Chapter 442: Ning Wushuang Strikes

However, at this hair‑trigger moment—

"Sir, you are being far too overbearing."

A voice that was calm yet carried undeniable authority suddenly rang out.

The moment the voice sounded, Gui Qianmo's impending death finger, whose tip had gathered a grayish death aura, inexplicably, without warning, melted a small portion silently, as if ice and snow were struck by a scorching sun!

Although it was only a trivial amount, it caused the lethal finger's power to become extremely subtly stalled!

Gui Qianmo's pupils narrowed slightly, and he abruptly turned his head to look toward the source of the voice.

At the edge of the summit, the descendant of the Taigu Ning Clan, Ning Wushuang, who had been standing silently watching the battle with an ethereal demeanor, had at some point slowly stepped forward.

He still wore simple hemp robes, his face ordinary, but within those Destruction Divine Eyes, as deep as the cosmos, an indescribably brilliant divine light was now swirling and gathering!

There was no buildup, nor any earth‑shaking surge of power.

Ning Wushuang simply stood there quietly, then lifted his gaze and looked at Gui Qianmo.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two terrifying beams, refined to the utmost, as if capable of piercing Eternal Time and Space and shattering the laws of the Zhutian, suddenly erupted from his Destruction Divine Eyes!

The beams were not merely pure destructive energy; within them seemed to be billions of tiny worlds being born and dying, ancient deities chanting sutras, civilized flames burning, all ultimately returning to the purest, most Primordial intent of destruction!

Destruction divine light!

These two beams moved faster than thought, arriving before they were launched; at the instant just before Gui Qianmo's death finger could touch Jian Wushuang's forehead skin, they struck that grayish finger with pinpoint precision!

Snort—!!!

There was no earth‑shaking explosion, only a sound like something incredibly solid yet filthy being thrown into a Purification furnace and melting away!

The dense death aura gathered at Gui Qianmo's fingertip, under the illumination of the Destruction divine light, rapidly faded and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The deathly chill that could pierce a soul was also completely cleansed by the brilliant righteous qi of destruction contained within the divine light!

Gui Qianmo let out a low hum, his finger snapping back; a sting and burning sensation radiated from the tip. He looked down and saw a faint charred mark on the skin of his fingertip. Though it was instantly repaired by the surging grayish death aura, the feeling of being restrained and directly repelled stirred a tempest in his heart!

He jerked his head up, staring intently at Ning Wushuang; those eyes hidden beneath the shadow of his black robe now erupted with unprecedented cruelty, murderous intent, and a hint of disbelief!

"You… dare ruin my plans?!"

Gui Qianmo's voice was like a cold wind from the Nine Nether, bone‑chilling, laden with boundless fury.

He hadn't expected that a bystander from the Xuanhuang World, who had only ever watched from the sidelines, would suddenly act at this moment, and that his strike would display such bizarre and formidable power, actually crushing the death aura of his death finger head‑on!

Ning Wushuang ignored Gui Qianmo's predatory gaze, turned his eyes to Jian Wushuang, who was struggling to sit up, his face still bearing a mixture of lingering shock and gratitude, and said in a calm tone: "Sword companion, your injuries are severe; step back for now to rest and recover. This demon of the Other Shore employs bizarre and insidious methods that specifically counter vital sword intent; let me, Ning, deal with him."

Jian Wushuang, hearing this, forced through excruciating pain, clasped his fist in salute to Ning Wushuang, his voice weak yet sincere: "M‑much thanks, fellow cultivator, for your aid! This Lycanthrope Ghost Domain is bizarre, devouring the spiritual sword intent; you must be careful!"

He knew he was now at the end of his strength, and staying would only be a burden, so he ceased forcing himself, staggered to a relatively safe corner, immediately sat cross‑legged, swallowed a pill, and poured all his cultivation into healing.

Gui Qianmo, after hearing Ning Wushuang's calmly indifferent words, felt his raging fury finally reach its peak!

Gui Qianmo, a terrifying figure of infamous reputation even in the Other Shore World, had never before been taken over so casually by anyone!

Moreover, the opponent even exposed some of the traits of his ghost domain, inflaming his murderous intent even further!

"Good… very good!" Gui Qianmo slowly straightened his body, gray death aura surging around him like a tide, denser and more viscous than before, with faint wails of myriad wronged souls and fierce ghosts drifting within, making him appear like a death god returned from hell.

He stared intently at Ning Wushuang, word by word, his voice like a bone‑scraping steel blade:

"I will wrench your head off… and craft it into the most exquisite Soul Lamp in my ghost domain… so you will endure the torment of soul‑refining for eternity!"

As the final word fell, Gui Qianmo's figure suddenly blurred, turning into a silent gray specter, bearing a torrent of death aura and Grievance, like a soul‑snatching phantom, charging ferociously toward Ning Wushuang.

Where it passed, even the light seemed devoured by that dense death aura, leaving behind a chilling gray trail!

Ning Wushuang's expression remained calm; faced with this overwhelming onslaught, he simply lifted his right hand lightly, his five fingers slightly spread, and with a vague gesture toward the incoming gray specter,

"Destruction."

A simple word, yet it seemed to contain an unparalleled Great Power that obeyed the speaker's will.

The space before him collapsed silently, vanishing into pure void!