Auspicious Beast Talent: [Omniscience and Omnipotence]

"Kill!"

Qiangu Dieting's roar shook the heavens, his golden Soul Power surged and churned like magma, and the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand suddenly grew to several zhang in length. The dragon patterns carved on the staff came to life under the infusion of Soul Power, as if they were about to break free from the staff and take off into the air at any moment.

He gripped the handle of the staff tightly with both hands, concentrated his Quasi-God level power into a single point, and slammed it down fiercely towards Chen Xinjie.

This strike carried the power to shatter mountains and split rocks; the air was compressed, emitting a piercing Shriek, and even the surrounding light seemed to be Distortion by this force.

Chen Xinjie's eyes narrowed, and the Vast Ocean Power erupted from his body instantly. A pale blue energy wave swept out like a tsunami, condensing into a giant energy wall tens of feet high in front of him.

The surface of the colossal wall shimmered, as if it contained the weight of an entire ocean. Facing the devastating blow from the Qiangu Dieting, it did not yield an inch. Raising its arms slightly, it unleashed the Vast Ocean Power to its fullest extent. "Well done!"

"Boom--"

The moment the Coiling Dragon Staff collided with the water wall, golden and blue energy shockwaves spread out in a ring, and the deafening roar shook the entire core area of Ming Capital.

The ground cracked open with trenches several meters deep, and rubble and building debris were thrown dozens of meters into the air by the aftershocks of energy before crashing down, raising clouds of dust.

The clash between the two Quasi-God powers created a suffocating sense of oppression for everyone in the arena. The others no longer hesitated and went to confront their respective opponents.

Ya Li and Xia Zhengleng. Although she didn't know what the other was thinking, she could sense that this Cold Rhyme Douluo didn't seem to enjoy fighting much, which was why she was able to hold him off with her healing abilities.

Fu Xuan then took the initiative to rush towards the Emotionless Douluo Cao Dezhi. His Orange Gold pupils were completely calm, and his pale golden Soul Power was faintly visible around him. His steps Feather Fall but carried an undeniable aura.

Fors transformed into a streak of silver light, heading straight for the Light Dark Douluo Long Yeyue, a nonchalant smile still playing on his lips.

Surrounded by a black, giant phantom Kun, Cai Xukun engaged in a fierce battle with Tong Yu's Five Elements Qilin, with explosions echoing from the collision of their forces.

"Brother, I'm leaving Zang Xin to you. I'll deal with that Tang Sect Master!"

Qiangu Dongfeng shouted at Qiangu Qingfeng, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent. Before he finished speaking, his figure shot towards Tang Wulin below like an arrow.

In his eyes, Tang Wulin was both the Sect Master the Tang Sect and the Sea God Pavilion Master. Although his combat strength was not as good as Gu Yuena's, he already showed signs of becoming Limit Douluo. If he was not eliminated today, he would definitely become a huge threat to the Spirit Pagoda in the future.

Of course, more importantly, Qiangu Dongfeng also wanted to take this opportunity to avenge his grandson.

The Affectionate Douluo Zang Xin wanted to stop him, but he was under immense pressure just facing Qiangu Qingfeng, a Quasi-God, and couldn't spare any attention. He could only secretly pray that Tang Wulin could hold on.

"The Tang Sect has no intention of being an enemy of the Federation. Everything we do is for the peace and stability of the Douluo Continent." Cao Dezhi looked at the pink-haired girl opposite him, his tone earnest.

Instead of immediately condensing his Martial Soul, he tried to persuade them with reason and emotion, "I have a past relationship with the previous master of the War God Temple, and I once guarded the borders of the Federation for many years. I believe I have lived up to the expectations of the Federation's people, so why are you pressing me so hard?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic battle in the arena, his voice growing increasingly heavy. "Do you know that just a few years ago, the Evil Soul Master of the Holy Spirit Cult attempted to break through the dimensional barrier, unleashing extraterrestrial demons to invade the continent?"

