Shen Wushen calmly looked at the dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators. A dense battle intent surged in his eyes. He was a martial fanatic, pursuing the ultimate Dao. He traveled across realms seeking defeat. Only through battle could he transcend himself, forge his foundation, temper the strongest divine abilities.

In the upper world, defeat came too easily. Meanwhile, if he was defeated in a resource-scarce lower world, he could gain far more from his opponent. Above all, he sought to carve his own path and condense a unique Origin Divine Technique.

Shen Wushen said, "I have come from the far end of the world. With sincerity and anticipation, I seek only one battle."

His battle-hungry nature was fully revealed, briefly stunning the True Lords. Some old men in corners chuckled lightly, as if mocking his overconfidence. Others frowned, thinking he was arrogant.

In the very next moment, Shen Wushen proved it wasn’t bravado, it was absolute dominance.

He raised a crystalline jade porcelain bottle with seven pills inside. "All of you, come at once. If any of you can injure me, this pill bottle will be yours."

The True Lords' expressions changed dramatically.

"Those are the legendary Yun Soul-Nourishing Pills!"

"It’s the real deal! The pill aura affects the soul!"

As the name suggested, the pills nourished the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator. A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could use it to temper their soul to perfection and attempt a breakthrough. As if that wasn’t enough, it also increased the probability of breaking through to Violet Palace by thirty percent. Who among them would not be tempted?

Wu Dian asked first, "Shen Wushen, is what you said true?"

Shen Wushen's battle intent surged. "Of course. I look forward to someone defeating me!"

The other Nascent Souls no longer hesitated.

Chayu said eagerly, "If someone like me acts alone, it’d be considered bullying a junior. Still, for the pills, being thick-skinned and joining forces are fine!”

Madsword laughed heartily. "I'll join in too."

If not for the pills, they would have been more concerned with preserving their image. Confident in their strength, they would even challenge foreign Nascent Souls. Shen Wushen was just asking for it by challenging over thirty at once. Even several Nascent Souls of the Divine Radiance Sect took part.

Suddenly, Jiang Lingsu’s crisp voice interrupted. "You haven't given your gift yet?"

All the True Lords stared bewilderedly at her. A mere doorkeeper, with such audacity?

Shen Zhifeng's eyes flashed with anger, about to rebuke her.

"That was my oversight," Shen Wushen said first. With a wave of his hand, one of the seven pills flew from the bottle, landing before Jiang Lingsu amid gasps. "Consider this my congratulatory gift."

Jiang Lingsu froze briefly, then quickly stored the pill, smiling brightly. The pill would be very useful for her senior brother! She had to keep it safe! Even her clan would struggle to produce such a precious pill. She felt delighted, as if she had obtained it herself.

Soon, under Withered Tree's lead, the Nascent Souls moved to the nearby battle platform. Extremely sturdy, even Nascent Souls would struggle to damage it.

With battle intent and a hint of solemnity, Shen Wushen looked at the thirty-three Nascent Souls. Every opponent deserved full seriousness regardless of their realms. Such was his cultivation path.

Shen Wushen bellowed, "Fight!"

As his suppressed aura erupted, his presence surged more than tenfold.

The Nascent Souls' expressions changed. It felt as though they were facing a war god!

"Release your Nascent Souls!"

"Don't hold back your divine techniques!"

All thirty-three Nascent Souls attacked without hesitation. Otherwise, the Yun Soul-Nourishing Pills would slip away!

"Gale Slashes Autumn Waters!" roared Madsword.

A massive sword manifested in midair—it was his strongest divine technique.

Shen Wushen moved so quickly that none could see him. He caught the massive sword with two fingers, flicking lightly. "Weak. Too weak."

Crack!

The terrifying divine technique shattered instantly. Before Madsword could react, a tremendous force struck him, sending him flying off the platform.

The others were stunned.

"Too strong!"

"Completely unmatched!"

"How can such a monster exist?!"

Shen Wushen moved as if no one stood in his way. No one lasted a single exchange. They fell the instant they made contact. The divine techniques they were all so proud of were rendered useless before him.

Like a phantom, Shen Wushen weaved among thirty-plus Nascent Souls. Every few breaths, another was eliminated. The spectacle was breathtaking. The spectating disciples and elders saw only dazzling divine techniques, followed by Nascent Souls being expelled.

Everyone was shocked.

"Too strong!"

"Is he really a Nascent Soul?!"

"Even Violet Palace might not be this strong!"

They gazed at Shen Wushen as if witnessing a god descend. Outnumbered over thirty to one, Shen Wushen still dominated.

Nearby, Jiang Lingsu bit her lip, frowning. "How annoying! Senior Brother should’ve been the focus today, but that guy stole the show!”

Her murmur snapped Jiang Ran out of her shock. She stared at Jiang Lingsu in disbelief. You're worrying about the spotlight? Shouldn't we be worried about the Demonic Desire Sect?

After all, the Demonic Desire Sect had always opposed the Divine Radiance Sect. With such a monstrous Nascent Soul emerging, the disciples felt threatened.

After a hundred breaths, Shen Wushen was the only one left standing on the platform. It was a total victory.

His eyes flickered with disappointment. "Too weak. Far too weak."

This battle was dull, merely a warm-up.

The defeated Nascent Souls appeared grim. They dared not speak after suffering such a crushing defeat.

Thinking of something, Shen Zhifeng said proudly, "Young Master is the true number one Nascent Soul of the Canglan World! If he joined the Eastern Lands Prodigy List, he would rank first!"

Such words would’ve been dismissed before. However, after his overwhelming display of power, no one doubted it.

Wu Dian turned to Kang Fulu. "Didn’t you make it into the prodigy list? If Fellow Daoist Shen participated, would he rank first?"

If they had lost to the number one Nascent Soul of the Eastern Lands, at least their pride would survive.

Kang Fulu fell silent, recalling the Eastern Lands competition. "Those prodigies are far inferior to Shen Wushen."

Even Lord Great Wisdom, who was ranked top ten, lacked such domination.

Shen Zhifeng smiled proudly. "Young Master truly deserves to be Canglan World's number one Nascent Soul!"