Chapter 387.1: My Senior Brother Is Super, Super Amazing!

Wine Master lay half-reclined on the ground. Like an immortal that had ascended, his eyes held a distant, detached look. Every cultivator in the hall held their breath. Wine Master really has some nerves! He must have some kind of backing...

After all, the Blood-Clothed Sword God was a notorious legend, feared across the land for exterminating entire bloodlines.

Qi Yuan studied Wine Master, a flicker of curiosity crossing his eyes. "Can you also sing 'Courage'?"

The words had barely left his mouth before he pointed a finger at the old man, keeping another wrapped around Jiang Lingsu.

The cultivators around the hall tensed. Is this about to come to blows? Maybe the Blood-Clothed Sword God is testing him?

Many of them began backing away. Some turned and fled outright, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

Without so much as sitting up, Wine Master leisurely watched as Qi Yuan’s finger approached. "Youngsters are all the same. The body and soul are just shells. The Yin Spirit is what truly matters, and the Divine Domain is where power lives. Who throws punches these days?"

He’d seen so many like Qi Yuan before. After a sudden breakthrough and a rapid rise to power, they thought they were the protagonist of the book, utterly ignorant of their own insignificance. Just as there was always a higher mountain, there was always someone stronger.

With a smirk, Wine Master’s Divine Domain surged outward. He was going to teach this arrogant young fool a lesson! A wine gourd materialized from thin air, swirling with immortal energy. Streams of violet and green energy boiled and churned as a river of wine descended from the heavens. There was a celestial wonder to his move, as though Great Dao was playing a tune in the air

Wine Master roared with laughter, "A single pot of this wine could drown all of Helan Province! Young man, let me teach you your very first lesson of what it means to be truly powerful!"

His Divine Domain surged and spread. Though he still lay there on the ground, his presence felt lofty and majestic. "The Divine Domain is the foundation of strength. I am collecting that finger of yours."

The Divine Domain rushed toward Qi Yuan, enveloping him completely, yet he was unfazed. He glanced down at Jiang Lingsu. "Junior Sister, this is how you squash an ant."

His hand moved forward and pierced straight through the river of wine. The formidable Divine Domain offered no resistance whatsoever, permitting his finger to pass through it as if it weren't there.

Wine Master blinked, then narrowed his eyes. "Interesting. You've refined the Divine Domain directly into your physical body, have you? But that's the extent of it."

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"Look how strong my Divine Domain is! I am only using sixty percent of my power!"

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"Not bad, kid! You've got some tricks but I am far from done!"

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"Seventy percent... One hundred percent!"

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"Wait... Something's wrong. You're wrong!"

As he kept talking, Wine Master's expression shifted from contempt to rapidly mounting horror. Qi Yuan’s finger was utterly, impossibly unstoppable. Not even the Wine Master's Divine Domain, which had once effortlessly trapped a Great Supreme, could graze it in the slightest.

The finger was simply there, as if it were the only thing in the world. It was the finger of a god, reaching down to bring an end to all living things. Only then did Wine Master understand what it felt like to be an ant watching a human hand descend.

Powerless to resist, he began freaking out for real. "This is a misunderstanding, you can't kill me! Without me, you're as good as dead. You won't survive the next Great Calamity!"

In a last ditch attempt, Wine Master laid down his cards. He assumed that with his backing, the Blood-Clothed Sword God wouldn't dare kill him. But Qi Yuan didn't bother taking in his cries. A godly finger descended, shattering Wine Master’s Divine Domain.

"Do you know the only difference between you and an ant? An ant doesn't scream when it's crushed."

It was the last thing the Wine Master ever heard. His body crumbled, while his soul faded. He died without understanding why Qi Yuan was so impossibly powerful or why he had been killed outright. Shouldn’t Qi Yuan have questioned him first? About who stood behind him? About what leverage he held? Alas, he died with regret.

Every cultivator could not breathe, their eyes were wide with shock. They had just witnessed a battle between gods.

There was no grand spectacle. A clash between Core Formation cultivators would have resulted in massive destruction, while the shock waves from blows exchanged between Foundation Establishment cultivators would have reverberated throughout the area. The powerful enemy breathed his last from a single finger of Qi Yuan's.

The cultivators trembled. Only moments ago, his finger had seemed utterly ordinary to them. If anything, they feared the Wine Master's Divine Domain even more, convinced it was unstoppable and capable of swallowing all of Helan Province. And yet, Wine Master had died at the Blood-Clothed Sword God's hand.

Jiang Lingsu blinked, feeling something warm in her chest. She had long harbored suspicions about Qi Yuan's true identity, yet she had never pressed him for answers or broken the silence. If Qi Yuan didn't want to reveal it, then she would pretend she didn't know.

She had been a little frightened, after all. If Qi Yuan really was a supreme powerhouse like the Blood-Clothed Sword God, would he still acknowledge her as his junior sister? But now, Qi Yuan had revealed himself before her on his own terms, with his arm around her. That was his trust towards her.

Softly, she asked, her heart racing even through her considerable sized chest, "Senior Brother, why didn't you let him finish? What if some powerful figure is really backing him?"

Having heard Wine Master's final cries, she was a little worried for Qi Yuan. That old man had obviously been someone with connections.

Qi Yuan smirked. "If an ant told you that more ants would come to avenge it, would you care?"

To him, Wine Master wasn’t even worth a second thought. He was just a clown who'd gotten in the way, and killing him was no different from swatting a fly.

A bright smile spread across her face. "Senior Brother, you are so amazing!"

"I really am." Qi Yuan sighed. "But I'm also very broke."

Then, his gaze drifted to Wang Yunteng, whose face had turned ashen. "Hand over those one billion fifty million spirit stones."

Qiong Yunting was shaking so hard she could barely move. She felt like someone had to wake her up. The person she had looked down on was actually the legendary Blood-Clothed Sword God! The one who had effortlessly obliterated the Bright Palace and killed Yin Spirits like stray dogs. Moreover, he had also massacred the Feng Clan, the most powerful clan of Cloud Heaven City!

"I was deceived by that scoundrel," Wang Yunteng said, voice low. "I truly believed he was a genuine friend of Senior Sword God, that is why I..."

The once-arrogant True Lord dropped to his knees.

Qiong Yunting hurriedly kneeled as well, seemingly begging Qi Yuan for mercy.