Chapter 225: Shattering the Weak with Ease (Requesting Monthly Tickets

Humming—humming—humming————!!!

Amid the hum of air friction, a meteorite the size of a city plummeted at high speed, trailing a brilliant crimson line across the sky, accelerating faster and faster until its red glow seemed ready to ignite.

It is well known that mass equals power; the age of dinosaurs was wiped out by a catastrophic meteor strike, and though this meteorite was not as extreme, its power was by no means negligible.

One could imagine that without external interference, the next scene would be the meteor striking the ground, a mushroom cloud rising, and after the dust settled, only a bottomless crater remained within dozens of kilometers, with surrounding cities utterly destroyed by the blast wave.

Instantly, cities across this desert region were plunged into panic, people screaming and running aimlessly, or kneeling on the ground praying for divine salvation.

As they gazed at the massive meteorite drawing ever closer above them, the members of the Zhongzhou team wore grim expressions.

In fact, given their physical conditioning and bloodline recovery, even absorbing the full impact of this meteorite would not be difficult—maximum injury, but death was far from easy.

But the problem was, this meteorite was clearly created by another Reincarnation team, its purpose to weaken the Zhongzhou team's strength; if they blocked it, an even more ferocious assault would surely follow—that was the true danger.

"All of you, gather close. I'll teleport you away."

At that moment, Zhan Lan suddenly spoke, her eyes gleaming with the distinctive radiance of spiritual power, having already locked onto a safe location and preparing to use Night Demon's Instant Transmission ability.

"No need for all that trouble!"

Yet the next second, a familiar voice sounded beside their ears.

Immediately, a violent surge of qi erupted, forming an invisible hurricane that forced Zhan Lan and the surrounding Zhongzhou team members to shield their faces and look upward simultaneously.

Sure enough, they soon saw Wu Xian's figure rapidly shrink into a black dot as he shot skyward, colliding directly with the meteorite.

Boom—boom—boom———

A blinding white light erupted instantly; at the same moment, the colossal meteorite shattered within the radiance, its fragments reduced to dust before they could even fall, obliterated by the expanding shockwave.

The heavens and earth fell abruptly silent; not only the Zhongzhou team, but the panicked civilians in nearby cities stared in stunned disbelief, as if they had not yet realized the crisis had been erased.

But… was that really all?

"Oh? Destroyed Ten Obstacles Shaking the Stars with raw power alone? Looks like another tough one."

One hundred kilometers away, Uchiha Madara's rippling pupils reflected the shattered "meteor," and he slightly narrowed his eyes.

"The Zhongzhou team is this strong…?"

Nearby, Zhao Hao's expression was grim: "Having a level-four spiritual controller is one thing, but their main fighter seems even stronger than the captain of the Demon Team—yet I wonder if they have other level-four fighters. If they do, this team battle…"

"Hah! Don't be afraid, kid. Don't forget several guys in the group didn't even come this time. Even if the other side has more so-called level-fours, we're not without a chance. And if all else fails, isn't there still the Group Master?"

A tall, burly old man with two white mustaches chuckled reassuringly.

Zhao Hao smiled bitterly in response; as time passed, his strength had continuously grown, and in terms of bloodline potential, he was no weaker than many in the group.

But even so, he was still vastly distant from the near-omniscient, omnipotent Group Master he had fabricated—and this meant the "Group Master" could not act freely, only bluffing members with skill cards and plot foresight.

At least until he exchanged for an S-rank bloodline and reached the fourth level of the Gene Lock, Zhao Hao had no intention of exposing this secret; otherwise, he was certain he'd be beaten to death by the group members with 98% probability.

As he thought this, Zhao Hao was about to make an excuse to deflect questions about the "Group Master," when suddenly, a refined man beside him, dressed in a white haori and wearing glasses, spoke: "Here it comes."

What?!

Zhao Hao blinked in surprise, but quickly understood the man's meaning.

The roar of tearing atmosphere, accompanied by violent tremors, "struck" before them at a speed beyond visual reaction.

As if caught in a Category 10 typhoon, before the force even reached them, the violent air pressure mercilessly crushed every inch of surrounding space; the buildings beneath their feet tilted violently backward, and all unfixed objects—including window glass—were instantly ripped away.

Under this violent pressure, the teleporter Yagami Shizuka had already dragged the stunned Zhao Hao into the Gap Dimension, while Uchiha Madara and Aizen used their own methods to withstand the indescribable terror.

Only one person remained standing in place the entire time.

"Hah—aaaaaaaaa————!!!"

He reversed his hands and swung downward with all his might the sword named "Sōunqie."

Crack!! Splash—splash—splash————!!

A sound like shattering glass rang out; from the blade of "Sōunqie," jagged fissures tore open as if ripping through space itself, spreading instantly over dozens of meters, splitting the violent air pressure cleanly in two, parting the smoke to either side.

Seeing this, Zhao Hao, hidden within the Gap, exhaled deeply in relief, believing the white-bearded man had blocked the terrifying assault.

But the next second, his pupils contracted sharply.

"!!!"

The white-bearded man stared forward in shock; within the massive fissure he had carved, no creature or severed limbs could be seen—then where had the attacker gone?

The fist resting against his cheek answered his question.

"Boom——————————!!!"

Brutal force instantly evacuated the surrounding air, forming a vacuum tunnel over ten meters in diameter.

The white-bearded man's figure vanished; only the mushroom cloud rising over a kilometer away provided the answer.

As Wu Xian retracted his fist, he did not turn around—yet suddenly his vision blurred, and a sensation of surrounding space being pulled gripped his mind.

Almost simultaneously, a peculiar blood-red dagger, shrieking with tearing sound, stabbed toward his chest.

He slightly furrowed his brow; instinct told him this dagger could pierce his steel body. In an instant, he activated the Divine Art 【Concentrate Form into Qi】 and evaded the strike.

The two figures briefly crossed paths; the dagger passed through Wu Xian's body and struck empty air.

The next second, countless smooth, razor-sharp cuts suddenly appeared all around, causing the already crumbling rooftop to instantly shatter into pieces.

The two figures standing atop it vanished from the spot the moment the ground shattered, each ascending into the sky in defiance of gravity.

Only then did Wu Xian clearly see the attacker's appearance.

(End of Chapter)