Senju Yukika's greatest power was not chakra, but the mysterious force he had brought with him from another world.
Yet right now, facing this ragtag group of enemies, his chakra alone was enough to destroy heaven and earth!
His chakra surged violently into the sky like a raging tornado, rapidly spreading outward and sweeping across the entire barren wasteland. The overwhelming force rolled forth like a tidal wave!
Each wisp of power within the storm was enough to annihilate a super-tier cultivator.
As the tornado erupted, everyone froze in place. Even those standing far off felt threatened and quickly retreated without hesitation!
Those who had charged forward were now caught inside the roaring storm for the first time.
The blades of wind within the vortex were incomprehensibly sharp—slicing straight into the bodies of these supposed "super elites." Their faces twisted with horror. Their expressions turned grotesque, as if they had seen a ghost…
Two of the top-ranked experts stood silently at a distance, their faces pale and tense.
They could see those super-tier cultivators caught in the vortex—flailing their arms helplessly, pain written across their faces as they struggled with everything they had.
But no matter how much they resisted, the tornado held them firmly, sealing their fates.
Just a few heartbeats later, severed limbs and broken tree trunks were hurled from the storm, scattering across the cracked and desolate ground.
As the tornado gradually faded, the battlefield was left with over a dozen corpses—once powerful warriors now reduced to lifeless remains.
Silence blanketed the area.
Those who had hesitated to join the assault clutched their chests, silently thankful they hadn't acted rashly.
Had they jumped in, wouldn't they have joined those bodies on the ground, walking the road to the underworld?
The two remaining top-tier experts stared at Senju Yukika in stunned silence, unsure what to say.
What kind of technique was that?
What ability could summon such a terrifying storm in an instant?
To wipe out over a dozen elite fighters with a single move—it wasn't unheard of. But to do so this easily? As if flicking dust off one's shoulder?
That was another level entirely.
Now, the two experts found themselves in a dilemma. They realized this young man was not someone to provoke lightly. His strength far surpassed what they had imagined.
But with so many eyes on them, there was no turning back now. Retreating would mean losing face—not just for them, but for the powers behind them.
So, one of the experts stepped forward and threatened, "You may be powerful, young man, but can you stand against the whole world?"
He hoped that invoking the pressure of global powers and vast factions would make Yukika back down—make him feel like a lone mouse challenging a mighty empire.
But he had made a critical mistake.
Even if the entire world turned against Senju Yukika, he would not flinch.
If worst came to worst… this entire planet would simply be reduced to dust!
But how could mere ants trapped in a cage ever understand the scale of his power?
In their narrow view, becoming the strongest in a single nation already seemed like the peak of achievement.
As the two experts drew closer, Yukika's companions—Amano Sho and little Kota—began to feel anxious.
The auras of those powerful enemies were immense. In their presence, Amano and Kota felt like they were standing beneath the weight of heaven itself, completely powerless.
But the next moment, Yukika simply stomped lightly on the ground.
And the entire land trembled.
It was as if a massive earthquake had begun!
A colossal fissure erupted from beneath Yukika's feet and rapidly expanded outward. No one knew how far it extended—perhaps even beyond the horizon.
The two experts looked down and instantly realized that the earth below them was splitting open. A massive rift was tearing toward them at lightning speed!
They instinctively leapt into the air to escape.
But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a giant golden hand swept across the sky, grabbing both of them in its massive palm.
The hand was a manifestation of Senju Yukika's chakra—formed entirely from his own spiritual energy!
Now, with the two men clutched between his fingers, they were no more than ants in his grasp.
Yukika even held back his strength, fearing that if he squeezed too hard, he might crush them to death by accident.
The two warriors were terrified. All arrogance vanished as they begged,
"Please spare us, my lord! Please—we surrender!"
Where was their former pride? The haughty demeanor of world-renowned experts?
Gone.
They had finally realized just how monstrous this young man was. His cultivation speed had already reached the legendary forbidden tier!
Now, they were filled with endless regret. If only they had known he was this powerful—they wouldn't have dared ambush him even if it meant their lives.
And besides, it wasn't even possible to steal the Divine Eye from someone like Yukika.
Only beings on his level could possibly possess such artifacts.
But Yukika looked at them coldly and said,
"You ambushed me first. If I hadn't been strong enough, I'd be the one dead now. Killing you is simply the repayment of karmic debt."
The two experts were stunned by his words.
At their level, they had no concept of what karma truly meant. They weren't enlightened enough to comprehend it.
But for Yukika, this wasn't personal.
He wasn't acting out of hatred or revenge.
He was simply settling a debt with the universe.
Without another word, he gently clenched the golden hand.
The two trapped warriors screamed—but the next moment, their bodies exploded, blood spraying through the air and painting the ground in crimson.
In the distance, the remaining survivors—once proud super-elites—screamed in terror and scattered like ghosts.
But could their karma really escape Yukika's reach?
Yukika sighed quietly.
The breath he exhaled seemed ordinary at first—no different from any other.
But it grew rapidly in size and intensity, rolling across the wasteland like an avalanche.
Soon, violent winds howled through the sky.
Within the storm, countless blades of wind formed—each one sharper than a master-crafted sword.
Each blade effortlessly split a super-elite cultivator in half.
When the storm finally calmed, the wasteland was littered with corpses.
All the elite cultivators who had ambushed Yukika—along with the two world-famous masters—had been annihilated.
Behind him, Amano Sho and little Kota were utterly stunned.
What they had just witnessed would likely be etched into their memories forever.
A mere sigh from Yukika had summoned a deadly storm, wiping out more than a dozen elite enemies in an instant.
What kind of power was this? What level had he reached?
Kota, too inexperienced to grasp it, simply stared in confusion.
But Amano Sho, born into the prestigious Sword Palace and knowledgeable in the ways of cultivation, had never seen anything like this.
Even their own palace master—the strongest figure they knew—was nowhere near Yukika's level.
From that moment on, Amano became even more certain of his decision:
He would follow Senju Yukika to the ends of the earth.
No matter where this path led.