"It was our current Tang Sect Master, Tang Wulin, who disregarded his own safety and led the Tang Sect disciples in a valiant effort to stop the disaster, ultimately turning the tide and averting a Catastrophe that could have threatened the entire continent."

"Since you are Yu Guanzhi's granddaughter, I believe you must have received relevant intelligence as well. The Federation's top priority right now is definitely not to start a war against the Tang Sect. Otherwise, once the war spreads and lives are lost, the only ones who will benefit are those Evil Soul Master lurking in the shadows."

If they are allowed to grow stronger amidst the chaos of war, the mainland may face another catastrophic disaster!

Cao Dezhi spoke these words with heartfelt sincerity; every word came from the bottom of his heart.

He did indeed have a deep friendship with the previous master of the War God Temple, and the "guarding the territory" he mentioned refers to the years he spent guarding the Abyssal Passage and resisting the invasion of Abyssal Creature.

If it weren't for the Spirit Pagoda's relentless pressure, and if the Federation hadn't forcibly labeled the Tang Sect as a traitorous organization, he might still be in the Blood God Legion, continuing to guard the westernmost part of the continent.

"Finished?" Fu Xuan looked at Cao Dezhi, his tone still calm and unmoved.

She gently shook her head, her voice carrying an undeniable firmness. "I am naturally aware of and deeply admire the past achievements of the Emotionless Douluo. However, the fact that the Tang Sect hindered the Federation Fleet's advance into the Star Luo Empire is also an undeniable fact."

"The law is impartial. If the members of the Tang Sect can lay down their weapons and surrender today, I guarantee that I will petition the Federation Parliament to grant Tang Sect a fair trial."

"Then it seems there's no point in negotiating." Cao Dezhi sighed slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, but even more so, a resolute determination.

Surrender?

This is absolutely impossible—putting aside whether the Federation would truly grant a "fair trial," the Tang Sect's very identity would not allow them to admit defeat in such a humiliating manner.

The Tang Sect was founded by the Sea God Tang San himself. It has been passed down for over 20,000 years, even longer than the history of the Federation. This honor and dignity must not be trampled on by anyone.

"Then let me see what makes you so confident that you dare to challenge me." The emotion in Cao Dezhi's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, sharp glint.

He slowly raised his left hand, and a dazzling white light condensed in his palm, gradually revealing a long sword about four feet long.

The sword was as white as jade, but the blade gleamed with a chilling light. An incomparably sharp aura suddenly burst forth from the sword, as if the surrounding air had been sliced into fragments.

This is the Martial Soul of the Emotionless Douluo — the Ruthless Sword!

The Though Heartless, It Is Sentimental!

Cao Dezhi chanted softly, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp as swords. The Soul Power around him began to fluctuate violently, and six black Soul Ring and three red Soul Ring slowly rose from his body, swirling rapidly around the Ruthless Sword.

As the Soul Ring rotated, the surrounding space began to Distortion, yet it also exuded an extreme Sharpness, as if it would be torn apart by this sword intent at any moment.

This is the signature move of the Emotionless Douluo — Emotionless Sword Intent!

Once activated, it can discard all emotions and unleash combat power far exceeding one's own cultivation level with the purest killing intent and sharpness.

With a flick of his wrist, Cao Dezhi sent the Ruthless Sword flying, transforming it into a white streak of light in mid-air. Then, the sword abruptly split in two, then into four, with four identical Ruthless Sword hovering around Fu Xuan, forming a perfect square.

The sword intent emanating from the sword intertwined, forming an invisible barrier that completely imprisoned the space around Fu Xuan.

One of the most powerful Spirit Skill of the Emotionless Douluo: Emotionless Sword Formation! Using the extreme sharpness of the Ruthless Sword, it forcibly cuts through space to form an independent, closed domain.

