"Absurd! The ravings of a madman!"
Bai Songran forced out several words through clenched teeth.
His eyes were fixed on Shen Yue, his teeth grinding audibly.
Bai Songran refused to believe that the gap between them could be this vast.
Had he lost beneath the green mountain, he would have accepted it wholeheartedly.
But now, Shen Yue intended to defeat him without borrowing the green mountain's power!
What kind of joke was that?!
He was a publicly acknowledged near-genius!
Did Shen Yue truly take him for one of those rabble, mere chickens and dogs?!
"Unbeaten? Today, I'll defeat you right here!"
Bai Songran's eyes flew wide as he opened his mouth and roared, "Black Wind World Destruction! Hah!—"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
He swung his raised hands, and violent black winds swiftly gathered around him. After a single breath, a black wind tornado more than thirty feet tall tore up from the ground.
The black tornado continually accumulated and expanded, quickly shredding everything around it and blasting out an empty clearing over ninety feet in radius.
Even the fierce winds at its outer edge were powerful enough to instantly kill any ordinary Perfected Cultivator.
Yet beneath the howling gale, Shen Yue stood immovable with his brush in hand. Only his long robe snapped and fluttered in the wind.
"That's a fine technique."
After sincerely praising it, Shen Yue summoned a small square seal into his palm.
"Among today's Tiger Chasing, it could rank... fifth."
With that, he pressed the seal onto the Galaxy Falling to the Mortal Realm Diagram.
Bang—
With only a soft burst, the painting scattered away into nothingness.
When he raised his eyes again, a dazzling galaxy flowed down from the skies, pouring over the black wind tornado.
Then, within merely a few breaths, the spell Bai Songran