Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 965 - 427: The Cause and Effect of Becoming a Divine, The Future of Immortal Divine, All Are Mere Playthings! (2)

An imposing figure, the young man of the human race stood tall and robust, his physique filled with vitality, radiating a lustrous glow that marked him with an unparalleled presence.

This bearing, this overwhelming aura, surpassed even those hailed as supreme prodigies, eclipsing figures like Lin An and his peers.

Even before his profound transformation, Su Tu possessed a formidable edge!

Yet, this peerless hero was now suspended lifelessly from a branch, his eyes vacant, completely devoid of spirit. He swayed like a soulless puppet, a macabre fruit among the foliage.

And then...

Buzz!!!!

The mystical tree quivered, causing countless fruits to swing, unleashing a series of potent energies. Each branch now bore a hero, identical to the one seen before.

At the very apex of the tree, forty-two 'fruits' hung from its crown. Their emanations were peculiar, not merely potent, but imbued with an essence of... intangible causality, a majestic grandeur.

"The causality of the myriad races ascending to godhood, the eternal divinity of the human race's future, all culminates today."

World Light's voice was a soft murmur.

"Grapes and fine wine in a crystal chalice~"

He raised a cup of exquisite, hovering wine, took a sip, and his brows immediately knit, shattering the fragile vessel.

"Indeed, imagined vintages never capture the authentic taste, and fabricated histories, however eloquently spun, do not belong to the brilliance of this Star River."

"Elements that should not exist must swiftly be purged."

With these words, World Light's gaze ascended.

He peered expectantly at the shimmering light curtain before him, where the geniuses of alien races now regarded the young man with eyes wide with terror, as if confronting a monstrous entity.

Three to four lifeless forms lay scattered on the ground, each handpicked by World Light as elite talents, individually capable of overwhelming any human except for Lin An and his contingent. Yet, before Su Tu, they were reduced to the state of mere chattel.

The fallen extraterrestrial combatants hadn't even mustered the will to fight; their proximity to Su Tu was enough to have their bodies instantly obliterated.

Lin Long's pupils narrowed to pinpricks; he hadn't even registered Su Tu's movements.

In their collective vision, they witnessed Meng Meng fall in an instant, and then, as the crowd attempted to unify their assault, a genius was already vanquished.

It was in that precise moment they grasped the sheer absurdity of their miscalculations.

It wasn't that their collective decision to target the largest human contingent was flawed, but their conviction that such unity could contend with Su Tu was fundamentally mistaken.

No... to call it mistaken would be too generous; it was outright foolishness.

Only when truly confronted by Su Tu could one comprehend this overwhelming, crushing pressure, akin to countless mountains bearing down on the heart, stealing every breath.

Su Tu merely stood, silent and still, his form emanating no discernible aura, no anomalies manifesting. His simple presence was the most terrifying aspect.

Inability to gauge his cultivation level, inability to perceive his true power, inability to discern his actual form.

All these indicators pointed to a critical truth: Su Tu wasn't merely superior; he occupied an entirely different strata of existence!

Though illogical, even bordering on the comical.

Still, a single thought began to form in the minds of Lin Long and the Six-Eared Rat Race.

A Dao Master!!!

This young man of the human race is a Dao Master!!

Only a Dao Master, one who has attained profound mastery over the Dao, could instill such an insurmountable dread, and only such an individual could render these prodigious talents, even those at the Venerable peak, so utterly disheartened.

"Let's all attack together! He can't possibly be this potent without some kind of special Secret Technique supporting him!"

The Six-Eared Rat Race spoke, attempting to bolster fading courage, though his body instinctively shifted backward.

"Fighting him is futile! This individual is no mere genius. Continuing this engagement would be tantamount to sacrificing lives!"

"He must be some ancient entity, employing an unknown Secret Technique to infiltrate. I have no desire to squander my life in such a futile endeavor."

His eyes darted, his Innate Divine Techniques at the ready. The moment a chaotic brawl erupted, he intended to seize the opportunity and make his escape.

His immediate objective was to incite a conflict, thereby creating an opening for his retreat.

Regrettably, none present were oblivious fools. Upon hearing his words, no one displayed any inclination to act; they were acutely aware of whether Su Tu's might stemmed from a Secret Technique or raw ability.

While Secret Techniques possess immense power, they invariably come with limitations. In stark contrast, every swift and decisive action by Su Tu, from his defeat of Long Wang and Shi Kuang to his recent actions, was a display of pure, unadulterated strength.