Within this realm, the four Ruthless Sword resonate, not only immobilizing the target but also continuously unleashing sword intent to inflict sustained damage.

Although Cao Dezhi has not made a move on the mainland for many years, his experience of guarding the Abyssal Passage for many years has not diminished his combat skills, but rather made them even more refined.

After setting up the formation, a Ruthless Sword reappeared in Cao Dezhi's palm.

His eyes narrowed, and his arm swept out suddenly. A white sword light several meters long burst from the blade, tearing through space and instantly rushing into the Emotionless Sword Formation, heading straight for Fu Xuan.

This renowned Limit Douluo, once he makes a move, goes all out without holding back in the slightest.

"Interesting."

Fu Xuan felt the binding force emanating from her body, but instead of panicking, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth and said softly, "But this level of power is not enough to threaten me."

Before she finished speaking, a pale purple diamond-shaped mark suddenly lit up on her fair forehead. It was a divine Dharma Eye, resembling a vertical eye, and it shone with a mysterious light.

The next moment, something strange happened: the four Ruthless Sword surrounding Fu Xuan, as well as the white sword light that was rushing towards him, seemed to have been struck by some invisible force. Without making a sound, they instantly shattered into countless points of light and dissipated into the air.

"What?"

Cao Dezhi's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared intently at Fu Xuan, but saw the other party make no move at all.

Without activating Soul Power or releasing Spirit Skill, the Emotionless Sword Formation and sword light he had unleashed vanished silently, as if they had never existed.

Is this her ability?

A thought flashed through Cao Dezhi's mind, and he immediately thought of the time when Long Yeyue was ambushed.

Previously, right under everyone's noses, a handprint inexplicably appeared on Long Yeyue's face. No one noticed the attacker's presence, and that incident was the fuse that ignited this great battle.

"It seems the slap mark on Long Yeyue's face must have been done by her."

Cao Dezhi's heart grew increasingly heavy, yet one question lingered: How did she manage to do that? Was it an invisible attack? But even if it were an invisible attack, it would be impossible for it to escape the perception of him and Chen Xinjie, two Quasi-God.

This silent, imperceptible power is far more terrifying than any powerful Spirit Skill.

Seeing Cao Dezhi's shocked expression, Fu Xuan's tone remained calm. "The Emotionless Douluo's strength is indeed well-deserved. But unfortunately, your attack is ineffective against me. Next, it's my turn."

The moment the words fell, a soft pink light shone from Fu Xuan's body. The light was not dazzling, but it carried a heart-palpitating sense of oppression, as if even the surrounding air was tainted by this pink halo with a special power.

Cao Dezhi's heart tightened, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. He immediately held the Ruthless Sword horizontally in front of his chest, his eyes fixed on Fu Xuan's every move, his Soul Power surging wildly within his body, ready to deal with the opponent's attack at any moment.

"[Omniscience and Omnipotence]"

Fu Xuan parted his thin lips slightly and slowly uttered these four words. His voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry some kind of special magic, clearly reaching Cao Dezhi's ears.

At the same time, the pale purple Dharma Eye on her forehead lit up again, its diamond-shaped pupil shimmering with a mysterious light. The pink light echoed the purple Dharma Eye, forming a strange energy fluctuation.

But just a moment later, the light vanished abruptly, Fu Xuan remained suspended in place, quietly watching Cao Dezhi without making any further moves.

"???"

Cao Dezhi's face was full of doubt, and his grip on the Ruthless Sword tightened slightly.

He cautiously observed Fu Xuan, while simultaneously sensing his own condition— his Soul Power was functioning normally, his Battle Armor was undamaged, and he felt no abnormality in his body, as if the commotion just now was merely an insignificant bluff.

Even though the other person said "It's my turn" and emitted a special light, nothing actually happened in the end?

This eerie calm unsettled Cao Dezhi more than any violent attack. He knew that the most seemingly harmless appearance often concealed a more deadly crisis.

