Kill or not kill?

Strings of quicksand coiled around his fingertips, turning like a ring of stars.

Though the earth-type ability had evolved from the Earth Spirit Art recorded in the Fragment of the Divine Book, it was far more wondrous. As Bai Yang pondered it, he thought of all sorts of ways to use it.

It wasn't a spell. More accurately, it could be called a Divine Ability—a powerful ability Bai Yang seemed born knowing how to use. He didn't need to practice or familiarize himself with it; one thought, and it moved as naturally as his own arm.

Unlike his fire and lightning abilities, the earth-type ability couldn't create soil and stone out of thin air. But they shared one thing: wherever Bai Yang's Psychic Power reached, all earth and stone fell under his control!

He flicked a finger. The strand of quicksand shot from his fingertip and transformed in midair into a small stone knife. A faint metallic sheen even glimmered across its surface.

Clang!

The stone knife flew dozens of miles, trailing sparks, and embedded itself in a distant boulder. It didn't shatter. Instead, it strangely sank into the rock and became one with it.

Bai Yang glanced at his hand, then raised his eyes toward the distance and lifted a hand to the sky.

Hum...

The ground across a ten-mile radius ahead rippled like the surface of water, instantly dissolving into dust too fine for the naked eye to discern. The dust surged skyward and gathered into a colossal arm, as if it meant to tear the heavens apart.

In the next instant, the huge arm burst into countless grains of dust, which transformed into an endless rain of sharp swords and shot in every direction. They landed without a sound, like raindrops vanishing into a pond.

"Young Master,