My Core is the Boss-Chapter 108.2: Thank You, Big Bro, for the Rocket

Without the Supreme's Origin strike, Wu Tong would have been afraid of Qi Yuan. But now, why should he? Victory was within reach.

Qi Yuan glared at Wu Tong. "I've already established my Heavenly Dao class, and I have long gone beyond the village-tier cultivation. I can kill you in one strike."

Due to his Heavenly Dao class, his confidence was inflated like a coal boss who'd just struck it rich.

"Nonsense!" Wu Tong snapped, no longer bothering to argue. "Witness my divine technique!"

His subordinates' eyes lit up with excitement. Divine techniques were a Mythwalker’s signature power! After all, they were regarded as mythical due to their mastery of divine techniques.

Cruel intent flashed through Wu Tong's eyes.

"You'll be the first to see my divine technique since I broke through. Consider it an honor!" With a sweep of his palm, he roared, "Yin-Yang Reversal Palm!"

A blast of force erupted, and sandstorms rose. Even the demon army recoiled from the surge. Within the palm strike, a single violet droplet floated, drifting toward Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan's eyes widened as he exploded in outrage. "Shameless! You don't play by the rules!"

That's not just some ordinary divine technique; it's an Origin Divine Technique! Only Supremes possess such a thing!

Having fought thousands of demons back in Earth's End, Qi Yuan knew Origin Divine Techniques inside and out.

Wu Tong hesitated for a breath, then realized, as the White Supreme's disciple, it's only natural for him to recognize an Origin Divine Technique!

Wu Tong chuckled. "It's still a divine technique. It's in the name."

Qi Yuan blinked, then nodded approvingly. "That's actually a good line. I'm stealing it."

Once he mastered an Origin Divine Technique and broke through to the Core Formation or Nascent Soul realm, he decided he'd say that exact line before using a divine technique. Perfect. It's like saying, 'Isn't the Milky Way just a river?'

Qi Yuan's lips then curved into a frosty smile. "To hide my plagiarism from the world, I'll make sure to kill all of you here."

Wu Tong frowned. "Since you know how strong an Origin Divine Technique is, you should know better than to hope you can win!"

He grinned proudly. Once Qi Yuan died, the City of No Return would fall into his hands, and he'd be half done with the Supreme’s task.

"Die!"

The violet droplet streaked toward Qi Yuan. The world went deathly still. Locked by its power, Qi Yuan froze in place, seemingly rendered immobile.

Origin Divine Techniques struck at one's Origin itself. Those below the Supreme realm had no chance of withstanding it.

Qi Yuan felt the suffocating pressure. If the attack hit, he knew he wouldn't survive. A Mythwalker stood as far from a Supreme as a Nascent Soul from the Violet Palace. There was an insurmountable gap between them.

Nevertheless, in the next moment, Qi Yuan grinned. "You think a sneak attack can beat me? It seems you've forgotten that I’m not some old man. I’m still young!"

As far as Qi Yuan recalled, it was always the young who caught the old off guard and won, never the other way around.

In Earth's End, countless alien demons had ambushed him the same way. The result? He only grew stronger and even eventually developed nearly a hundred techniques to dodge Origin attacks.

Remaining steady and unhurried, Qi Yuan fixed his gaze on the violet droplet. Dozens of evasive and counter techniques flashed in his mind. A split second later, he smiled. "Found it."

He parted his lips and blew a single breath. The indestructible droplet, powerful enough to obliterate a city, dispersed into mist.

Qi Yuan smirked. "Thanks for the rocket, Big Bro!"

The scattered droplets suddenly multiplied—two, four, hundreds, thousands... tens of thousands hung suspended around him!

Wu Tong was dumbstruck, unable to comprehend anything. "W-what's happening?"

Even the demon army and their Demon Tamers felt a chill of dread.

Qi Yuan exhaled again softly. "As the spring breeze sweeps through the night, a thousand heads will roll in delight."

The droplets shuddered then detonated, shooting out like an endless rain of arrows into the demon army.

Qi Yuan laughed. "Ah, cheating really does feel great!"

The droplets instantly killed every demon spawn they hit, vanishing into nothing. It was like some advanced bone-dissolving elixir that could erase whoever so much as slightly touched it.

"Nooo!"

"What is this?!"

"You—!"

Wu Tong's face twisted in horror. This isn't possible. That Origin Divine Technique is my trump card! How can it be turned against me? Is he actually a Supreme?!

Before he could even understand what was happening, a droplet hit him.

"No!" Wu Tong screamed. He thrashed as he dissolved into mist.

The sky wept violet rain that extinguished life wherever it fell, creating a sight as magnificent as it was terrifying. In just three seconds, the army of tens of thousands vanished as though they never even existed.

Qi Yuan's eyes gleamed with killing intent. Having drawn vast amounts of Demonic Origin, he radiated a terrifying aura all over, like a demon incarnate. He sheathed his broken sword, and he shrank back to normal.

Gazing into the swirling sands, he murmured, "The wind suddenly rises, rippling the spring pool."

Qi Yuan glanced one last time at Zhao Ju and Liu Wentai in the distance. He then flickered, reappearing in the City of No Return in a flash.

Zhao Ju stood rooted to the ground. Utterly dumbfounded, he murmured, "Did I... just hallucinate?"

Liu Wentai just stayed quiet. His face was pale, his silence heavy. It was impossible to understand what they had just witnessed. Wu Tong had unleashed a divine technique, and Qi Yuan nullified it with a single, literal blow. In the next moment, the massive demon was erased.

Zhao Ju finally sighed and shook his head. "This is insane. I misjudged him. He wasn't putting on airs... he's just that damn cool."

Liu Wentai nodded solemnly in agreement. Alone, Qi Yuan had wiped out an army that blotted out the sky. At this point, he could very well be called the strongest beneath the Supremes.

Zhao Ju wistfully added, "Still, it's a pity, really. If only he'd have stood there after he won. He should've gripped his broken sword as blood dripped from his lips, then collapsed and died in glory. That would've been a tale sung for a thousand years."

Liu Wentai was speechless.

***

Jialan City.

Dong Long stood atop the high walls, his white hair fluttering in the wind. His face was deeply lined, every wrinkle carved by time and worry. He gazed toward the faraway battlefield, his heart heavy with unease.

Wu Tong was no ordinary foe. He was several times more dangerous than Misang. If the City of No Return were to fall, Jialan City would be next. Not knowing how long they would last, his expression darkened.

Soon, he noticed a scout on the horizon, racing back from the City of No Return. His heart tightened, but he maintained a composed expression.

He sat calmly on the high tower. Whatever news would come, a true commander had to be courageous enough to remain unmoved even when mountains were collapsing before him.