Chapter 606: Mythical-Level Divine Ability

The Extreme Fire Cutting unleashed by Su Che didn’t seem particularly unusual at first glance—its flame strands were simply more numerous and dense, yet also finer in thickness. This could easily lead one to mistake the increased number for thinner strands.

Faced with such a mediocre divine ability as Extreme Fire Cutting, even a cultivator at the Great Vehicle stage could disperse it with a mere breath. Thus, Lu Hao and the others assumed Su Che had deliberately done this as a display of contempt toward them.

“Arrogant!”

Many grew furious and didn’t employ their strongest defensive techniques. Instead, they simply waved their hands to release their True Vital Energy, hoping to dissipate the dozens of flame strands heading toward them.

Normally, such an approach wouldn’t be considered underestimating the enemy. Against a trashy ability like Extreme Fire Cutting, True Vital Energy at the Tribulation stage should be enough to easily break through it—no accidents should occur.

But the reality was…

Chirp chirp chirp chirp…

The True Vital Energy offered no resistance whatsoever to those flame strands, let alone destroy them. On the contrary, it was torn to shreds by the flames, with no slowdown in speed as they continued to coil around their bodies.

This scene left everyone’s expressions twisted in shock. They realized they had misjudged things—this was definitely not ordinary Extreme Fire Cutting, but a powerful divine ability that resembled it.

Those farther away hadn’t yet come into contact with the flame strands. In that fraction of a second, they still had time to react. But the few Tribulation Heavenly Lords who had released their True Vital Energy were already surrounded by dense clusters of flame strands.

“What the hell is this?”

To their horror, the protective auras they hastily generated crumbled like tofu against steel wires—mere touches by the flames were enough to cut them apart, offering no protection at all.

What kind of terrifying cutting power was this? It couldn’t possibly be Extreme Fire Cutting!

The dense flame strands formed vast nets, encasing each of them. What would happen once these nets fully closed in?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In their terror, those Tribulation Heavenly Lords unleashed attacks of different attributes, trying to tear apart the flame nets and find a gap to break free.

Yet even the water-based divine powers, which were supposed to counteract fire, could cause no damage to these seemingly fragile flames. The fire net descended above them; the closer they were, the denser it became, leaving not even the slightest gap for escape.
“Save me!”
“Pardon me, Master Tianyu!”
Faced with this situation, two of them realized death was approaching and immediately cried out in panic—one begging for help from their accomplices, the other pleading with Su Che for mercy.
But their accomplices were in the same situation, also facing the encroaching fire net. The only difference was that they were slightly further away, giving them a faint hope of struggling.
No one could free their companions, not even someone at the Mahayana stage like Lu Hao. As for pleas for mercy, Su Che ignored them completely—anyone who harbored ill intentions toward him deserved to die!
“No!”
“Ah!”
All their struggles were in vain. Eventually, they were covered by the fire net, and cries of agony filled the air. With a hiss, their Dao artifacts and robes offered no protection at all, and their bodies were instantly cut into pieces no larger than fists.
With their physical bodies destroyed, their spiritual cores also couldn’t escape. Trapped in the tightly packed fire lines within less than a foot of space, they were like birds in a cage, with nowhere to flee.
Of course, this was because Su Che showed mercy and didn’t let the fire lines destroy their spiritual cores outright. It wasn’t out of kindness but because he intended to capture them alive.
For cultivators at the Tribulation stage, as long as their spiritual cores remained intact, they could rebuild their physical bodies and regain their full strength within two or three years. By capturing their spiritual cores, Su Che would gain several subordinates at the Tribulation stage in a couple of years.
“Pardon me, Master Tianyu!”
These five Tribulation-stage lords, whose physical bodies had been destroyed and whose spiritual cores were trapped in the fire cage, could only plead for mercy to Su Che through telepathy in their terror.
Su Che didn’t bother to pay them attention; he needed to focus on dealing with the other seventeen who were still struggling.
Among these seventeen, aside from the five Mahayana-stage strongmen who could hold on a bit longer thanks to their defensive methods, the remaining twelve at the Tribulation stage were already on the verge of destruction.
These twelve had only a slight extra moment of reaction time compared to the previous five, enough to summon top-tier defensive Dao artifacts and form a barrier to block the incoming fire net, buying them a brief chance to struggle.
Hiss… hiss… hiss…

