Chapter 394: Three Peerless Demonic Talents

The first to step forward was a man in white.

He wore a snow‑white robe, immaculate, its sleeves drifting gently in the Creation currents, like clouds hanging from Above the Nine Heavens.

His face was veiled by a hazy celestial light, indistinct, and only a pair of Dark Eyes, cold as a moon‑lit icy pool, shone; as his gaze shifted, ten thousand Tiandao seemed to rise and fall in endless play.

He stood with his hands behind his back, ethereal and aloof, like a white‑clad celestial king walking among mortals, untouched by any worldly dust.

Immediately behind him came a figure as massive as an Ancient Divine Mountain!

The person stood a full six chi tall, his Skin a bronze hue, muscles knotted like a coiled Dragon and crouching tiger, each inch of his flesh radiating explosive power.

He was clad in a simple beast hide, barefoot on the ground; when his foot struck, even the secret realm's earth, blessed by the Great Power of Creation, trembled slightly.

What drew the most attention was his head.

Atop his head sprouted a pair of curved bronze divine horns, etched densely with primitive runes, exuding a vast, ancient, wild aura.

He stood there like an ancient god stepped out of mythic ages, and with each breath the surrounding Void resonated.

The last to appear was a tall man wielding a long blade.

He was upright and slender, slightly shorter than the god‑like giant, yet more compact and well‑proportioned.

He wore a sleek jet‑black armor, its fabric faintly traced with dark‑gold Dragon Pattern.

His face was resolute, chiseled as if by knife and axe, eyebrows slanting into his temples, a pair of Dark Eyes deep as a bottomless cold abyss; wherever his gaze fell, the Void seemed sliced by an invisible blade intent.

The long blade he held was simple in design, its blade about four feet long, entirely black as ink, save for a thin line of eerie pale white cold light flowing along the edge.

Even before sheathing, merely gripped in his hand, the terrifying blade intent that could cleave the universe and split Chaos surged skyward, silently cutting a Liewen through the swirling Creation aurora above.

The moment the three figures descended, the atmosphere within the secret realm changed abruptly!

The stalemate that had belonged only to Ye Wuque and Xuan Yi was completely shattered.

Each of the three newcomers radiated an aura as boundless as the ocean, unfathomable, and none were beneath Xuan Yi!

The white‑clad celestial‑king‑like man's cold gaze swept over Ye Wuque and Xuan Yi, finally fixing on the chaotic light sphere, a flash of intense fluctuation passing through his eyes.

The god‑like giant grinned, showing a set of white teeth, his laugh rolling like a muffled thunder: "Excellent! What a Creation Saint Method Origin! It was worth my crossing seventeen Star Domains to get here!"

Yet whether the ethereal white‑clad man or the wild bronze giant, when their gazes passed over the blade‑wielding man, a hint of unmistakable… apprehension flickered in the depths of their pupils!

But the blade‑wielding man seemed completely oblivious to those two gazes.

He hadn't even glanced at the white‑clad man or the bronze giant; those abyss‑deep Dark Eyes, since his appearance, had fixed on Ye Wuque and Xuan Yi, more precisely, on Ye Wuque himself.

His gaze lingered a moment on Ye Wuque's sleek black robe, meeting Ye Wuque's eyes, calm as an ancient well.

The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly upward.

At that moment, the bronze giant lunged forward a step, and the earth roared with a tremor.

His eyes rang like bronze bells, fixed on the blade‑wielding man, his voice booming like a great bell: "Geshu Wenyue! You truly have come here! Today! I, Shen Kuangbiao, will grant you defeat! To avenge the broken horn three years ago!"

Before his words finished, the bronze divine horns atop his head suddenly burst with dazzling light, the primitive runes came alive, turning into strands of bronze chain shadows that coiled around him.

His entire aura surged wildly, bronze Skin sprouting dense divine markings, a ferocious, violent, pure‑to‑the‑extreme flesh‑god power erupted, pushing the surrounding Creation mist outward beyond Hundred Zhang!

Simultaneously, the white‑clad snow‑like man floated forward a step.

His surrounding hazy celestial light dimmed slightly, revealing his true visage—a face so handsome it bordered on perfection, yet cold enough to lack any trace of human feeling.

He looked at Geshu Wenyue, his voice light as wind yet unmistakably resolute: "The Creation Saint Method Origin contains the supreme way of Creation, truly in accord with my Dao. Geshu Wenyue, this item… even I, Xu Linchen, will not hand over willingly."

The two great warriors, one on each side, subtly locked their qi onto Geshu Wenyue.

The air in the secret realm seemed to solidify, the terrifying pressure causing Xuan Yi, watching from afar, to subtly change expression and instinctively grip his Yin‑Yang Sword tighter.

Yet facing Shen Kuangbiao's ferocious battle intent and Xu Linchen's cold killing aura, Geshu Wenyue did not even raise an eyelid.

He continued to stare toward Ye Wuque, as if the threats of those two great warriors were merely a gentle breeze.

It was not until Shen Kuangbiao's fury nearly turned into tangible flame and Xu Linchen's celestial light began to surge violently that Geshu Wenyue finally moved.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze truly landing on Shen Kuangbiao and Xu Linchen for the first time.

That look was calm and unruffled.

Yet it caused Shen Kuangbiao's muscles to tense instantly, and Xu Linchen's surrounding celestial light to flicker with a momentary disorder.

"Shen Kuangbiao, Xu Linchen." Geshu Wenyue spoke, his voice low yet bearing a strange penetrating force, each word striking everyone's hearts with crystal clarity, "Who gave you the courage… to dare challenge me?"