Chapter 86: Slaying a Supreme Saint!

"A Supreme Saint! How can you possibly be a Supreme Saint?!"

The white-haired youth screamed in shock, his heart filled with fear and disbelief. The abrupt shift, the vast difference in power, had him utterly frantic.

Just a moment ago, Qin Chuan was nothing but an ant in his eyes.

Now, suddenly, this "ant" had transformed into a primordial beast!

Not only had Qin Chuan leaped into the ranks of a Supreme Saint at the Second Stage, but his strength was even more overwhelming.

Even within the same realm, differences existed. Among Supreme Saints, this gap was most apparent through their Dao Palace!

The larger the Dao Palace, the deeper the foundation.

And Qin Chuan's Dao Palace was several times larger than the white-haired youth's—a gap so wide, it was almost enough to drive a person to despair.

"Is the Supreme Saint realm really that impressive?"

Qin Chuan's body floated effortlessly into the air, his entire being radiating divine light. His tone was casual, as if he was discussing something trivial.

Whoosh!

At these words, everyone was left in shock—Supreme Saint not impressive?!

What kind of person could make such a bold statement?

If a weakling had said this, everyone would have sneered. But coming from someone they now looked up to, it made them question everything.

They had no way of knowing how strong he truly was, and with that uncertainty, they couldn't dismiss his words as mere arrogance.

Unable to doubt, they could only accept it as truth, leaving their hearts shaken.

"Hmph! Such arrogant talk! You're just at the Second Stage of the Supreme Saint realm. Do you think you can look down on the entire Supreme Saint realm?"

"And above the nine levels of the Supreme Saint realm, there are Heavenly Saints. Compared to those beings, what do you amount to?"

The white-haired youth seethed, his voice filled with anger and frustration.

His pride had been utterly crushed, his most prized strength reduced to nothing. He couldn't accept this.

"Haha, when did I become a Supreme Saint? I'm just a 'lowly' ant at the Tongtian Realm, didn't you almost crush me earlier?"

Qin Chuan laughed mockingly.

The implication was clear—"Did you really think you could see through me? I've been playing with you!"

"You!!"

The white-haired youth's face darkened, his teeth clenched in fury, but he had no way to refute. All he could do was glare at Qin Chuan with hatred.

"You wouldn't understand, and I have no desire to explain it to you. After all, summer insects cannot discuss ice."

Qin Chuan's voice was calm.

"Arrogant! Do you really think you have me cornered? Battle isn't just about brute strength. Even if your Dao Palace is stronger, when it comes to the fight, we'll see who truly prevails!"

The white-haired youth roared defiantly, like a wounded beast struggling to hold onto its pride.

"Oh? Really?"

Qin Chuan smiled playfully, then extended a single hand. "You can try. I'll only use one hand."

"Fine!!!"

The white-haired youth didn't waste any words. Since Qin Chuan was so arrogant, he had no reason to hold back!

He wasn't foolish enough to rely on his opponent's promise of using only one hand. When it came to a life-and-death battle, such agreements were meaningless.

What he needed was to act decisively, to take advantage of any slight underestimation and deliver a fatal blow.

"Buzz!"

He raised his right hand high, and behind him, his Dao Palace shrank intensely, like a heart pumping immense power.

"Sun and Moon Cycle!"

He roared, his right hand glowing fiercely. In an instant, a sun and moon appeared in the sky around him—one fiery red, the other icy blue, representing the extreme forces of heat and cold.

These celestial bodies orbited him, growing larger and larger like rolling boulders gathering momentum.

"Boom! Boom!"

As the sun and moon rotated, the heavens groaned as if they couldn't withstand the pressure.

"Go!!"

The white-haired youth shouted, and with a forceful wave, the sun and moon surged down with terrifying momentum.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

As the celestial bodies hurtled forward, the extreme temperature shifts caused a series of violent explosions, trailing behind them like a flaming dragon.

"Such terrifying power!"

"Incredible!"

"Is this the power of a Supreme Saint? Just one attack could level the entire capital!"

"He must block it!"

The people of the Jiuyang Kingdom held their breath, filled with dread.

"Child's play."

Qin Chuan raised his right hand casually and, without any elaborate technique, threw a single punch.

Whoosh!

An invisible column of energy pierced the sky, crashing directly into the spiraling sun and moon. They shattered on impact.

But the punch didn't stop there. The force blew through the layers of clouds, as though it might even tear the heavens apart!

"Run!"

The white-haired youth made a split-second decision to flee.

But Qin Chuan took one step, crossing the vast distance in an instant, appearing directly in front of him.

"You!"

The white-haired youth's eyes widened in terror as Qin Chuan grabbed his throat.

"I said, just one hand." Qin Chuan lifted him effortlessly with a single hand.

"Uncle!!!"

The Vermilion Bird Crown Prince and Princess screamed, their faces pale as they collapsed to the ground.

It was over. Completely over.

Their father was dead.

Now, even their uncle had been defeated.

There was no way they would leave Jiuyang Kingdom alive.

But in that moment, a fierce gleam flashed in the white-haired youth's eyes. "Die!!!"

Buzz!

A sinister black light shot from his forehead, aiming straight for Qin Chuan's brow.

It was too fast, and at such close range, even Qin Chuan couldn't avoid it.

Pfft!

Qin Chuan's body stiffened.

Seizing the opportunity, the white-haired youth kicked Qin Chuan in the chest, breaking free.

He fled several kilometers in an instant, looking back at Qin Chuan who was bent over and coughing up blood, and laughed coldly. "You didn't expect this, did you? This was my killing blow all along! Grabbing people by the throat is a bad habit."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

This was a risky move. Any mistake could have resulted in his death. But thankfully, he had succeeded.

Just as he thought victory was in his grasp, a calm, indifferent voice echoed out.

"That habit's not bad, actually. It just needed a finishing touch to be perfect."

The white-haired youth's pupils shrank in terror.

He looked ahead to see Qin Chuan slowly lifting his head, golden light shining from his brow. In his right hand, Qin Chuan grasped the black spike that had been embedded in his forehead, pulling it out inch by inch.

As it was removed, blood trickled down from his brow.

"Impossible!!"

The white-haired youth was petrified, but before he could react, Qin Chuan disappeared from his sight.

Whoosh!

His heart clenched in terror, and before he could evade, a powerful hand gripped his throat once more.

At the same time, he saw Qin Chuan holding the black spike like a dagger, and without hesitation, Qin Chuan plunged it into the youth's forehead!

Pfft!!

Blood splattered. The white-haired youth's body froze, his pupils contracting before dilating in disbelief.

Qin Chuan, gripping the spike lodged in the youth's skull, said calmly, "Now it's perfect."