Chapter 560: . You really are a scrap, aren't you?

Book 560: You Really Are a Utter Piece of Trash

As the final syllable fell, a ripple

visible to the naked eye expanded outward across the entire void.

The whole expanse of space warped, like a wrinkled curtain folding and buckling over and over.

And everyone situated within this domain, along with countless exotic beasts, found their bodies twisting in tandem with the ripples.

It was not merely a visual distortion.

It permeated their flesh, and their very souls.

At that moment, they felt as though they had been transformed into transparent paper.

Paper floating upon the surface of water.

As the water rippled, the sheets of paper conformed to the shape of the wavelets.

Those who were slightly closer to the battlefield vomited blood directly from their mouths under this distortion, instantly suffering grievous injuries.

Even those far away felt a splitting headache, their martial bodies feeling as if they were being wrung into a twist.

Further out, many ninth- and tenth-rank exotic beasts exploded outright, turning into clouds of blood mist.

The aftermath alone was thus, to say nothing of the very epicenter where the power erupted.

The place where those countless ripples originated

had turned almost completely into a black hole.

The void was utterly annihilated.

An indescribable aura of destruction.

An ordinary twelfth-rank martial artist would feel a terrifying sensation of their soul being drawn in and shredded just by casting a single glance at it.

Yet amidst this silent, massive throb of dread and supreme horror,

a voice that had remained indifferent from beginning to end abruptly rang out.

"Is this all you amount to?"

"You really are..."

"A piece of trash!"

"Boom!"

In the next instant, a powerful arm cast in gold thrust out from the black hole.

Like a sharp blade violently piercing through a curtain of water.

With its five fingers splayed, it reached out from the swirling vortex of the black hole, the center point where countless energies raged,

in a manner that was exceedingly overbearing, tyrannical, and even crude.

With a single crush, it shattered the evil monster totem with twelve eyes and a mouth covered in octopus tentacles.

Driving straight in, it clamped savagely onto Sala's neck.

And then...

Like hoisting a small chick, it lifted Sala up alive.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Following the arm came the shoulder, the chest and abdomen, the head...

Covered entirely in magnificent patterns, the incomparably powerful golden body forced the vortex open, making it wider,

and stepped out from within.

The raging energies that had condensed into substance collided against this golden body, making crisp yet futile sounds.

Lu Sheng was like an ancient golden god resurrecting from a starry tomb...

Descending upon the mortal world once more.

"Even after becoming its dog and absorbing so much dark energy, are you still this weak?"

Lu Sheng looked expressionlessly at Sala, who was struggling frantically within his grip, his face filled with unbelievable, deathly horror, and said softly:

"You really are an utter piece of trash."

With that, Lu Sheng tightened his fingers.

The thirty-three thousand immortal cells within his body formed a destructive force between his palms.

"Bang—"

The portion above Sala's neck exploded like a water balloon violently crushed by someone.

Countless pale-red streams of light burst out from it, scurrying in all directions.

Upon every single stream of light, there seemed to be a reflection of Sala's terrified face.

"Thud—"

Sala's headless corpse was casually tossed down from midair by Lu Sheng like a piece of garbage, crashing into the ground and smashing out a large crater.

The sound of the corpse hitting the ground seemed to strike everyone present like a beating drum.

Everyone's eyelids twitched violently.

It was more of a physiological reaction.

Because their brains were in a state of chaos, and most of their expressions were caught in shock and dull stupor.

Sala was dead.

He had died cleanly and swiftly.

Recalling everything that had transpired before felt like a magnificent, frantic, and gorgeous interstellar opera that, just as it played to its most thrilling and highest climax...

Suddenly.

The lights of the entire theater were cut by someone, plunging into total darkness, forcing an end to the act.

An extreme sense of unreality.

Not until a certain collaborationist martial artist suddenly shivered did the crowd gradually and slowly snap out of their daze.

Feeling reality.

Only then did they truly realize

that Sala was indeed dead.

And he had died miserably, and with great humiliation.

That Sala, who had comprehended five laws, who had used the evil power of the exotic beasts to raise his own strength almost to the realm of the thirteenth rank, whose power crushed the entire field and brought so much despair and fear to everyone...

Had his head—and everything inside his head—snapped off by one hand like a small chick.

No further expression could convey the shock etched across their faces.

Words failed to capture the tangled emotions churning within each of them.

They simply stared at Lu Sheng—

this man who, on paper, stood only at Level Eleven,

yet whose combat power surged so violently it overwhelmed even Level Thirteen opponents…

A cosmic aberration? A star-born monster?!

Ancient certainties, forged over tens of thousands of years—beliefs about martial cultivation, about the hierarchy of strength—began, slowly, to crumble.

Lu Sheng’s might

was shattering their very worldview, dismantling the foundations of their understanding.

Even Saia, who clutched the stone-skinned Tang Dun in his arms, now stood frozen, mind nearly blank, questioning whether this mythic, celestial godlike figure before him was truly the comrade he once knew.

Yet Lu Sheng paid no heed to the thoughts swirling beneath him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, golden-amber irises gleaming like molten resin, fixed upon a point in the void.

There—

he beheld a grotesque monstrosity: a creature covered head to toe in writhing eyes, its maw bristling with squirming octopus tentacles, glaring at him with seething malice.

It seemed to curse him furiously—

or perhaps shriek with frenzied exhilaration.

Within the imperceptible folds of space, torrents of crimson light—manifestations of pure rage—poured forth, thickening, intensifying.

These lights bled from the void into reality, staining the eyes of the remaining beasts on the battlefield with a growing, feverish red.

As the malformed entity thrashed its tentacled mouth, its form gradually coalesced, emerging from the haze.

Lu Sheng’s pupils flared with sudden brilliance.

He felt the thirty-three thousand immortal cells within his body stir—thrilling, trembling—

each one igniting with a fierce, incandescent will to fight.

“Level Thirteen…”

After crushing Sara outright, Lu Sheng had finally grasped a rough sense of his own power.

But that understanding remained incomplete.

He needed stronger adversaries. Greater pressure.

Only then could he fully grasp himself—discern the absolute limits of his strength, and reach the zenith of his latent potential.

“Level Thirteen… Let me see, then—what true Level Thirteen *really* is.”

Lu Sheng murmured softly, his tongue flicking lightly across his lips.

……………

*Whoosh—*

A white silhouette sliced through the heavens like an aurora glimpsed in the darkest reaches of space, leaving behind a deep, lingering ripple in the fabric of the void—one that refused to fade.

A man, expressionless, perhaps thirty years old.

His snow-white hair shimmered strand by strand, stark against the obsidian-black battle suit clinging to his frame.

In his right hand, he gripped a slender warblade—

an unusual weapon, its entire form a pale, bone-like gray, as if carved from fossilized marrow.

Its hilt and guard appeared sculpted from the polished bones of some unknown beast.

“Coordinates. Re-send me the coordinates.”

The white-haired man tapped lightly at the comm unit nestled in his ear, voice devoid of inflection.

Almost instantly, a surprised voice crackled through the receiver:

“Master Haiji Dao—you haven’t intercepted them yet?”

The man nodded. “Encountered a commander en route. Fought. Regrettably, it escaped.”

“Oh… oh.”

The voice acknowledged, then swiftly relayed a new coordinate.

“The energy signature there is highly unstable, Master Haiji Dao. You’ll need to move quickly.”

A final warning followed the transmission.

“Understood.”

The white-haired man severed the connection. His cold gaze flickered—

and in that instant, his already staggering speed surged forward, multiplying several-fold beyond what had seemed possible.