Chapter 142: Instant Annihilation
High above the blood-soaked ruins of the village, Liu Yuan hovered in the frigid night air. His gaze pierced through the darkness, locking onto the two cold, sinister auras festering below. He had decided to take action personally, and in doing so, he discarded any notion of underestimating his prey. Evil Soul Masters were notorious for their bizarre, unpredictable methods. Giving them even a fraction of a second to react was a fool's gamble.
He knew the grim reality of this world. Once these depraved cultivators gained a foothold and joined forces, their deathbed counterattacks could threaten even him, despite the overwhelming advantage of his hundred-thousand-year spirit ring. Dealing with two six-ring Spirit Emperors driven to madness was not a task to be taken lightly.
Therefore, his opening move would be an absolute, thunderous execution.
Liu Yuan maintained his position in a remote pocket of the sky, hovering just outside the edge of their perception. This calculated distance maximized the concealment of his impending strike. He drew in a slow, silent breath. Within his meridians, spirit power surged with the violent force of a collapsing dam, while the Double Pupils Origin resting deep inside his Spiritual Sea trembled with anticipation.
"Ultimate Sublimation."
The low command slipped from his lips, instantly triggering his divine amplification technique. His mental force skyrocketed, forcibly pushing his physical and spiritual state to its absolute peak. Immediately after, a layer of complex, azure scale patterns materialized across the skin of his right arm.
Qilin Precious Technique, activated.
At this moment, Liu Yuan's right fist seemed to anchor the weight of a mountain. Blinding purple-gold spirit power compressed rapidly around his knuckles, distorting the air itself.
Then, under the utterly bewildered gaze of Du Busi, who remained hidden within the Void Realm to observe the battle, Liu Yuan threw a devastatingly heavy punch directly into the empty air in front of him.
Watching from the shifting dimensions of the Void Realm, the master of the Body Sect blinked in genuine confusion. Du Busi had expected his disciple to use a movement technique, closing the distance with blinding speed to secure the kill. He certainly did not expect the boy to start swinging at the empty night sky from hundreds of meters away.
'What is this brat doing? That stance isn't meant for a long-range energy projection,' Du Busi thought, his brow furrowing as suspicion crept into his mind.
A split second later, Liu Yuan answered that silent question with ruthless practicality.
Just as the kinetic force of the punch reached its apex, the hundred-thousand-year head Spirit Bone resting upon Liu Yuan's forehead ignited. Amidst a flicker of starlight, a terrifyingly precise wave of spatial Origin power erupted from his body.
Hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bone skill: Spatial Banishment.
Down in the center of the ruined village, one of the two Evil Soul Masters stood beside a pooling crater of gore, thoroughly immersed in the twisted pleasure of harvesting civilian blood essence. A cruel sneer twisted his face as he counted the Blood Spirit Beads resting in his palm.
Without warning, the space around him violently warped. Before the Spirit Emperor's brain could even process the sudden shift in gravity, he was yanked into the Void Realm and erased from his original position.
The second Evil Soul Master's eyes bulged from their sockets. He stared at the empty space where his companion had been standing just a heartbeat prior, leaving behind only a fading, fractured phantom. He opened his mouth to scream, only to snap his head upward as his partner's aura suddenly materialized hundreds of meters in the sky.
The forcibly banished Evil Soul Master was plunged into a state of absolute, mind-shattering confusion. The moment his vision cleared, the blood pool was gone. Instead, he found himself hovering in the night sky, staring directly into the cold, indifferent eyes of a strange youth.
Worse still, he had materialized directly in the path of Liu Yuan's right arm. The fist, doubly reinforced by Ultimate Sublimation and the Qilin Precious Technique, had already accumulated its power to the absolute limit.
Puchi!
A sickening, muffled crunch of shattering ribs and tearing flesh echoed through the night air.
The Evil Soul Master's face froze in an expression of utter horror. He could only watch helplessly as Liu Yuan's fist, descending like a meteor wreathed in destructive purple-gold flames, caved his chest inward.
The timing of the spatial transfer had been flawlessly calculated. Because Liu Yuan's punch was already in motion, this level sixty-six Spirit Emperor did not have a single microsecond to summon his Spirit, let alone activate a defensive Spirit Ability.
Faced with this dimensional-strike-level ambush, the Evil Soul Master's heart was instantly vaporized by the violent Qilin spirit power. He died on the spot, his lifeless body plummeting toward the earth like a kite with a severed string. He crashed heavily into the dirt, blood spraying across the ruins, having never even found the breath to scream.
"This..."
Hidden within the Void Realm, Du Busi witnessed the entire sequence of events. The Level 98 Super Douluo was left in a state of immense shock.
