I Can Extract Divine Power-Chapter 96 - 87: One All-Out Strike: Terrifying Might

Chapter 96: Chapter 87: One All-Out Strike: Terrifying Might

Longsword in hand, Shen Bai said, "A bit stronger than that last aberration, I’ll give you that. I hear you wanted to cut off Zhou Qing’s limbs?"

Zhou Qing was still struggling, but Shen Bai raised a hand to stop him.

Watching the unconcerned Shen Bai, a strange feeling suddenly came over Chief Zheng.

’Could it be... that Shen Bai is certain he can win?’

It wasn’t that he thought Shen Bai was incapable. In fact, ever since he’d known Shen Bai, Chief Zheng had always felt he was very strong.

In the great tomb, Shen Bai had slain a Five Organ Realm aberration. But now, the Dark Venerable Envoy’s power was clearly beyond that of the creature.

Chief Zheng felt that Shen Bai had always defied common sense, but this gap in power was simply too vast.

But for some reason, Chief Zheng just felt that Shen Bai could do it.

This blind faith had been built up over the course of many incidents.

’Has Shen Bai ever lost? No, never.’

A glimmer of hope appeared in Chief Zheng’s eyes.

The other constables felt the same way. Shen Bai was their only hope.

"Shopkeeper Shen, your actions today are a great service to us all! If you should fall in battle, we will not live on in shame!"

Chief Zheng finally got to his feet. "Everyone, draw your blades! We fight alongside Shopkeeper Shen."

The other constables rose to their feet, gripping the long blades in their hands.

Shen Bai raised an eyebrow. "Not so fast."

Shen Bai’s single sentence shattered the solemn atmosphere.

Chief Zheng and the others stood frozen in place, blades in hand, like puppets.

Shen Bai looked at the Dark Venerable Envoy. "You talk too much. Are we going to fight?"

This was the first time the Dark Venerable Envoy had ever encountered such a situation. The mocking glee she’d felt at the beginning had now completely dissipated.

It had to be said, when it came to killing the mood, Shen Bai was a master.

"You’re courting death!"

Shadows coalesced in the Dark Venerable Envoy’s hand, lashing out at Shen Bai like a venomous snake.

"She can manipulate shadows, be careful!"

Qin Shuang cried out a warning as a torrent of fine needles, as numerous as hairs on an ox, shot from her hand and surged toward the shadows.

Simultaneously, her fan abruptly expanded, and a fierce gale sprang up from the level ground.

"You are not worthy."

The Dark Venerable Envoy gave a faint wave of her hand.

The shadows surged forward, the gale reversed its course, and all the fine needles CLATTERED to the ground.

Qin Shuang was a practitioner of the Artifact Dao. As her needles were swept aside, she suffered a backlash, and her face turned as pale as a sheet of paper.

Just then, a hand rested on Qin Shuang’s shoulder.

"I appreciate you making the first move, but it wasn’t necessary."

A blood-red flash of the sword, like a waning moon, annihilated the darkness.

Engulfed by the sword’s light, the shadow vanished without a trace.

"Not bad. Your power is indeed great, but it’s still not enough."

A flicker of surprise showed in the Dark Venerable Envoy’s eyes before she regained her composure. "I am the Dark Venerable Envoy. The night is my domain."

"In the dark of night, wherever shadows fall, I am the queen."

"Unfortunately for you, you chose to fight me at night."

The moment she finished speaking, the surrounding shadows began to rapidly coalesce, deepening from black to the color of pure ink.

The Dark Venerable Envoy’s aura surged, growing rapidly like a powerful updraft.

In a single instant, the already terrifying Dark Venerable Envoy became even more horrifying.

A crushing pressure, like a mountain, bore down on the crowd, making it hard for them to breathe. Their breaths grew heavy and labored.

Shen Bai narrowed his eyes. "The night, is it?"

Shen Bai raised his longsword.

The blood-red glow of the sword was terrifying, like a promise of spilt blood that sent a chill down the spine.

Shen Bai began to slowly recite a series of ethereal and sacred characters that seemed like Immortal Text from the heavens.

Dark shadows coiled around Shen Bai’s longsword.

Not only that, but Shen Bai also clenched his left fist. A golden Fist Gang gathered, held in check but ready to be unleashed, similarly imbued with the characters of the Mystic Heart Spell and the Shadow-Dispelling effect of Shadow Walk.

The sacred and the terrifying intertwined, as bizarre as a Nightmare, yet existing in perfect harmony.

This was a strike with Shen Bai’s full power.

He was like a man long without a worthy opponent, eager to test his strength against the Dark Venerable Envoy.

"Come."

Facing a worthy opponent for the first time in a long while, Shen Bai’s heart blazed with excitement.

The battle erupted in an instant.

The Dark Venerable Envoy’s shadows surged, blotting out the sky like a great black curtain enveloping Heaven and Earth, and a cacophony of shrieks emanated from within.

Everyone present felt an oppressive weight, and their gazes toward Shen Bai were filled with worry.

Qin Shuang’s face was deathly pale as she thought, ’Can he really do it?’

She didn’t know, but there was no longer any path of retreat.

At this moment, Shen Bai’s fate was bound to that of all of Shengyun County.

The townspeople who had not yet evacuated looked at the familiar face of Shopkeeper Shen, yet he now felt like a complete stranger.

Shen Bai tilted his head back, watching the encroaching shadows as the corners of his mouth lifted into a slight smile.

One strike.

Just a single strike.

After this single strike, a strange silence descended upon the surroundings, so absolute you could hear a pin drop.

All that remained was the overwhelming expanse of shadow, and beneath it, the minuscule figure of Shen Bai.

A strange thought suddenly occurred to everyone.

Even though Shen Bai seemed as small as an ant against the backdrop of shadow, the sight of his figure, longsword in hand, gave them an inexplicable sense of security.

’He will win.’

They almost suspected their own senses were failing them, but it was a feeling of blind confidence.

Shen Bai would absolutely win.

The sword’s light blazed like a blood moon, a resplendent, righteous aura fused with the sinister power of Shadow-Dispelling and the ethereal nature of the Mystic Heart Spell.

This one strike lit up the night, a brilliant flash streaking across the sky.

The shadows around the Dark Venerable Envoy’s body suddenly froze. Then, she lowered her head and looked down at her chest.

There, on her chest, was a tiny wound, from which bright red blood was welling up.

Lodged within the wound was a sliver of Sword Qi.

The surrounding shadows, like dust scattered by water, vanished completely in an instant.