Chapter 1930: Chapter 1957: One Swing, Instant Kill—What’s There to Say?
A small, dark clock appeared above Su Yunbing’s head.
The clock had a single hand that, once it made a full clockwise rotation, would activate the talisman’s effect.
“This is my own creation, the Death Decree Talisman. Once the needle completes a full circle, all cultivators without a Divine Bloodline in this arena will lose their lives.”
San Fu Tian said.
[Death is the endpoint of life], this was his lethal talisman. It wasn’t solely targeting Su Yunbing; rather, he planned to wipe out all five representatives of Human Cultivators battling in the audience, clearing the scene in one swift move.
As a god, how could he hold a single human cultivator as an opponent? Humans were not qualified to face him one-on-one. He intended to end this farce in the shortest ti possible.
“Damn it, this God of Talismans doesn’t play by the rules. Why is he targeting off-stage cultivators? Should I consider evading for now?”
Li Xiaobai gazed at the small black clock, feeling uneasy. This clock seed to belong to the Causality Faction. Once activation conditions were t, the effect of death was bound to occur.
Moreover, judging from the needle’s speed, the clock had only sixty seconds!
“No need, Xiaosu will take action now.”
The rookie spoke calmly, sitting next to Li Xiaobai, indifferent to the clock.
In the arena.
Su Yunbing glanced at the clock above, raised her hamr, and smashed it.
The scarlet hamr head infused with a terrifying sense of power imdiately shattered the clock into pieces.
“Your talisman needs improvent. A talisman that takes sixty seconds to activate is worthless. Killing you won’t even take six seconds.”
Su Yunbing hoisted her giant hamr onto her shoulder, extended a hand, and made a gripping motion toward the void, where a large, indistinct red mass appeared behind her.
This red mass lacked shape, only spreading its color like paint.
“[Visualized Item: Power!]”
“That’s impossible!”
“How could the Law of Divine Talisman be shattered?”
“And why is the visualized item of power like this, indistinct? What exactly are you visualizing? It lacks any shape!”
San Fu Tian was stunned. A talisman condensed by the Law of Power had never been shattered before.
Normally, people find weaknesses and then resist the talisman’s effects, but this female cultivator simply smashed the talisman?
“Don’t be so shocked; it’s your turn now. Watch my finishing move: [Slow and Graceful Death Hamr]!”
Su Yunbing raised the giant hamr high, the vast red mass frantically pouring into its head, swiftly enlarging the hamr to pierce the sky. The red mist blurred with oppressive force akin to a thousand pounds, pressing every spectator breathless.
“[Visualized Item: Life-Saving Talisman!]”
“Law of Divine Talisman, max reinforcent: scapegoat!”
San Fu Tian’s eyes widened in shock. The terrifying aura emanating from the hamr paralyzed his body—it was primal fear. He had no doubt that if this hamr struck, he might die.
No flashy effects played; the hamr tilted and slowly descended.
The area within its head’s reach was not just San Fu Tian, but also the gods’ viewing podium, and half the arena!
“Not good, defend quickly!”
“This woman seeks revenge, wanting to include us in her attack!”
“How is this arena match being played? Why do they target the audience seats?”
“This is too arrogant! Does she presu she can contend against all the gods?”
“Activate the barrier! Prevent the arena from being impacted; it concerns the gods’ dignity!”
As the hamr fell from the sky, the gods briefly panicked. They truly hadn’t anticipated a re human daring to play this way.
Father God gently tapped his seat, sending a layer of invisible ripples to spread, covering the entire arena like a protective film, keeping the hamr’s might at bay.
“Boom!”
Su Yunbing wielded the hamr single-handedly, her muscles bulging, and struck fiercely down.
The thunderous cracking sound left every sentient being in the audience ringing in their minds.
On the platform, all the traps and barriers San Fu Tian had set beforehand were obliterated, and his buffs shattered in an instant.
“No, no, no, it shouldn’t be like this!”
“It’s just a re human…”
San Fu Tian’s eyes showed terror. He could only watch as his talismans were crushed, and then the hamr struck his body, shattering inch by inch.
Monts later.
As the dust settled, Su Yunbing stood with a hand outstretched, stepping over a corpse in a black robe.
The audience beca deathly silent, not a sound uttered.
Instant kill.
Their God of Talismans had been killed instantly!
The gods couldn’t quite believe this outco. When did such a master erge among humans?
And since she wielded this power, why hadn’t she beco a god?
Why hadn’t she initiated a blood battle to obtain a Divine Core?
“Gah!”
Amidst the shock of everyone, a tall man among the gods suddenly spat blood, his aura waning, collapsing on the ground.
“Great Strength God!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh no, Great Strength God was affected by the residual power just now!”
“Quick! Quickly send the Great Strength God for treatnt!”
Once more the gods descended into chaos. Even though Father God used his barrier to intervene, one among them had been affected—man’s power was too fearso!
“Sothing’s off; we are all seated together, why only Great Strength God was hard?”
“Why aren’t we hard at all?”
A god noticed sothing wrong.
“Cough, gah!”
“It’s… backfired… you got it mixed up. That hamr was ant for ; San Fu Tian was the one killed by the shock. Most of the hamr’s force struck !”
“This woman… aid at from the start, wanting to kill with a single strike to beco the new God of Strength!”
Great Strength God rose wobbly, his gaze at Su Yunbing filled with fury.
Becoming a god requires that no god exists on one’s chosen path. Su Yunbing specialized in power. To beco the God of Strength, she had to kill him, the incumbent Great Strength God.
This woman’s target from the outset wasn’t San Fu Tian but him, the unsuspecting God of Strength seated among the audience!
“Such a sha, couldn’t finish you off. It’ll be tougher to kill you in the future. Being a god isn’t easy.”
Su Yunbing sighed mildly, affirming the God of Strength’s accusations.
“This…”
The gods found themselves stunned into wordlessness.
This woman was audacious enough to aim for the God of Strength right off the bat, trying to replace him, and rely the aftershock dispatched San Fu Tian—what is this level?
“I didn’t feel a killing sensation; the God of Talismans wasn’t entirely dead. This body beneath my feet is a scapegoat.”
Su Yunbing kicked the corpse aside, revealing the face of a beast under the robe, not the real San Fu Tian.
She glanced toward a specific point in the audience, calmly saying, “Scapegoat talismans are quite sothing. Want to continue fighting?”
“You can keep jumping onto the platform, continually making the audience your scapegoat, until I kill them all.”
Among the crowd, a cloaked man clutched his chest, hunched over, shaking his hands repeatedly, “No more, no more, I’ve lost this round.”
San Fu Tian’s visualized item was a Life-Saving Talisman, deriving the scapegoat ability, allowing him to randomly swap positions with soone nearby, having them die in his place. He had narrowly escaped using that ability.
Though undignified, he breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, Su Yunbing concentrated most of her power on the God of Strength; otherwise, the effectiveness of his scapegoat talisman was uncertain.
The cultivators from the starry sky truly aren’t simple. Such formidable entities numbering four—could the gods really claim effortless victory?
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