If the human race possessed Secret Techniques capable of such devastating effects, none of the five great powers would remain unchallenged; the Star River would have long since fallen under human dominion.

Consequently, no one was eager to be the first to charge into the fray.

Following Su Tu's arrival, Lin An and the others found a measure of relief. They settled cross-legged, focusing on their breathing, observing the unfolding events like spectators at a play.

'Our formidable leader is in position; maintaining a low profile out of respect for him is the wisest course of action!'

"Su Tu, this realm is exceptionally perilous, with time and space in disarray. The Blood Throne is nowhere to be found. Even with your immense power, should we choose to fight to the bitter end, you would undoubtedly encounter significant difficulties."

"In such a treacherous environment, even a minor wound could lead to everlasting regret. Why not set aside our animosity for the moment? Let us unite our forces, with you assuming leadership. Once we locate the throne, we can then deliberate on our next steps. What are your thoughts on this proposal?"

Lin Long bowed respectfully, his hands clasped, his voice imbued with genuine sincerity.

Concurrently, a mighty aura surged from his physique, surpassing his previous display and even eclipsing that of the late Shi Kuang.

It was evident that Lin Long had deliberately concealed his true cultivation level, only now unveiling it in response to the overwhelming pressure emanating from Su Tu.

The expressions of the other geniuses present shifted dramatically upon perceiving Lin Long's aura, astonishment evident at the sheer depth of his deception.

In unison, they too unleashed their most potent auras, their combined might barely serving to counterbalance the terrifying oppressive force exerted by Su Tu.

A humble stance signals respect, while the revelation of one's aura signifies underlying strength.

Lin Long spoke wisely; this domain is indeed unsettling. Upon entering, Su Tu had discerned that drawing external Qi was impossible, rendering the refinement of new Qi from external sources unfeasible.

Whether for combat or recuperation, reliance had to be placed solely on the Qi contained within their bodies. Should their internal Qi be depleted, replenishment would be impossible, effectively reducing them to the level of ordinary individuals.

This circumstance explained the slow recovery rate of the human race's geniuses; they were compelled to meticulously manage their Qi flow, employing the most conservative expenditure to facilitate self-healing.

It also clarified why Lin An and his cohort appeared subdued, as numerous techniques passed down through their families were rendered unusable.

Within this peculiar environment, vital energy transformed into a scarce commodity. When the disparity in power between two opposing factions was not overwhelming, engaging in conflict was ill-advised, as the unpredictable nature of what lay ahead made any outcome uncertain.

Previously, the allied forces of the foreign races possessed the capacity to utterly vanquish the human race, which accounted for the intermittent skirmishes. However, with Su Tu's intervention, the balance of power had decisively shifted in favor of humanity. Further combat was therefore rendered meaningless.

Collectively, they were incapable of defeating Su Tu. Yet, by deploying their individual trump cards, they could potentially exhaust a significant portion of Su Tu's True Qi.

Lin Long was convinced of Su Tu's sagacity; having progressed this far, he must surely grasp these implications.

As anticipated, a contemplative expression settled upon Su Tu's features, and Lin Long's lips curved into a subtle smile, a fleeting glimmer of hope manifesting.

However, before this nascent hope could fully materialize within his mind.

BOOM!!

BANG!!! BANG!! BANG!!!

A barrage of successive explosions suddenly rent the air. Lin Long's body froze involuntarily, yet he dared not turn, for an icy, razor-sharp, colossal claw had, by some unknown means, already secured a grip upon his back.

That claw possessed the terrifying capability of crushing him into mere fragments.

Astonishingly, before him, Su Tu remained perfectly still, rooted to his spot.

"Who...? Who is attacking??"

A maelstrom of confusion engulfed Lin Long's heart as a droplet of unidentifiable blood splashed onto his face, succeeded by shrieks and screams that abruptly ceased.

Only lifeless corpses remained, plummeting powerlessly from the heavens to the earth below.

"Eldest brother, why would you deign to negotiate with this rabble of imbeciles? They are merely attempting to exploit your noble temperament."

A chilling, rasping voice reverberated, its soul-piercing malevolence seeping into Lin Long's very core. A creature of black, serpentine, draconic form was reflected within his wide eyes.

"Mutual cooperation???"

"Worthless insects, devoid of value, what right do they possess to address my eldest brother in such a manner?"