Even the defensive barrier of an elite Dao artifact could not fully block the cutting force of the dense web of flames; it could only delay it to a certain extent. The tiny serrations on those slender flames seemed capable of shredding any material in the world, slowly breaking through the defensive barrier and seeping inward bit by bit. By now, they were less than two feet away, on the verge of touching their bodies. This slow, inescapable death, with its overwhelming psychological pressure, left even those usually arrogant Heavenly Monarchs pale with fear. A few of them kept shouting for help from Lu Hao and the others, while others pleaded with Su Che in a trembling voice. The sight of their five companions turned into piles of flesh just moments ago was a vivid illustration of what would happen if they were touched by this flame web. Undoubtedly, if this web reached their bodies, their fate would be just as tragic. Su Che ignored their pleas completely, coldly controlling thousands of flames to slowly take away everything from them. A few breaths later, with a hissing sound… screams rang out in succession, and more piles of bloody flesh appeared on the ground. Of course, there were also dozens of “birdcages” woven from flames, trapping their unextinguished spiritual essences inside. If these cultivators did not want to commit suicide, they had to stay trapped there obediently. If they truly wished to die, they could throw their spiritual essences into the flame cages to end it all and achieve permanent liberation. In reality, none of them had the courage to commit suicide, for such a death would mean complete annihilation—both their spiritual essences and souls would vanish, leaving them without even the chance to be reborn. The more a cultivator was advanced, the more they understood the terror of “nothingness,” and no one would choose such a way to die. Seventeen Heavenly Monarchs were thus easily dealt with. Once trapped by the dense web of flames, there was no other way to escape— the only solution was to break through the flames! At this moment, the five remaining Great Vehicle cultivators were also trapped within a web of hundreds of flames, with no escape possible. They could only rely on their own offensive and defensive powers and spells to fight against this seemingly weak flame web with all their might. Lu Hao, who specialized in earth-based techniques, had just unleashed a Vajra Claw known as “Endless and Unstoppable,” capable of tearing apart any material in the mortal world, similar to a powerful tearing technique in the immortal realm.

But at this moment, those so-called razor-sharp claws seemed to be carved from radishes. When they struck the net woven from tough steel wires, they shattered with a screeching sound, turning utterly fragile. The same was true for the other four beings at the Mahayana stage—no matter what kind of powerful divine abilities they unleashed, they couldn’t cause any damage to the approaching fire net. Their top-notch defensive artifacts could only provide temporary resistance. Amid the incessant cutting sounds, their space to move shrank further, while despair and fear grew in their hearts. They truly never expected that the demon Tian Yu was countless times more terrifying than the rumors suggested. A single divine ability he used casually could push everyone into a desperate situation. This was by no means a level of power one would find in the mortal world—unless he was a true immortal from the celestial realm who had secretly descended. “Master Tian Yu, please show mercy!” Seeing that their living space had shrunk to less than ten feet, Lu Hao urgently cried out, “This is just a misunderstanding. We have no ill intentions toward you. We just wanted to borrow the Witch God Token temporarily.” “This old guy really has thick skin,” Lao He sneered disdainfully in the Immortal Prison. “At this point, he still dares to spout such nonsense as if we’re fools.” Su Che, on the other hand, replied calmly and indifferently, “Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not doesn’t matter. Let bygones be bygones. I really don’t take this trivial matter to heart. Please rest assured, I only want to kill you. I have no ill intentions toward you.” “Haha, our master is still the best!” Lao He laughed excitedly. “Such words are even more satisfying than scolding them like I did!” Lu Hao’s expression stiffened. His originally kind face instantly turned hostile as he said harshly, “Master Tian Yu, don’t be too ruthless. After all, we are also at the Mahayana stage and on the verge of ascending. Do you really think we have no strength to resist?” Another thin-faced being at the Mahayana stage also spoke in a vicious tone, “Tian Yu, know this—if you push me to the point of self-destructing with my Yuan Ying, you won’t be able to escape either. It’s better to die together!” “Self-destruct with Yuan Ying?”

Su Che smiled casually, controlling more flames to gather around them, tightening the web of fire that surrounded the five of them. Yet he said, “What you two are saying is way too exaggerated. This is just the most ordinary Extreme Fire Cutting technique in the cultivation world, barely qualifying as a divine art. How could such a trivial trick force you to the point of self-destructing as Yuan Ying? Isn’t that saying too much?”
Su Che’s words were clearly intended to infuriate them. The five of them were all at the Mahayana stage, having lived for tens of thousands of years, and they must have been fully aware of their situation.
What seemed like a low-level technique, Extreme Fire Cutting, had already pushed them into a desperate corner.
A mythic-level divine art, equivalent to the immortal spells used by true immortals in the fairy realm, could eliminate any mortal cultivator with a single strike—just as easily against those at the Mahayana stage as well.
Although Su Che appeared calm, he was actually thrilled inside: With a mythic-level divine art in hand, in the mortal cultivation world, I am the one at the highest peak! From today onward, there will be no one stronger than an immortal!