Chapter 4518
Even the aftermath of the explosion was terrifying—no one dared to step forward, let alone approach the epicenter. Within a hundred-mile radius, absolute silence reigned. No sounds, no signs of life, not even dust lingered in the air.
Taoist Wuji stood with his whisk in hand, calm and unmoved, exuding an aura of impenetrable confidence. Opposite him, the Tenth Prince appeared visibly shaken. His face had lost its color, and the hand clutching his long sword trembled uncontrollably.
The confrontation had yet to declare a definitive victor, but the disparity in power was evident to all. The Tenth Prince’s role was clear—he was merely holding on, resisting for the sake of his pride and the reputation of the God Clan.
“Old—” the Tenth Prince began, his anger pushing him to speak recklessly, but Taoist Wuji’s piercing gaze froze the words in his throat.
Those sharp, disdainful eyes forced the Tenth Prince to reconsider. After a moment, he corrected himself, stammering, “Old Taoist, don’t think you’ve won. I’m just toying with you!”
Though he spoke with bravado, everyone present knew the truth. The masters watching from the sidelines were no fools. The Tenth Prince’s efforts to save face were transparent, a futile attempt to cling to his dignity.
“Your Highness, perhaps we should retreat…” Zuo Tianzheng transmitted his cautious words to the prince via voice transmission. He knew the truth—continuing the fight would only lead to disaster. Better to retreat now than face total defeat.
The suggestion was a dagger to the Tenth Prince’s pride.
“Shut your mouth!” he roared back telepathically, fury and shame colliding in his tone. “The God Clan never retreats!”
Fueled by anger and humiliation, the Tenth Prince gripped his sword tightly and surged forward, charging at Taoist Wuji with reckless abandon. His movements were ferocious, and the blade emitted a blinding light that filled the void for miles around.
He sought to reclaim his honor, to show Zuo Tianzheng and the Demon Sealing League that the God Clan was invincible, and that he, the Tenth Prince, could still dominate.
But Taoist Wuji didn’t flinch.
As the dazzling sword light approached, Wuji’s eyes remained filled with disdain, as though he were watching a child throw a tantrum.
In his eyes, that’s all the Tenth Prince was—a child.
The prince’s sword might have been impressive, its light painting the sky in streaks of brilliance, but to Wuji, it was no more than a toy in the hands of an overeager boy.
As the sword neared, Taoist Wuji…
The whisk swung out effortlessly, as if Taoist Wuji was swatting away a gnat, not defending against a deadly strike.
Boom!
The sword light shattered instantly upon contact with the whisk, and silence once again enveloped the vast expanse of the hundred-mile void.
This time, the Tenth Prince did not retreat.
Gritting his teeth, blood surged up his throat, but he swallowed it back down, refusing to yield. Summoning his strength, he launched another strike.
Wuji Taoist responded with the same casual flick of the whisk.
Boom!
The void quaked, but Taoist Wuji stood firm, unshaken, his expression calm and unbothered, as though he were swiping away a bothersome insect.
The Tenth Prince’s frustration mounted, his attacks growing frantic. He slashed with his sword in a furious, continuous stream, filling the void with a dazzling cascade of sword lights, waves upon waves of brilliance crashing toward Wuji Taoist.
It was a spectacle to behold—the sword lights illuminated the void, a ceaseless tide of destruction that left the onlookers stunned.
But Taoist Wuji, unfazed, kept his rhythm.
With each gentle wave of his whisk, the sword lights disintegrated like ripples dissipating in still water. The fury of the Tenth Prince’s onslaught melted away as though it had never existed, leaving behind only the stillness of the void.
The Taoist’s composure didn’t falter; his movements remained fluid and effortless, his demeanor as calm as a mountain stream.
The Tenth Prince, however, began to falter. His breaths grew uneven, his strikes losing precision, and his confidence started to crack.
But he wasn’t finished.
As he unleashed yet another flurry of sword lights, his eyes glimmered with a cunning light. A plan had formed in the depths of his mind—a strategy to turn the tide.
In a sudden, unexpected move, he bit down on his lip, letting his own blood stain the blade of his sword. The crimson essence shimmered ominously, pulsing with malicious energy.
With a fierce cry, the Tenth Prince thrust the blood-streaked blade into the void.
Boom!
The void exploded with a terrifying burst of energy, and a towering wave of blood-red sword energy, a hundred feet tall, materialized above Wuji Taoist. It descended with unimaginable force, aimed directly at his head.
This was the Tenth Prince’s trump card—a calculated maneuver to lull Wuji Taoist into complacency before unleashing his killing blow.
Seeing the blood-red sword energy barreling toward Wuji Taoist, the prince’s lips curled into a victorious smirk. He believed he had finally caught the unshakable Taoist off guard.
Wuji Taoist’s whisk seemed preoccupied, still dealing with the dissipating remnants of sword light in front of him. It appeared he had no time to block the lethal blood-red energy above him.
Kai and the others watched in horror, their breaths caught in their throats.
At this moment, it felt as if Taoist Wuji’s fate was tied to all of theirs. His survival would determine their lives.
Would this be the end of Wuji Taoist’s unshakable dominance? Or did he have yet another trick hidden up his sleeve?
The void held its breath, waiting for the answer.