I let the corpse of Sect Master Bai Zhengming slip from my fingers, watching his broken body tumble through the air before it hit the shattered stone with a wet thud.
The bastard had lasted longer than I'd expected, but not by much.
"Pathetic," I muttered, surveying the carnage spread out below me.
The fight had been suspicious from the start.
Those Nascent Soul elders hadn't been trying to win—they'd been positioning themselves in a specific pattern, their movements too coordinated, too deliberate.
When I'd caught the first hints of formation energy building between them, I'd made a decision that went against every tactical instinct I'd developed.
Instead of precision strikes to disable the formation, I'd gone full fucking nuclear.
My Great Vehicle cultivation had erupted outward like a cosmic bomb, raw power radiating in all directions without restraint or efficiency.
I'd been wasteful, excessive, using ten times more qi than necessary—but it had worked.
