The Power of Mortals Might Not Be Enough to Resist Qian Jue, but Chen Hai, Who Possessed Divine Power, Could!

He reveled in this feeling—the sensation of trampling everything in the world beneath his feet, of deciding the life and death of countless people with a single thought!

Every cell in his body was cheering with exhilaration, craving a baptism of blood, craving to tear everything before him completely apart!

He slowly raised his head, and those eyes, like an abyss gazing upon its prey, finally locked onto the two figures still struggling to hold on below.

Niu Tian and Chen Hai.

At this moment, Niu Tian and Chen Hai had long since lost their previous calm, lofty demeanor as grandmasters.

"How... how could he be this strong...?"

Chen Hai was completely dumbfounded. How could anyone reach such a level? What method could possibly achieve this?

A living sacrifice? Power gained by sacrificing people to demons?

Yet judging by Qian Jue's expression, he did not seem to be controlled by power. On the contrary, he had become its master.

Just then, Qian Jue's voice, like a death god delivering judgment, slowly rang out between heaven and earth.

His voice was not loud, yet it pierced through the barriers of space and entered everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

"Now, you are the challengers."

Qian Jue lowered his head slightly and looked down at the soul masters below.

There had once been a time when these people called themselves the continent's guardians, the incarnations of justice. They had looked down on him from on high, trying to judge him with their laughable rules and strength.

But now, the roles of attacker and defender had reversed.

Before absolute power, every scheme, every moral shackle, every foundation of every sect was nothing more than brittle clay dogs and straw chickens, utterly unable to withstand a single blow!

He had now truly become the number