat.
Li Yuan looked down, voice cold. “You still couldn’t force me out of the circle. I let you attack for so long. Now...” He paused, unsheathing his blade once more. “It’s my turn.”
He gazed at his son, wrapped his fingers around the hilt, and said softly, “Listen.”
Li Yuan flipped his hand; the blade’s tip still touched the floor, yet without another visible motion the blade began to thrum—starting low, rising in pitch, then screaming at a razor’s edge. The air boiled with it. Every table, chair, and teacup in the chamber bounced like beans on a drumhead.
BOOM! The scabbard, still resting on the ground, shattered into splinters under that terrible force, revealing the naked steel within.
Steel shivered, air shivered, and light itself seemed to quiver. Standing here felt like standing at the epicenter of an earthquake, a nameless dread burrowing into the heart.
The blade flashed...an eerie, silver‑white streak.
SCREECH! The edge cried out like a mad demon.
Li Yuan’s black hair whipped about him; the air around his body dimmed, as though an unlit shadow cloaked him. The move was still City Toppler, yet no longer the same skill. Through years of refining his own path, he had forged it into something terrifying.
Master level was the ceiling for ordinary skills. By blending every insight gained from ordinary skills and seizing every scrap of fortune, one could open a path to creating an ultimate skill. To go even further than that was to create a divine skill—and this was such a stroke.
Others might surpass Li Yuan in cultivation, but they could never reproduce this slash. Their roads, however brilliant, were roads first blazed by others. Li Yuan, by contrast, stood atop a peak of his own making, forever thinking only of how to raise the mountain beneath his feet.