Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 1016 - 453: At This Moment... The Great Destruction Arrives, Annihilation Across the World!

Moments later, a crimson moon, shimmering ominously, materialized from the void and settled behind Su Tu. A bizarre, black eye slowly gazed downwards.

At this juncture... the Great Destruction had arrived, signaling the world's impending doom!

Beneath the moon's eerie glow, all things were bathed in a sinister crimson hue, a shade that evoked nothing but sheer terror and profound dread.

This was no mere coloration; it signified a fundamental, intrinsic transformation.

Anything touched by the moonlight—be it followers, the very fabric of space, or inanimate structures—transformed into a blood-tinged crystal. These crystalline forms appeared exquisitely beautiful, yet… unbearably fragile, liable to shatter at the slightest contact.

And the descending, crimson world below was swiftly engulfed by this same moonlight.

Clatter!!

Under the moon's influence, the world painted in reds rapidly became saturated by the moonlight, instantly crystallizing into a blood-colored structure.

In the span of a single breath, the world's descent ceased, every element now rendered in the appearance of crimson crystal.

Su Tu, without even deigning to glance at the spectacle, uttered a single, resonant word.

"Destroy."

Boom!!!

Rumble!!!

As the command to 'Destroy' echoed, the blood-hued world began to disintegrate at an alarming pace.

Shards of crimson crystal rained down, resembling a dazzling downpour of diamond-like blood.

Witnessing this breathtaking display, both Liu Yingjiao and Chen Yuan stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded.

Within Liu Yingjiao's astonished eyes, the cataclysmic power capable of obliterating the world was being effortlessly neutralized by Su Tu.

The entire process unfolded with an almost casual ease; Su Tu hadn't even shifted his position.

In that profound moment, Liu Yingjiao felt no surge of relief, only an unsettling, inarticulable sense of apprehension.

Su Tu's declaration reverberated incessantly in her mind: "I... am a god..."

If, mere moments prior, Liu Yingjiao had dismissed Su Tu's words as mere reassurances, she now grasped their profound truth. Her student indeed possessed the unimpeachable right to make such a claim.

However, this realization brought no comfort, but rather a deep-seated unease. If his earlier words held true, the Su Tu standing before her might no longer be the student she knew...

If he was not Su Tu... then who, or what, was he?

A maelstrom of thoughts and possibilities churned within Liu Yingjiao's consciousness.

Suddenly, she halted, forcefully pinching the flesh between her thumb and forefinger, the sharp sting grounding her Heart and Spirit.

“No!”

The immediate peril remained unaddressed; why were her thoughts spiraling into such a chaotic vortex? Even if her student had indeed become something profoundly different, that was a concern for a later time. Having attained such a high Realm, she would never have committed such a critical lapse during a battle.

Therefore, only one logical conclusion remained...

Her gaze instinctively drifted back towards Su Tu.

The Xue Yue, hovering behind him like a celestial diadem, cast its crimson moonlight downwards, adorning him like a cloak woven from pure blood.

At this instant, Su Tu appeared utterly alien and unfathomable. He emanated an aura of aloof detachment, devoid of joy or sorrow, surveying all existence with eyes holding the profound stillness of encroaching silence.

The singular black eye within the Xue Yue behind him seemed to be the very nexus of world-ending power; lesser beings were deemed unworthy to gaze directly upon it, for a mere glance promised utter annihilation.

“Yingjiao, I wish for you to release your tension, so I thought I would present you with something less burdensome to contemplate.”

At this juncture, Su Tu's visage remained utterly impassive, the moonlight illuminating his handsome features, bestowing upon him the visage of a celestial deity.

He had abandoned all pretense of emotion, no longer clinging to the reminder of his Human Race identity.

Here and now, gazing upon her student, Liu Yingjiao felt as though she were confronting a truly... divine entity.

“What is occurring...”

Liu Yingjiao's voice trembled with bewilderment and profound shock.

“Before the commencement of the ritual, I did indeed perceive a shift in your demeanor, an inability to discern your emotional fluctuations. Yet, I attributed it to a residual effect of your resurrection technique. But now...”

Liu Yingjiao's gaze remained fixed on Su Tu, her eyes quivering uncontrollably. The student she once knew so intimately now felt like an utter stranger.

“What experience did you undergo just moments ago?” Liu Yingjiao couldn't suppress the question.

“I owe my gratitude to him for confronting matters I neither desired nor dared to face.”

“Speaking of which, Chen Yuan, I should express my sincere thanks.”

“As a token of my gratitude, I shall obliterate you along with your painstakingly constructed Three Deceits Cult.”

Su Tu's voice underwent a sudden, chilling distortion.

In the following instant, his presence manifested directly before Chen Yuan.

“Annihilate them. Together.”

“When…?” Chen Yuan's expression contorted drastically, the grotesque flesh crown behind him writhing wildly, extending numerous tendrils in a desperate attempt to form a barrier.

Yet, his movements were catastrophically slow compared to Su Tu's speed.

Boom!!!

“Nameless.”

Su Tu's voice descended with frigid finality. His fist moved with disarming simplicity, yet as it approached, an overwhelming premonition of peril erupted within Chen Yuan's mind.

If this strike landed, even his current formidable being would sustain grievous harm, potentially losing a significant portion of his life force.

However, the mere realization of this threat came too late.

Su Tu's fist had already descended—

Boom!!!

An instantaneous shockwave of the Power of Silence erupted, causing vast swathes of the surrounding space to fracture and shatter like broken mirrors. In the aftermath, Chen Yuan's body was bisected, his form obliterated.

Within the gaping wound, flesh buds writhed unstirringly, desperately attempting to regenerate. However, the insidious Power of Silence had taken root, relentlessly purging all signs of vitality.

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*Note: "虎口" (hǔkǒu) refers to the webbing between thumb and forefinger.