The name of the Supreme Master Dugu had long been famous. Even in his youth, his reputation was well-known across several neighboring nations.
But he always had one regret: though his cultivation technique was incredibly powerful, it was too domineering, and very few people could inherit it!
So even though Dugu was now advanced in age, he still hadn't found a suitable disciple.
One reason was that his techniques were difficult to pass on. Another was that Supreme Master Dugu was exceptionally gifted and held a very high standard—he hardly gave anyone a second look!
There was once a proud genius from a major sect who believed himself to be exceptionally talented. He approached Dugu to request discipleship.
But after testing his abilities, Dugu only said coldly, "You're barely a thousand-mile talent."
This left everyone in shock!
The sect disciple felt indignant but dared not say anything, retreating in disappointment.
Without a doubt, he was a one-in-a-million genius, but to Supreme Master Dugu, even that wasn't enough.
A talent that would be considered a treasure by any other sect, nurtured with care, didn't even qualify to inherit Dugu's techniques!
Now, however, Dugu had heard about an arrogant young genius capable of killing veteran superpowerful cultivators—along with many other strong individuals. And suddenly, he was intrigued.
Deep inside, Supreme Master Dugu even decided: once he took back the Eye of God, he would make sure to spare that young man's life.
Then he could see for himself—if the youth's talent truly impressed him, he might consider taking him as a disciple!
Dugu would have never considered such a thing before. But now, with age creeping in, his mindset had slowly begun to shift.
At that very moment, the person everyone was discussing—Senju Yukika—was walking across the wilderness with Shangguan and Tanaka.
Even though they were still some distance away, Senju Yukika could sense that within the range of his spiritual pressure radar, a group of people was setting up a formation.
One of them, in particular, had an unusually strong presence—far more powerful than the others.
Senju Yukika recognized this as someone whose cultivation was nearing the supreme realm—an extremely rare powerhouse even among elites.
This individual was, in fact, the strongest among all those who had set traps for him in the wasteland.
While Senju Yukika wasn't afraid of them, he didn't want Tanaka or Shangguan to be harmed.
So he said, "You two stay here and wait for me. I'll be back shortly."
Both nodded obediently.
Then, Senju Yukika stepped forward and vanished from where he stood.
Though the distance spanned hundreds of miles, it only took him a few breaths to arrive!
The sudden appearance of Senju Yukika startled the group of cultivators, who rushed to activate their formation.
Clearly, the array had been set in advance. It was potent—once triggered, it could unleash bizarre and mysterious forces beyond comprehension!
Yet Yukika sensed that the most powerful one among them was not present.
Indeed, Supreme Master Dugu had just left moments before. He disliked taking part in futile group efforts, preferring to act alone. So he had already released his chakra and was combing the wasteland for Yukika.
Unluckily for him, he had departed right before Yukika arrived.
Now, surrounded by the array and watched by many piercing eyes, Yukika merely smiled.
This formation, though perhaps mystical in this world, seemed exceedingly primitive to him!
Although he had never created a formation before, Yukika was confident he could easily construct one ten times more effective if he so desired!
"Everyone, shift the formation! Kill him and take the Eye of God!"
A strong cultivator shouted the order.
Immediately, everyone channeled their chakra into the sky. Dozens of experts unleashed their full strength with no reservations!
They all understood—though the young man appeared calm, he was terrifyingly powerful. Capable of slaying great powerhouses single-handedly, they dared not hold back!
But faced with this terrifying storm of chakra and lethal arts, Senju Yukika seemed utterly indifferent…
He gently waved his hand, not even using any otherworldly power. Just a single burst of chakra shot out and transformed into a golden beam that tore through the void!
In an instant, a massive golden palm appeared in midair. It ignored all their frantic glances and drifted across the sky…
Everyone felt a crushing force descending upon them. They all fought back with everything they had!
But they soon realized this golden hand was like a towering mountain—they couldn't resist it at all.
One by one, they were knocked away by the golden palm. The formation lost its support and began to collapse.
Yukika lightly stomped his foot. A massive shockwave surged from the earth, shattering the formation completely.
The burly fighters were knocked to the ground, unable to rise.
Only a few strong men could still move, but their eyes were filled with irrepressible fear!
Though they could barely stand, none dared to act. Swallowing their shame, they lay on the ground pretending to be dead!
Even Yukika was left speechless. These so-called powerhouses, though mediocre in strength, were still considered top-tier in this country. And yet, here they were, faking death like amateurs?
In the next moment, Yukika made his decision—if they wanted death, then so be it!
He casually stomped his foot again, using only seventy percent of his strength.
Endless chakra surged like blades, spreading rapidly outward and instantly slicing through the collapsed fighters!
Their heads and bodies separated. Even the souls hidden in their skulls shattered completely—leaving them well and truly dead.
After the massacre, Yukika didn't leave right away. Instead, he waited.
Within the range of his spiritual pressure detection, several figures were rapidly approaching.
From their auras, Yukika could tell—they carried the scent of the royal family of the Rakshasa Kingdom!