His emerald-green eyes widened in disbelief. He had never imagined that the skill Liu Yuan obtained, Spatial Banishment, could be weaponized to such a terrifying degree. In the conventional understanding of the Spirit Master world, spatial displacement was strictly a tool for evasion, defense, or rapid movement. Yet, Liu Yuan had repurposed it into a guaranteed execution method, forcibly altering the enemy's coordinates to place them directly into the path of an already-thrown attack.
This combat logic—teleporting the enemy onto a fist that was already moving—was mathematically impossible to guard against.
'Good kid. No wonder he was so confident; he had this monstrous trick up his sleeve all along!'Du Busi exhaled a low, quiet breath, his eyes burning with intense admiration.'This isn't just a simple spatial transfer. This is a top-tier, divine-level assassination technique!'
In Du Busi's seasoned perspective, this combination was completely unsolvable. Given Liu Yuan's current overall strength, facing two unpredictable Evil Soul Masters simultaneously might have resulted in a dangerous, drawn-out struggle. But by using this spatial ambush to instantly erase one from the board, the dynamic shifted into a pure one-on-one confrontation.
With Liu Yuan's monstrous foundation, a one-on-one fight was already a foregone conclusion.
Down in the village below, the remaining Evil Soul Master finally snapped out of his paralyzing shock. Staring at the mangled, chest-caved corpse of his companion, the extreme terror in his heart rapidly twisted into a frantic, suicidal violence. The blood rushed to his head.
"Second Brother! You damned little brat, I'll skin you alive!"
The Spirit Emperor's eyes turned a rabid, bloodshot crimson. The five spirit rings circling his body—two yellow, two purple, and two black—flared with explosive intensity as a towering, Blood-red Skeleton Spirit manifested behind him.
He unleashed a shrill, ear-piercing roar, his physical body dissolving into a streak of dark red blood-light as he charged frantically toward Liu Yuan in the sky.
Liu Yuan remained standing in the void. His expression was as cold as iron, utterly devoid of fear.
He tapped his toe lightly against the empty air. One by one, five magnificent spirit rings rippled outward from beneath his feet.
Purple, black, black, black, red.
The moment that final, blood-red ring—the ultimate symbol of a hundred-thousand-year cultivation—pulsed with its eerie, suffocating light, the air across the entire valley seemed to freeze solid.
Liu Yuan directly activated his fifth Spirit Ability.
"Forbidden Domain."
As his cold voice dropped, the space within a hundred-meter radius folded violently inward, crushed by an invisible, overwhelming force. The previously clear night sky turned pitch-black and deep. Within that distorted, spherical barrier, countless phantom images of Double Pupils materialized, densely packing the air, some closed, others staring wide open.
The moment the charging Evil Soul Master breached this space, his momentum hit a brick wall.
Horror gripped his throat. He realized that his spirit power, which had been boiling like a raging tide just a second ago, now felt like sludge. Its circulation speed had slowed to a despairing crawl. Under the oppressive, unblinking gaze of those phantom Double Pupils, he could physically feel his strength, his defense, and the very killing intent of his Spirit being slashed by nearly half.
Liu Yuan offered him no time to breathe. The spirit rings beneath his feet pulsed a second time.
"Dominator."
This was his second fifth Spirit Ability.
In an instant, the purple-gold flames wreathing Liu Yuan's body surged, multiplying their intensity several times over. Enveloped in that dark purple halo, he felt his presence completely merge with the surrounding space. Under the dual amplification of his fourth Spirit Ability and Dominator, his physical and spiritual attributes climbed to a terrifying height—a level of power that even made Du Busi's heart skip a beat.
Liu Yuan triggered the Qilin Precious Technique once more. Coupled with the localized spatial traversal ability automatically granted to him within the Forbidden Domain, his speed transcended the limits of the Evil Soul Master's naked eye.
The Spirit Emperor saw only a violent blur. Inside that domain of staring eyes, Liu Yuan's afterimages seemed to occupy every inch of space simultaneously.
"Where are you looking?"
The cold, indifferent whisper brushed against the back of the Evil Soul Master's neck.
The man's soul nearly leaped from his flesh. He frantically attempted to twist his body, swinging his blood-colored bone claws in a desperate counterattack. But suppressed by the crushing weight of the Forbidden Domain, his movements were as agonizingly slow as a crawling turtle in Liu Yuan's eyes.
Liu Yuan's expression remained perfectly placid. Dark gold flowing light gathered tightly around his right fist.
The Evil Soul Master opened his mouth, his jaw unhinging in extreme shock, but before a single sound could escape his throat, Liu Yuan's fist tore through the air with an explosive, sonic roar. The strike connected flawlessly with the side of the man's head.
Following a heavy, muffled detonation, the level sixty-five Evil Soul Master was granted the mercy of a silent death. Under the absolute, violent kinetic impact of the Qilin Precious Technique, his skull burst apart like a dropped watermelon.
The headless corpse slumped instantly, plummeting from the sky and crashing heavily into the blood pool below, splashing up a sickening, crimson flower.
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