Within the Blood-sweat Ridge, the fear brought by death and the wails of lost souls are gradually fading.

The terrifying human face tries to heal, but the sky traced by Julius Reed’s finger seems to possess a special presence.

As soon as the black smoke touches it, it automatically disappears without a trace.

"Who the hell are you! What kind of trick is this! Why can’t I sense the fluctuation of spiritual power! How did you do it!"

The voice formed by the gigantic black smoke in the mortal world is no longer dull but shrill.

For the first time, it reveals fear.

This isn’t the confusion of the human face, but rather the confusion of all the martial artists present.

The black mist is a fusion of spiritual power and lost souls, forming an immensely powerful force.

Such a terrifying power, it’s not easy to break through it, is it?

Yet with just one finger, Julius Reed broke through two skies!

This is not something a human can accomplish.

Trent Marsh, hailed as the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s first War God, has followed Silvio Reed for a long time and has never seen someone so formidable.

Even Silvio Reed would find it extremely strenuous to dispel the souls in the air!

And he would definitely need external assistance.

Such a massive spiritual power, relying on just one person’s strength is impossible!

Could it be...

Trent Marsh looked at Julius Reed with a gaze carrying a hint of terror.

While the other martial artists were already dumbfounded.

"I’ve heard the reputation of Julius Reed being the greatest under heaven, but I, Zack, was unconvinced and even wanted to kill him to achieve my fame."

Zack whistles, and a golden dragon descends vertically along the sky broken by Julius Reed, spiraling down beside him.

"Seeing him today, I realize the clown is actually me."

He places the dragon dance on the dragon’s back, pulls up the Black Dragon, and laughs self-mockingly, "No wonder he’s the man closest to a god, we’re not his opponents."

"This finger showed absolutely no fluctuation in spiritual power. To me, it’s simply impossible." Black Dragon felt the same, his face full of despondency.

Their ambitions are grand, all wanting to kill Julius Reed to vindicate themselves.

Yet...

These people realized that they still didn’t understand their opponent.

Didn’t understand the man hailed as the closest to God.

"We don’t even know how he did it, yet talk about defeating the opponent? A soul-capturing technique is enough to instill fear in us, and now this finger tore apart the evil spirits, and another finger tore open the sky of Blood-sweat Ridge."

Zack, though disappointed and frustrated, felt a trace of luck.

"It’s truly wonderful to be alive."

He conveyed his thoughts, and the golden dragon soared into the sky.

Breaking through the clouds, gradually disappearing.

"Indeed, being alive is so damn good!"

Black Dragon raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, punched his thigh, and tears welled up in his eyes, "Damn it..."

The two embraced each other, overcome with pain.

The greatest pain in life is having no self-awareness.

Especially for martial artists.

They thought the gap was small, but didn’t realize this point could be a chasm that they couldn’t cross even in ten lifetimes.

"How did he do it! I want to know!" Black Dragon looked at the distant black mist, shaking his head continuously.

"Forget it, he still has feelings for the Empress. The method just now could have killed us all, but he didn’t do it."

The two sighed, rode the dragon, and disappeared.

On the ground.

The shadow still struggles for its last breath!

"What is this power! I can’t sense any spiritual power..."

"Your spiritual power is so thin, it can’t possibly defeat me, I can feel it, you’re not that strong!"

The human face attempts to heal, but it seems to have been shattered by something.

The black smoke that was once gathered begins to slowly disperse.

This means, spiritual power is fading away...

After a while, it’ll disappear like smoke, blown away...

"Do you understand telekinesis!"

Julius Reed’s eyes show contempt, and his words are full of confidence.

He is the one who controls the souls of the Nine Provinces!

Dealing with lost souls is naturally what he’s best at.

Telekinesis can destroy the cohesion of this black mist and vanquish the lost souls within!

This is the core!

Those spiritual powers are just the cherry on top, eliminating the lost souls is like removing the firewood from under the cauldron!

"I... am unwilling!"

The lost souls quickly disperse, turning into wisps of black smoke, disappearing.

"Where did it go?"

This time, it was Julius Reed’s turn to be curious.

He suddenly realized that Julius Reed seemed not as useless as he thought, still had a bit of real ability.

"Back in the banner, maybe?" Julius Reed looked at the sky, feeling somewhat like a hero in his twilight years.

"Sigh, if it was back then, I’d have already destroyed him completely. But now, he still managed to escape."

This banner, he is very familiar with.

Can’t remember.

But has an impression.

"Since the crisis is over, let’s not worry about these things for now."

Julius Reed turned around and looked at those martial artists.

"Not bad, these guys actually dared to make a move against me." Julius Reed slowly extended his hand but was stopped by Julius Reed, "Telekinesis also has its weak moments, you should take it easy."

"Indeed." Julius Reed nodded.

Telekinesis is like one’s mental energy, overuse of the mind for a long time can lead to fatigue.

Telekinesis is the same.

He indeed needs to take a break.

"Looks like I guessed it right."

A robed priest walked out from the Dragon family’s people.

Seeing him step forward, those from the Dragon family quickly retreated.

"No power comes without a source. Power needs a root."

The priest walked leisurely, eyes on Julius Reed, and said, "Just like you, your power is strong, but ultimately there is a time of exhaustion. Continuously killing from afar, seizing souls, and now breaking lost souls with a single finger, if I am not mistaken, your abilities have already exhausted."

"An odd person." Julius Reed examined this Westerner, without much impression. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

But he knew this guy came not with good intentions.

Anyone daring to provoke after showing such strong power must have schemes, courage, and capability!

"Let me introduce myself." The priest said with a slight smile, very gentlemanly and polite, "My name is Zach, I am a priest."

"Father Zach?" Julius Reed chuckled, "The martial arts world of the West has long been destroyed. If I remember correctly, during those years of East-West conflicts, you did quite a few disgraceful things."

"Of course, conflicts are inevitably disgraceful. But weren’t you all wiped out then?"

Martial arts inevitably have factional disputes.

During the time when Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance swept through everything, the top tier Western martial artists were already exterminated.

Indeed, the Eastern martial arts paid an extremely heavy price.

Silvio Reed referred to those inexplicable powers as divine.

While the West believed this power came from God.

Whether it’s God or divine powers, both are the strongest figures in their hearts.

Different beliefs naturally lead to conflict.

Silvio Reed won.

But to preserve culture, ordinary martial artists indeed still have the Church to speak of.

But top-tier martial artists no longer exist.

Because those highest scriptures have been lost.

Now, a deeply unfathomable Western priest stands out, indicating he has been hidden for a long time.

Unable to hide anymore.