Hearing the system prompt, Lin Che didn't hesitate and mentally chanted, "Unlock!"
[Ding! Consumption of 100,000 Slaughter Points confirmed! Successfully unlocked 'Slaughter Gods Combined Skill — Ultimate Taunt of Verbal Artillery'!]
[Skill Description: Converges the residual resentment and killing intent of the Ten Great Slaughter Gods, combined with the host's own vast spiritual power and mental energy, to launch an ultimate verbal spirit strike targeting the flaws in the enemy's Dao Heart. Effect: Extremely high probability of inflicting negative statuses such as 'Dao Heart Collapse', 'Self-Doubt', and 'Social Death (Enhanced Version)' on the target. Duration depends on the target's mental fortitude.]
[Special Note: This skill requires a brief charge-up and consumes a tremendous amount of mental energy. Please ensure a safe environment before use.]
A surge of icy,狂暴, energy filled with endless resentment and killing intent instantly poured into Lin Che's sea of consciousness from the depths of the system, merging with his own spiritual power and the Slaughter God legacy. Deep within his eyes, it seemed as if a hundred thousand vengeful spirits were roaring, and an eternal, inextinguishable killing intent was burning.
In the outside world, Xuan Tiangang had just barely regained a shred of reason from the extreme absurdity and fury. Seeing Lin Che finally appear, standing motionless with a strange fluctuation of energy around him, Xuan Tiangang sneered viciously, "Little bastard, finally done hiding? Your life is mine!"
He once again condensed the sky-blotting giant palm. This time, its power was even greater than before, with faintly visible law runes swirling in its palm, sworn to smash Lin Che into pulp with a single strike!
However, just as the giant palm was about to descend, Lin Che suddenly looked up. His eyes shot out tangible grey-black light. He didn't draw his sword nor form hand seals. He simply opened his mouth and, using a composite soundwave that seemed to emanate from the deepest hell, blended with the screams of countless vengeful souls, slowly uttered three words aimed directly at Xuan Tiangang:
"You—Are—Worthy—?"
These three words were like three world-ending thunderclaps, yet also like three intangible heart-piercing swords. They ignored spatial distance and physical defense, directly blasting into the depths of Xuan Tiangang's sea of consciousness, viciously striking at his Dao Heart!
This wasn't ordinary sound; this was a verbal spirit attack! An assault on the level of rules!
The First Strike: "You!"
The soundwave transformed into countless fragments of images, madly flooding Xuan Tiangang's mind: sordid memories of his youth, when his mediocre talent led him to flatter and harm fellow disciples just to scrape together resources; the monstrous crimes he committed, slaughtering mortal towns to refine evil pills for a breakthrough; the ugly desires he harbored for female disciples of his sect behind a facade of righteousness... All the filth and shame he had deliberately forgotten and buried deep in his heart were now ruthlessly exposed, magnified, and put on loop!
The Second Strike: "Are!"
The soundwave shifted again. This time, it manifested the comparisons Xuan Tiangang feared and loathed the most in the deepest part of his heart: he saw how truly brilliant, heaven-defying prodigies with enlightened Dao Hearts advanced triumphantly, easily reaching realms he could hardly dream of after millennia of bitter cultivation; he saw the peerless elegance of his sect's founding patriarch, who roamed the world with his sword, upright and free, and then looked at his own current ugly state of scheming and bullying others based on seniority; he even "saw" a distant future where he was nailed to the Profound Sword Sect's pillar of shame, becoming a laughingstock mocked for eternity due to "social death"! An overwhelming sense of inferiority—"What right do I have to even be mentioned in the same breath as them?"—instantly entangled his Dao Heart like poisonous vines.
The Third Strike: "Worthy—?"
The final soundwave concentrated the ultimate contempt and disdain of the Ten Great Slaughter Gods for the "unworthy" into an intangible heavy hammer, smashing down viciously on the most fragile crack in Xuan Tiangang's Dao Heart! "Are you worthy of being called a Patriarch?" "Are you worthy of pursuing the Great Dao?" "Are you worthy of standing here as my enemy?"... Endless denial and scorn drowned him like a tidal wave.
"NO—!!! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!! I AM THE PATRIARCH OF THE PROFOUND SWORD SECT! I AM A PEAK REFINEMENT VOID EXPERT! I..."
Xuan Tiangang clutched his head and screamed. Black mist actually seeped from his seven orifices—a sign of Dao Heart collapse and demonic backlash! The sky-blotting giant palm he had condensed trembled violently mid-air before dissipating with a pooflike a bubble. The aura around him withered at a visible rate. His eyes became unfocused, filled with fear, as if he was witnessing the most terrifying thing in the world.
The Profound Sword Sect disciples behind him, already demoralized and disorganized by the earlier "opening film" and "honesty mist," now witnessed their invincible Patriarch being driven to Dao Heart collapse and madness by mere words from their enemy. Their last shred of will to fight completely evaporated.
"The Patriarch... the Patriarch has gone mad!"
"Run! There's something demonic about this Slaughter God Pavilion!!"
"Even the Patriarch can't withstand it, what chance do we have?!"
An army's defeat is like a landslide collapsing! Tens of thousands of Profound Sword Sect elites dropped their weapons and armor, crying for their parents as they scattered in panic like headless flies, no longer caring about sect missions or Patriarch's dignity.
On the Slaughter God Pavilion's side, everyone was stunned.
Shi Jin's mouth hung open as he muttered, "The Pavilion Master... his scolding... can be this... earth-shattering?"
Luo Jiayin's beautiful eyes sparkled with unusual light. Looking at Lin Che's back, she covered her mouth with a light laugh, "This guy always manages to create unexpected scenes."
Even Meng Qingcheng's cool face was full of shock. She could clearly feel the terrifying power of rules contained within those three words, something that completely transcended ordinary supernatural abilities.
Lin Che slowly exhaled a turbid breath, his face slightly pale. The mental energy consumption from that strike was indeed massive. But looking at the completely broken Xuan Tiangang and the fleeing Profound Sword Sect army, he couldn't help but smile.
"System, this 'Ultimate Taunt of Verbal Artillery' is exceptionally effective!"
[Ding! Host successfully used 'Ultimate Taunt of Verbal Artillery' on target 'Xuan Tiangang'. Target Status: Dao Heart Collapse (Severe), Inner Demon Devourment (Moderate), Cultivation Fallen to Early Refinement Void (Temporary), Social Death (Permanent). Quest 'Welcome to Hell' overfulfilled! Comprehensive Evaluation: SSS Grade! Distributing rewards...]
Before the system prompt finished, a sudden change occurred!
The utterly mad Xuan Tiangang erupted with an extremely evil, chaotic aura from within. His eyes instantly turned completely black, his voice hoarse and distorted:
"No... I can't lose... I am the strongest... Devour... Devour everything!!"
He was actually completely controlled by his inner demon, burning his origin source to perform some kind of forbidden art meant to take everyone down with him! A wave of destructive energy fluctuation spread out wildly from him as the center!
Lin Che's eyes turned sharp: "Incurably obstinate! Then I'll send you on your final journey!"
Just as he was about to act, the system prompt sounded again in his mind:
Detected ultra-high concentrations of despair, resentment, and destructive energy…The conditions for unlocking the special hidden legacy quest Eleventh Slaughter God — Symbol of Destruction and End, Lu Bu have been fulfilled!