Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14664 Qi Tian



Chapter 14664 Qi Tian

Chapter 14664 Qi Tian

The bronze giant claw, which was powerful enough to withstand a full-force attack from a world lord, was utterly powerless to resist the moment it came into contact with the gray line. Starting from the tip of the claw, it turned into ashes inch by inch, and vanished without even a ripple of energy!

The gray line continued its relentless advance, heading straight for the core of the floating city, indifferent yet resolute, carrying a cold implication of judging all living beings and cleansing everything.

Finally, an old man dressed in a black burial robe, with a withered face like an ancient corpse, appeared out of thin air in front of the gray line.

His body was hunched over, his skin withered and clung to his bones, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on the gray line that seemed slow but was actually faster than one could perceive. His dry lips twitched slightly, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of thick, ink-black life essence.

The essence condensed in the air in an instant, transforming into an incomparably complex black rune. The rune was imbued with the Daoist rhythm of annihilation of all things, and it precisely struck the gray line.

The runes collided silently with the gray lines.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no violent energy shockwave, only visible black ripples spreading out like waves in water. Wherever they passed, light was swallowed up, the void was annihilated, and all things returned to nothingness.

The old man in black robes groaned, his body trembling violently as if struck by a heavy hammer, staggering backward tens of thousands of feet. With each step he took back, a section of the void beneath his feet collapsed, and he spat out a large mouthful of black blood essence, his aura instantly weakening.

And that unstoppable gray line finally stopped for the first time.

As the gray light slowly dissipated, Yun Yin's unremarkable figure was revealed.

He calmly looked at the old man in black robes who had regained his footing in the distance, nodded slightly, and said with a hint of barely perceptible approval in his tone: "To be able to withstand a wisp of my 'Return to Nothingness Finger Light,' you have already glimpsed the threshold of the Dao of Annihilation. Not bad."

The old man in black robes steadied his turbulent blood and qi, his breath as chaotic as a candle flickering in the wind. Looking at Yun Yin, his eyes were filled with undisguised horror and solemnity: "The creation and destruction of the void return to a single point... You have already touched the threshold of the 'Return to Truth' realm?"

Yun Yin remained noncommittal, his tone still indifferent: "Let the person in charge of this place come out and speak. Or would you prefer me to go in personally?"

The old man in black robes' expression shifted uncertainly. Just as he was about to refuse, a hoarse, coughing voice slowly drifted from the deepest part of the floating city:

"Cough cough... What a show of power!"

“Young friend Yun Yin, it’s been a thousand years. Your mastery of the ‘Return to the Void Finger’ is no less than that of your master who was in deep meditation back then.”

As the words were spoken, an elderly man, dressed in faded coarse linen clothes and with a hunched back, walked unsteadily out of the city, leaning on what appeared to be an ordinary peach wood cane.

He walked extremely slowly, each step appearing incredibly laborious, as if he might be blown over by the wind at any moment.

Yun Yin's gaze shifted slightly for the first time, landing on the old man, a faint trace of reminiscence and understanding flashing in his eyes.

"So it's you, sir." Yun Yin's tone remained calm, but it lacked the indifference he showed to others, and instead carried an indescribable complexity. "I never imagined that you were still alive and living in seclusion here."

The old man laboriously lifted his eyelids, his cloudy eyes scanning Yun Yin for a moment before he grinned, revealing a slightly eerie smile through his few remaining teeth:

"When people get old, they are always reluctant to die. They want to find a beautiful place to settle down and watch the younger generation make a fuss. Unlike you young people, you are hot-tempered and always want to demolish other people's houses and fight. That's not good."

Above the floating city, all was deathly silent.

All the powerful figures of Broken Boundary Mountain fixed their gazes on the old man with a cane who walked out shakily. Even within Broken Boundary Mountain, very few people recognized this old man.

He is like a living ancient legend, existing only in the oldest books and oral accounts of the older generation.

The old man straightened his slightly hunched back with difficulty, looked at Yun Yin, and said in a hoarse but undeniably confident voice: "Although the Sword Star Holy Hall is powerful, it cannot destroy the Breaking Boundary Mountain. Even if your master and senior brother came here together, it would be no use."

Yun Yin remained calm and asked indifferently, "Is that so?"

The old man nodded slowly and said, word by word, "Yes."

The moment he finished speaking, his withered hand holding the peach wood cane paused very slightly downwards.

Thump!

A soft sound seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present. In that instant, the entire void surrounding the floating city froze completely!

Almost the instant Qi Tian's cane struck the ground, Yun Yin pointed his fingers together like a sword, a faint gray light condensing at the tip, and gently pointed forward.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling light, only the void between the two people, like brocade crushed by an invisible hand, suddenly twisted and collapsed, and then "flattened" back to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if nothing had ever happened.

However, all the martial artists present who had reached the Realm Lord level or above froze, a chill running down their spines.

That was a clash at the level of rules! A collision that touched upon the essence of "Tao"! The process was so fast that it surpassed perception, yet it instilled in them an instinctive fear. It was an absolute crushing of life and existence itself.

The confrontation has quietly ended at a level that no one can fully comprehend.

Looking into the distance beyond the asteroid belt, Lin Muying's pupils constricted, her heart trembling: "This old man... his control over the 'Dao' has reached a transcendent level! Every move he makes stirs the rules of heaven and earth, no wonder he dares to face the top experts of the Sword Star Holy Hall!"

The indifference in Yun Yin's eyes finally faded, replaced by a burning gleam of predatory delight. He looked at Qi Tian, ​​his tone becoming more lively for the first time: "Broken Boundary Mountain, finally there's still one worthy opponent."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand again.

This time, what coalesced at his fingertips was no longer a "line," but an extremely tiny black dot. That black dot seemed capable of devouring all light and perception, even the surrounding void was collapsing towards it—it was the core killing move of his "Return to Nothingness Finger"!

With a flick of his fingertip, a black dot shot out, moving at a snail's pace, yet causing Qi Tian's expression to become extremely solemn for the first time.

"Good timing!"

Qi Tian's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he slammed his peach wood cane into the air.

Boom! ! !

A deafening, muffled roar, as if striking the very source of all things, reverberated outwards.

Centered on the point where the cane landed, countless spiderweb-like black cracks instantly spread out, surging with the power to annihilate all things, frantically devouring the surrounding energy and matter, transforming into a huge black net, which violently collided with the flying "Point of Return to Nothingness"!

Buzz!

A silent tremor spread outwards, the void undulated violently like ripples on water, and countless tiny fragments of space fell down.

Qi Tian's body trembled violently, and he slid backward a thousand feet, his cane and all. Two scorched furrows were carved into the void beneath his feet, lingering for a long time. He swallowed hard and spat out a mouthful of blood essence laced with deathly aura, his aura visibly weakening.


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