Therefore, even though he did not sense any threat for the time being, he still dared not let his guard down. His Soul Power remained highly taut, and the sharp aura on the Ruthless Sword became increasingly intense.

"Are they stalling for time?" Cao Dezhi's gaze unconsciously swept towards the battlefield below.

Tang Wulin was being relentlessly suppressed by the Qiangu Dongfeng. Cracks had spread across his golden dragon scales, and the attacks of his Golden Dragon Spear were gradually becoming sluggish. He had clearly fallen into a disadvantageous position and was in danger of meeting an unforeseen fate at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Cao Dezhi's heart leaped into his throat, and the Ruthless Sword in his hand involuntarily emitted bursts of white sword light.

He had no time to continue the standoff with Fu Xuan. Regardless of the purpose behind Fu Xuan's actions, Tang Wulin could not afford to be harmed. Fu Xuan was the key to resolving the Abyssal Plane and was also the Tang Sect Master he had appointed.

Since Fu Xuan has not yet taken the initiative, he has no choice but to take the initiative, deal with his opponent as soon as possible, and then go to support Tang Wulin.

Having made up his mind, Cao Dezhi no longer hesitated. He instantly poured his Soul Power into the Ruthless Sword, and the light on the sword suddenly surged. A white sword light, even more fierce than before, began to condense.

He took a deep breath, preparing to swing his longsword and attack Fu Xuan, when, in the next moment, something he would never forget happened.

"Clang--"

A crisp metallic snapping sound suddenly rang out, and Cao Dezhi felt a violent vibration coming from the Ruthless Sword in his hand. Immediately afterward, a tremendous force came from the hilt of the sword, causing his arm to tremble involuntarily.

He looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted—he saw that his Ruthless Sword, which had once slain an unharmed but powerful enemy, had a clear crack in the middle of its blade. The crack spread at a speed visible to the naked eye and broke off completely in an instant. Half of the sword, carrying a sharp sword light, fell towards the ground below.

"Puff--"

Before Cao Dezhi could recover from the shock of his broken Martial Soul, a piercing pain suddenly shot through his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, the bright red blood drawing a glaring arc in the air.

He instinctively covered his chest with his hand, but felt a warm, sticky sensation on his palm. When he looked down, he was horrified by what he saw.

Sometime during the night, a huge, several-foot-long gash appeared on his extremely protective Battle Armor, running from his left shoulder to his lower right abdomen. The gash was so deep that bone was visible, and blood was gushing out of the wound, instantly staining his clothes red.

"Is this... your ability?"

Cao Dezhi struggled to lift his head, his gaze fixed on Fu Xuan opposite him, his voice hoarse from the pain and shock.

He simply couldn't understand why, despite maintaining a high level of vigilance and not seeing Fu Xuan make any attack moves, his weapon suddenly broke and his body sustained such severe injuries.

This invisible and intangible attack method was completely beyond his understanding of Spirit Master abilities.

"That's right."

Fu Xuan nodded slightly, his tone remaining calm, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

The purple Dharma Eye on her forehead had dimmed again, and the pink light around her had completely dissipated. But in Cao Dezhi's eyes, this seemingly weak girl was more terrifying than any Limit Douluo.

Cao Dezhi wanted to ask more questions, wanting to understand the principle behind this strange ability, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a blackout and a strong sense of dizziness hit him, as if someone had hit the back of his head hard with a heavy hammer.

His body lost all strength and could no longer maintain its levitating state. Like a kite with a broken string, he plummeted rapidly towards the ground below.

This Emotionless Douluo, who once guarded the Abyssal Passage and made a name for himself on the Douluo Continent, was defeated by Fu Xuan in a bizarre way that no one could understand.

Until the very last second before losing consciousness, he couldn't understand how he had lost—he hadn't seen the attack, hadn't felt any energy fluctuations, and hadn't even seen his opponent's movements clearly before he was severely injured and unable to fight.