"You damn stutterer, this sect master hasn't even used his full power yet. Don't you get cocky."
"Now, this sect master will let you see what real power looks like."
At last, the Soul Infant Sect Master could no longer tolerate Wang Qiang's humiliation. He erupted in profanity, spewing curses.
And as he opened his mouth, a torrent of dark energy surged from within his body, rocketing toward the heavens.
In an instant, the vast expanse of the void was engulfed by that pitch-black aura, and the shrill wailing of countless infants spread in every direction.
The Soul Infant Sect Master had unleashed the Soul Infant Demonic Art — a power capable of rivaling Divine Bestowal Power.
"Die!"
With his power augmented, the Soul Infant Sect Master launched his assault on Wang Qiang.
Haaah—!
But at that very moment, Wang Qiang let out a mighty shout. In the blink of an eye, four types of auras burst forth from his body.
At the same time, the void — previously blanketed in dark energy — manifested four grotesque and terrifying beasts.
Those beasts were horrifying beyond measure, radiating a bone-piercing cold. Though they were nothing more than phantom projections that hadn't even released a single roar, their sheer presence dwarfed the sky-spanning dark aura and drowned out the wailing of the infants, striking fear into every heart.
And just as Wang Qiang's Divine Bestowal Power blazed to life, the Soul Infant Sect Master's attack had already closed the distance.
Logically speaking, at such proximity, Wang Qiang should have had no time to dodge.
Yet Wang Qiang jerked his hand upward, and the kitchen knife in his grip shot before him at an inconceivable speed. A resonant clang rang out.
Wang Qiang's kitchen knife had not only blocked the Soul Infant Sect Master's attack — it had actually forced the sect master to stagger back, step after step.
"Wha—" The Soul Infant Sect Master stumbled several paces through the void before he managed to steady himself.
His face was blank with shock. That last strike should have landed without question — yet not only had it missed, he himself had been knocked back. He could hardly accept it.
"I say, grandson, weren't you going to show Grandpa your power? Well, go ahead and show me!" Wang Qiang taunted.
"Hmph." Humiliated into fury, the Soul Infant Sect Master snorted and charged at Wang Qiang once more.
But whether it was close-quarters combat or long-range martial techniques, Wang Qiang dismantled them all with ease. The sect master simply couldn't wound him.
Instead, he was repelled again and again.
The situation was beyond humiliating.
"Is it that strange thing?"
Gradually regaining his composure, the Soul Infant Sect Master noticed the four peculiar auras swirling around Wang Qiang's body.
He looked up and spotted the four majestic beast phantoms dominating the void.
At that moment, the Soul Infant Sect Master's brow furrowed deeply. He realized that the power Wang Qiang was unleashing at this very moment was actually more terrifying than his own Soul Infant Demonic Art.
"You've cultivated a forbidden demonic art?" the Soul Infant Sect Master demanded.
"D-d-demonic art? Grandpa's got Divine Bestowal Power, thank you very much," Wang Qiang shot back with a sneer.
"Who are you kidding — Divine Bestowal Power? Divine Bestowal Power doesn't carry this kind of aura," the Soul Infant Sect Master retorted.
He flatly refused to believe that the force Wang Qiang was releasing could be Divine Bestowal Power.
Because he himself had practiced a demonic art, he was absolutely certain that Wang Qiang had done the same.
In his eyes, the killing intent and malice radiating from Wang Qiang's power far surpassed anything he himself could produce.
"The fact that you've never felt this aura just m-m-means you're ignorant," Wang Qiang replied.
"Don't you get arrogant! Even if you've cultivated a forbidden demonic art, today I will rid the world of this menace!" The Soul Infant Sect Master flicked his wrist and discarded his Ancestral Weapon.
This move left both the abbot of the Buddha Light Heavenly Temple and the sect master of the Sword Immortal Gate visibly perplexed.
The Soul Infant Sect Master was already no match for Wang Qiang. Without his Ancestral Weapon, he would stand even less of a chance.
Swoosh—!
But just as doubt flickered through their minds, a golden dagger materialized in the Soul Infant Sect Master's hand.
"That aura — could it be… a half-finished Immortal Armament?"
The moment they laid eyes on the weapon now gripped by the Soul Infant Sect Master, everything clicked into place.
And the golden dagger in the Soul Infant Sect Master's hand was none other than that half-finished Immortal Armament — the Dragon Scale Dagger.
"So this is your final card, huh? The presence of a half-finished Immortal Armament really is something else — but I'm still going to kill you today."