Chapter Sixty-Nine: Blade of the Void

Buzz~
At the instant the deep blue wind blade from Han Lingyue reached Liu Mubai’s throat, the pale blue domain suddenly shook violently, and Liu Mubai’s hair stood on end. Han Lingyue’s attack was so swift it surpassed the limits of speed—instant movement, instant strike!
Fortunately, this was Liu Mubai’s domain. Within his own domain, Liu Mubai had a vague, inexplicable sense; the moment Han Lingyue’s body appeared behind him and the deep blue wind blade was unleashed, the energy within the domain surged, responding in a split second, blocking Han Lingyue’s attack just in time.
Boom boom boom!
The deep blue wind blade collided fiercely with the wall formed by pale blue energy, less than an inch from Liu Mubai’s neck.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss~~~
Two utterly different energies clashed violently, devouring one another. Gradually, Liu Mubai’s pale blue energy gained the upper hand. Here, he was master; as a mid-level War God, his divine body was ten times stronger than Han Lingyue’s. With time, he would naturally dominate.
War God-level beings no longer possessed bodies of flesh and blood. When one broke through from the Mortal Transcendence Realm to the War God Realm, their body transformed completely into pure energy.
A mid-level War God’s divine body was ten times more solid than that of a low-level War God. In terms of pure energy, Liu Mubai had ten times more than Han Lingyue.
The difference lay in their innate abilities—the energy comprising their divine bodies differed. Liu Mubai’s was water-type, so his divine body was entirely formed of water energy.
Han Lingyue, meanwhile, possessed the “Swift Wind” talent, part of the wind element. His divine body should be composed of wind energy, but Han Lingyue was a dual-talent user; aside from him, no one knew what energies his divine body truly contained.
Chosen ones were rare; among all humanity, there were fewer than ten thousand. Dual-talent chosen ones were rarer still—like stars in daylight. In nearly a century since the apocalypse, only five dual-talent users had been publicly known in human history.
Generally, a low-level War God could hardly ever defeat a mid-level War God—the difference in divine body strength was tenfold.
Yet, at this moment, Liu Mubai felt a faint unease. He knew well how monstrous Han Lingyue was; anyone ranked in the top three of the Azure Dragon list possessed terrifying abilities.
Liu Mubai wasn’t familiar with Han Lingyue, but he knew his talent was Swift Wind. However, the sudden teleportation Han Lingyue displayed a moment ago was clearly not something Swift Wind could achieve. Realizing this, sweat began to bead on Liu Mubai’s forehead.

Could it be... Han Lingyue has always hidden a second innate ability? He’s a dual-talent user!
The thought had barely surfaced when Liu Mubai’s heart gave a violent jolt. If Han Lingyue truly possessed two talents, then he was facing an opponent tougher than any he’d ever encountered.
“Damn!”
Liu Mubai cursed inwardly, wishing he could slap Hei Qin to death. As if provoking Luo Han wasn’t enough, now he’d drawn out this dual-talent monster!
Han Lingyue, of course, had no idea what Liu Mubai was thinking, but his killing intent toward both Liu Mubai and Hei Qin was already set. Ke Bei’s arrival at the Jiujiang Genius Training Camp was entirely at his suggestion, and now Ke Bei was so badly injured; Han Lingyue felt much of the responsibility was his own.
Since it was his responsibility, all trouble should be resolved by him. He owed Ke Bei an answer.
That was Han Lingyue’s character—once he decided something, not even the King of Heaven could deter him, let alone Liu Mubai, whom he considered little more than a mid-level War God waste.
He glanced coldly at the deep blue wind blade blocked by Liu Mubai. Han Lingyue’s expression remained unchanged; no matter how useless Liu Mubai was, he was still a mid-level War God, possessing ten times more energy than Han Lingyue. If he couldn’t even withstand a casual strike, he hardly deserved to remain in the Palace of War Gods.
His black robe billowed gently. The blue radiance in Han Lingyue’s right eye gradually faded. As it disappeared, a silver light appeared deep within his gaze.
In an instant, both his jet-black eyes transformed into brilliant silver.
Liu Mubai’s divine body was ten times stronger. Han Lingyue wasn’t foolish enough to waste energy in a battle of attrition. Even if his talent was somewhat stronger, using Swift Wind alone would make victory nearly impossible. So, he abandoned the wind element, unleashing the spatial ability he had hidden as his trump card—an ability even more terrifying than Swift Wind.
Though he was in Liu Mubai’s domain, the moment Han Lingyue’s spatial talent erupted, its domineering energy forcibly shattered the pale blue energies around him.
“To die beneath my Void Blade—such a death is cause for pride, even in hell!”
Han Lingyue slowly raised his hands; threads of silver energy surged from his body, causing the surrounding space to tremble. Tiny black cracks appeared in the fabric of space.
“Void Blade!”
Between his palms, a disk of silver light thin as a cicada’s wing, about ten centimeters in diameter, manifested. The power of space consumed far more divine energy than that of Swift Wind. At Han Lingyue’s current level, creating a Void Blade of this size was his limit—one strike would drain over ninety percent of his divine force!

“Die!”
Twin beams of dazzling silver shot from Han Lingyue’s eyes. Holding the silver disk, he stomped the ground; the disk tore through the void and vanished in an instant. In the next moment, it appeared above Liu Mubai’s head.
“No!”
“Get away!”
Liu Mubai sensed a subtle spatial disturbance and roared in terror, veins bulging on his neck. Panic-stricken, his pale blue domain contracted suddenly, shrinking to its utmost limit. Dense blue light enveloped him, cocooning him in a thick shell.
“Hiss~”
The instant Liu Mubai finished, the silver Void Blade had already sliced through space, slashing down mercilessly! Its radiant silver touched the blue cocoon surrounding Liu Mubai.
Boom!
The Void Blade struck the dark blue cocoon as if hitting a highly elastic balloon; the cocoon deformed under the blow, held out for a moment, then—amid a deafening explosion—burst apart like an overstretched balloon!
As the blue cocoon ruptured, the silver Void Blade, like a freed dragon, struck Liu Mubai’s body with fury.
“No!”
Liu Mubai’s eyes widened, staring at the blade that was about to pass through him. He screamed in agony, his voice sharp and filled with despair.

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