Clang!
Beneath the heavens, a metallic tremor split clouds and pierced stone, like two pieces of divine iron from primordial antiquity grinding violently together, sparks spraying everywhere.
Each spark was like a falling miniature sun, instantly boiling the Northern Sea below and sending white mist billowing into the sky.
It was the sound of slaughter, a world-shaking collision on the razor's edge between life and death.
Everything happened in a flash—the God King leader from the Black Feather Divine Dynasty.
He closed in like a phantom, wielding a blood-dripping dagger named Soul Devourer.
Wrapped in cursed black light potent enough to corrode a divine core, it struck Ye Tian precisely in the center of his back.
Yet the anticipated eruption of blood and shattering flesh never came.
The instant the peerlessly sharp dagger touched Ye Tian's white robes, a faint halo of chaos rippled outward like water.
Then a palm, translucent as jade yet holding immeasurable divine power, reached backward.
Moving at an uncanny angle, it started later but arrived first. Two fingers closed together, firmly catching that lethal dagger!
"How is that possible?!"
The leader of the Black Feather Divine Dynasty's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart seized. This strike was an assassination art fueled by burning his vital origin blood, called the Instant-Kill Great Art. Three thousand years ago, it had pierced the skull of a veteran God King.
Yet now, a young junior who had just survived tribulation lightning and should have been weakened had blocked it with only two fingers?
"Nothing is impossible."
Ye Tian slowly turned, his hair dancing. His double pupils held no emotion, only the indifference of someone looking down upon ants.
"What you call a killing blow is nothing but a child's trick to me."
Crack!
Before his words faded, Ye Tian