Limitless Cultivation: I Can Master Every Profession!-Chapter 241: Calamity 10

Chapter 241: Calamity 10

.

The Human Emperor did not hesitate.

The moment he lunged forward, his Nascent Soul, which had retreated when he invoked his domain, manifested again behind him, and the sky seemed to fill with blades.

Swords of every shape and size emerged from the void, rotating slowly around him like an artificial firmament.

None were the same,

some radiated crushing pressure, others distorted space, while others vibrated with intent so sharp that the very air seemed to bleed. Each blade embodied a different will, yet all obeyed a single command.

Attack.

The swords struck in unison, turning the space between him and the mysterious man into a storm of invisible cuts.

Almost at the same instant, behind the Elf Queen, light condensed.

She had decided to join the attack as well. She had healed the Beast Emperor as much as she could, and now it was his turn to recover the rest, so she turned her attention from the dragon to the Human Emperor.

Her Nascent Soul took shape as well, the ethereal female figure, tall and slender, wrapped in an iridescent glow, appeared once more.

Her two pairs of wings spread with a silent beat, and her six arms extended at her sides, moving with a disquieting grace, each following a different rhythm.

When her arms moved, the world responded.

One traced symbols in the air, binding luminous chains around the mysterious man. Another collapsed space, compressing it from the outside. A third sent out a wave of power that strengthened the Human Emperor, pushing his offensive beyond the limit.

The combined attack exploded.

Swords fell from above, appeared at his sides, struck from behind. Light, pressure, and will overlapped in an assault that would have annihilated any other being at their level.

The mysterious man smiled.

With an almost irritating calm, he raised a bare arm.

The black crimson energy that characterized all corrupted beasts poured outward, dense and oppressive, wrapping his body like a second skin.

This energy, which seemed to profoundly affect the body and soul of living beings, did not affect him, instead, he moved through it like a fish in water.

The swords that struck him first halted, their blades trembling, then were pushed back, some deflecting, others shattering on the spot, scattering into fragments of light.

The Queen’s bindings closed... and then immediately dissolved, as if the law that held them had simply been ignored.

The man took a step forward.

With a simple swing of his arm, executed without any apparent technique, he unleashed a shockwave that tore through the battlefield.

The swords were thrown backward, embedding themselves in the ground one after another, shaking the Human Emperor’s Nascent Soul.

The Queen’s ethereal form wavered.

Three of her six arms dissolved into particles of light, and the wings trembled irregularly, as if losing cohesion.

The Human Emperor stepped back half a pace, breath broken.

The Elf Queen gritted her teeth, face tense, trying to regain control of her Nascent Soul.

The mysterious man remained, unharmed, the corrupted energy around him calm yet suffocating.

He watched them for a moment, then spoke in a light, almost amused tone.

"Not bad," he said.

"But it’s nowhere near enough to threaten me."

His words were sharper than blades, striking deeper than any attack, piercing the spirit of both emperors.

At that moment, it was clear to both.

They were not fighting someone at their level.

His attacks were simple, without any elaborate technique, yet terrifyingly effective. Every strike landed directly, without waste, as if he had already seen the result before moving.

It was like an adult playing with children.

The man laughed, a short, cold laugh. Then the smile twisted, becoming cruel.

"Let me give you a taste of real power."

He moved.

There was no warning, no energy explosion. A moment later, he was already in front of the Human Emperor. His arm dropped, and the impact shattered space.

The Human Emperor’s Nascent Soul trembled violently, dozens of blades broke in unison, and he was hurled away like a projectile, crashing to the ground and leaving a smoking crater.

Before the pain could reach him, the man was already elsewhere.

A sharp counter strike hit the Elf Queen at her side. Her Nascent Soul screamed silently as her wings tore one by one, and her six arms almost entirely dissolved. The Queen coughed up blood, her body bent under crushing pressure that broke her breath.

He did not stop.

A third strike hit both.

The black crimson energy exploded like a wave, overwhelming what remained of their defenses. The Nascent Souls wavered, then collapsed, forcibly pushed back into their bodies.

The silence that followed was oppressive.

The Human Emperor lay on the ground, body broken, breathing irregular.

Every attempt to move tore a stifled groan from him. His spiritual energy was in complete disorder, his Nascent Soul reduced to a trembling shadow, incapable of even responding to his will.

Nearby, the Elf Queen knelt, one hand dug into the ground to avoid collapsing completely. Blood ran from her lips, eyes clouded as she struggled to stay conscious. Her Nascent Soul’s wings had vanished, her ethereal arms dissolved like mist in sunlight.

They were alive.

But barely.

Then it happened.

A shadow moved behind the man.

It was the Beast Emperor.

No longer in his beastly form, but human, body devastated, covered in still open wounds, face pale as death.

He had hidden his presence until the last moment, suppressing his aura, burning what remained of his energy.

With a stifled roar, he unleashed everything he had left in a single strike.

A desperate attack. A blow born from refusing to accept defeat.

For a moment, it almost seemed he could succeed.

But the man turned.

A simple movement.

His fist struck the Beast Emperor before the attack could form. The impact was brutal. The dry sound of breaking bones echoed as the Beast Emperor’s body was hurled away, crashing to the ground like a broken doll.

The ground exploded.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The wounds that had just healed reopened, deeper than before.

He trembled once... then stayed still.

Unconscious.

Perhaps alive.

Perhaps not.

The man paused for a moment, gaze on the body, as if deciding whether it was worth finishing.

Then something changed in his expression.

Even the Human Emperor and the Elf Queen seemed to notice.

The mysterious man’s expression shifted.

The cruel smile vanished, replaced by sudden focus. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, staring in a distant direction, beyond the battlefield.

At that instant, they felt it too.

A change.

Far away... yet immense.

A wave of invisible pressure that made the air tremble, as if something colossal were moving.

The Elf Queen’s eyes widened.

Despite her injuries, despite the defeat, a shiver ran down her spine. Her face was pale, but her expression was pure shock, disbelief.

Her lips moved slightly, whispering in a broken voice:

"Wait, this is...

no it can’t be."