“I did not expect you to be able to withstand this move of mine.”
Jun Bu Hui slowly rose to his feet, a hint of seriousness appearing on his youthful face. “It seems I must use my true abilities after all.”
He slowly raised both hands, and the space around him suddenly began to warp, a strange power permeating the air.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang’s face changed abruptly; he could sense the terror of this power, as if even his divine soul was on the verge of being twisted.
“This is… the power of space?” Chen Ping exclaimed in shock.
The power of spatial origin was one of the most mysterious and powerful forces between heaven and earth, mastered by very few. He had not expected Jun Bu Hui to be able to wield it.
Wu Hao, Fan Tian You, and the others also showed expressions of shock; they had not anticipated that this seemingly immature child was actually a powerhouse who had mastered the power of spatial origin.
Jun Bu Hui’s eyes narrowed, and he uttered softly, “Spatial Confinement!” In an instant, the space around the Half-Beast Ming Wang solidified as if frozen, binding his body firmly so that he could not move an inch.
“How is this possible?”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang roared in terror, desperately circulating his spiritual power in an attempt to break free, but the power of the spatial confinement was extraordinarily strong, and his body remained utterly still.
Jun Bu Hui slowly approached the Half-Beast Ming Wang, raising his right hand, where a strand of black demonic energy coalesced into a small demonic sword that pressed against the Half-Beast Ming Wang’s brow.
“You have lost.”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang stared at the demonic sword at his brow, his eyes filled with unwillingness, yet he was utterly helpless.
He knew he had no room left to resist.
Jun Bu Hui withdrew the demonic sword and released the spatial confinement.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang staggered back several steps, his face pale, his aura feeble; it was clear he had lost all ability to fight.
He hung his head low, not daring to meet the gazes of the crowd, his heart brimming with humiliation and resentment.
The battlefield fell into dead silence in an instant. Everyone was stunned by the scene before them, unable to utter a word for a long time.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang, ranked first on the Martial List, had actually been defeated by a demonic cultivator who appeared to be a child, and the opponent had even employed the terrifying power of spatial origin.
The excitement on the faces of the cultivators midway up the mountain had long vanished, replaced by deep fear.
If even the Half-Beast Ming Wang had lost, who among them could stand against the demonic cultivators?
“It’s over, we are completely done…” someone murmured, their voice laden with despair.
“That Jun Bu Hui has mastered the power of spatial origin; he is invincible…”
“Could it be that we truly must hand over the Sacrificial Scripture and allow the demonic cultivators to ravage us?”
Wu Hao’s face was ashen as death; he gazed at Jun Bu Hui standing calmly on the battlefield, then at the silent crowd beside him, a wave of powerlessness surging in his heart.
He knew that in this battle, they had already lost.
Fan Tian You clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood flowing freely.
He wanted to step forward and challenge Jun Bu Hui, but at the thought of that terrifying spatial power, he felt a pang of trepidation. He knew he was no match for Jun Bu Hui.
Soul Devouring Venerable looked at the crowd’s despairing expressions and let out a triumphant laugh. “Hahaha! Now do you see this venerable one’s might? Those with any sense will hand over the Sacrificial Scripture at once and get out of the Sixth Heaven Layer, or else, do not blame this venerable one for a massacre!”
Jun Bu Hui walked up to Soul Devouring Venerable and bowed in salute. “Venerable Lord, the mission is accomplished.”
Soul Devouring Venerable nodded in satisfaction. “Good, good, good! Worthy indeed of the one I have chosen.”
His gaze swept over the cultivators’ ranks, filled with mockery and cruelty. “This is your final chance: hand it over, or not?”
The cultivators exchanged glances, no one speaking, yet all saw the despair in each other’s eyes.
At that moment, Chen Ping suddenly spoke up, his voice calm yet carrying a trace of resolve. “You want the Sacrificial Scripture? It will not be that easy!”
Chen Ping slowly stepped out from the crowd, facing Soul Devouring Venerable directly.
