Fight First, Talk Later!

The awakened ancient corpse's eyes, each bearing three spinning tomoe, held no emotion, as though it were inspecting a piece of trash unrelated to itself.

"Currency is merely an upgrade of the most primitive equivalent exchange."

His voice crossed the void of the starry sky, carrying the authority to define rules.

"Here, I follow only a higher law—strength in exchange for qualification."

As his words fell, he slowly raised his right hand.

No hand seals. No fluctuation of energy.

He merely raised his hand.

The next moment, the entire starry sky answered his will.

Countless Blue Crystal Fragments floating in the dark void—those "stars" that formed the core of the Black Tower's operation—lit up at once. An invisible force forcibly tore their light from their respective orbits, drawing it madly toward his outstretched palm.

The blue motes compressed, condensed, and spun at high speed.

A basketball-sized sphere composed entirely of blue energy rapidly took shape in his palm.

The sphere even distorted space around its surface, emitting a piercing hum. Several nearby "stars" were sucked directly into it, crushed into the purest energy without even leaving behind a ripple.

This thing was completely different from a Nen Ability.

It was purer, more direct, and more destructive.

"Outsider, prove your worth."

The ancient corpse's arm extended levelly, aiming the energy sphere—which could lose control at any moment—at Bai Zhu.

That destructive aura bore down on him, making even the bridge of light tremble faintly beneath the pressure.

Bai Zhu did not hesitate for even a moment, nor did he bother assessing the power of the energy sphere.

The instant the other party raised his hand, every muscle in Bai Zhu's body had already tensed.

He did not waste another word, because he knew that language had lost all meaning at this