Chapter 409 - 169: Blood Rebirth, Godslaying Fist! Annihilation with a Flip of the Palm

His gaze was calm, and his expression betrayed no emotion.

But aboard the Cloud Ship, it felt as though space itself had frozen solid.

Not daring to breathe, Chen Shaoyou quietly shuffled closer to Cui Yanliang.

"Fellow Daoist Su, I am Monk Taixuan!"

Monk Taixuan put his palms together, his half-shattered Golden Body flaring with a dazzling golden light.

"Your disciple wounded me so grievously, yet he himself is completely unscathed."

"The emergence of the Seven Heroes and Three Li is now inevitable. Even if the Netherworld Venerable Master himself were reborn, he could not stop it. Breaking the seal now is merely three hundred years ahead of schedule!"

"We have already accepted our defeat. Why must you be so overbearing, Fellow Daoist?"

"Overbearing?"

Su Bai’s gaze shifted, landing on the heavily injured monk.

"And what of it?"

"You!!"

Monk Taixuan choked on his words. Anger flared within him, but he dared not let it show.

For a moment, his face flushed crimson.

Su Bai’s expression remained placid. Paying no mind to Monk Taixuan’s fury, he asked nonchalantly,

"I’ve heard that while Zheyun Temple originated from the Wansheng Institute, it has changed much over the millennia, developing a technique known as the Godslaying Fist, with power comparable to the Nine Demon Subduing Seals."

"I’ve even heard that the sheer ferocity of this Godslaying Fist surpasses that of the Nine Demon Subduing Seals. Is that so?"

"And what of it?"

Sensing Su Bai’s attitude, Monk Taixuan knew he was facing almost certain death.

His tone lost all restraint, turning utterly cold.

"We Cultivators don’t settle disputes with words. Strength alone determines who stands tall and who falls."

"I am somewhat familiar with the Wansheng Institute’s Nine Demon Subduing Seals. Now, I would like to see Zheyun Temple’s Godslaying Fist for myself."

Su Bai sat cross-legged, immovable as a mountain. His aura was as profound as a Star Sea, and deep within his eyes, the reflections of mountains and rivers seemed to surface.

"What say you?"

"Hm?"

Monk Taixuan was stunned for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.

"I saw you establish the Boxing Saint Daoist Temple, promote a new path, sweep away evil fiends, bring order to the land, and unite the world’s Daoists. I actually thought you were a man of character!"

"But I never imagined you were nothing more than a petty villain, preying on a man in his moment of weakness!"

As he spoke, Monk Taixuan’s expression turned frigid.

"So be it!"

"If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why bother with such excuses?"

’Never mind that his Golden Body was half-shattered, his injuries severe and unhealable.’

’Even if he were completely unscathed, how could he possibly be a match for this Boxing Saint Daoist, a man who could shatter the Toad’s Wrathful Dharma Body?’

And so, knowing death was certain, he shed all the fear in his heart.

"Villain or gentleman, your opinion of me is utterly meaningless."

"However, since you are injured, I will not take unfair advantage of you."

As Su Bai spoke, he slowly raised his hand.

"In that case..."

With a sharp CRACK, his little finger suddenly detached and fell away.

Before everyone’s astonished eyes, the little finger tumbled through the air and transformed into a small man, complete with limbs and distinct facial features!

A white Daoist Robe even materialized around its body.

The next moment, a wind howled past. The small man grew as it met the wind, and in a mere instant, he stood seven feet tall.

"Hm?"

The Celestial Secret Sect Master’s eyes narrowed.

The man formed from the finger stood over seven feet tall, clad in a white Daoist Robe. His face was placid, his gaze profound. His aura was as imposing as a mountain, his presence as immense as the sea.

It was, astonishingly, another Su Bai!

"This is..."

Cui Yanliang’s Magic Fan stilled in his hand, his eyes trembling with shock. ’Regrowing a severed limb?’

’Or is it... Blood Rebirth?’

Regrowing a severed limb was one thing.

But Blood Rebirth was no simple Magic or Divine Technique.

It was, in the truest sense, the creation of another self.

It was a state achieved only when one’s essence, energy, spirit, and Physique had all been cultivated to an unfathomable level, where every inch of skin and every drop of blood contained the complete blueprint of one’s being.

Once this ability was mastered, even if one were slain, so long as a single drop of their blood remained in the world, it would gradually grow and reform into their original self!

’Hm? This... What Divine Technique is this?’

Monk Taixuan was shaken to his core.

With his level of Cultivation and insight, he could naturally perceive some of its secrets.

’In a way, this finger... it *is* another Su Bai!’

’From his face and body to his clothes and bearing, even his aura and presence—everything was identical. There was no difference whatsoever!’

’There are many methods in this world for creating avatars, but an avatar is just an avatar. It could never be another you, and it could never grow *into* another you!’

But now, if he hadn’t watched with his own two eyes as the finger transformed into Su Bai...

...he would be completely unable to tell which of the two before him was the real one.

’Could this... could this be the legendary Blood Rebirth?’

Su Bai, hands hanging at his sides, slowly raised an eyebrow and spoke.

"I will use this finger alone."

"Lose, and you die."

"Win, and you may live."

’To kill a Feathered expert with a single finger?’

A hush fell over the Cloud Ship.

Chen Shaoyou swallowed hard, thinking that his Grandmaster was truly and utterly domineering.

’He’s far more tyrannical than the legendary Elder Celestial Master.’

’This isn’t just about killing someone; it’s about utterly crushing their spirit.’

’It’s just too cruel!’

He couldn’t help but feel a sliver of pity for the monk.

Although he couldn’t grasp the full strangeness of a severed finger becoming a man, the expressions of everyone else had turned incredibly grave.

In that one finger, he saw Su Bai’s unimaginable Vitality and power.

Any enemy, even if they managed to kill him, would fail unless they possessed the heaven-defying power to scour the entire world.

Otherwise, even if Su Bai left behind a single drop of blood in the vast Star River...

...no one would ever be able to truly kill him!

’This... perhaps this is a different kind of immortality?’

The Celestial Secret Sect Master’s Heart Spirit wavered, a thousand different thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant.