Jiang Chen made a call to inform everyone in the Nine Provinces, then set out with the two men. He brought neither Tie Zhu nor Jiang Xiao Chen. After all, training the Yamas was more important, and absolutely could not be delayed.
The three encountered an attack along the way. Their attacker was a believer with porcelain-like cracks across his face, constantly murmuring prayers. His abilities were unusual: his very first attack unleashed a vast swath of world-destroying Gang Wind.
Though he had only just entered King-Level, that Gang Wind could strip any expert below the Sixth Step of King-Level down to nothing in an instant, leaving not even bones.
As he prayed madly, eerie, pitch-black Prison Flame appeared out of thin air in the sky, along with an utterly yin, utterly frigid Strange River. The force of either was enough to annihilate a Sixth-Step King!
"This is what makes Divine Spirit Turmoil troublesome," Shenji said. "These believers' strength is tied not only to their own cultivation realms, but also to the devotion of their faith."
"As long as they're fanatical enough, it isn't impossible for someone at King-Level to call upon divine might capable of annihilating a Supreme Powerhouse."
"Furthermore, some of the most devout believers are resurrected after death and gain another god's power. Those are the hardest to deal with. This man, for instance, has probably died three times and mastered the powers of three gods. Although his aura is only that of someone who has just entered King-Level, slaughtering Sixth-Step Kings would be no problem for him."
At that moment, Jing Shou moved. A jab of his brush pierced the Gang Wind, Prison Fire, and Strange River, landing directly on the believer. A bloody hole appeared in his chest, then rapidly expanded to engulf his entire