My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible-Chapter 421: Storm Of Annihilation

The elderly woman with ice-chip eyes moved first, her hands blurring through seals so fast they left afterimages. "Frozen Eternity!"

The air crystallized instantly, temperatures plummeting as ice spread outward in a wave that turned the ground beneath Liam’s feet into frozen death. Frost climbed up his legs, attempting to lock him in place while the other four Elders launched their own attacks.

From the left, a mountain of a man with scars crisscrossing his bare arms slammed his fists together. "Earthshaker Fist!" The ground erupted, massive spikes of stone shooting upward like the teeth of some underground beast, each one sharp enough to impale and thick enough to crush.

From the right, a thin Elder whose face looked like worn leather released a technique that made the air itself burn. Invisible flames spread outward, heat so intense it turned stone to glass, oxygen igniting in spontaneous combustion that created a sphere of absolute destruction.

Behind Liam, two Elders worked in perfect synchronization. One summoned chains of pure spiritual energy that shot toward him like striking serpents, each link inscribed with formations meant to suppress and drain. The other created a vortex of cutting wind, thousands of invisible blades that would shred anything caught in their path.

Five Nascent Soul cultivators attacking simultaneously with techniques that could level entire city blocks.

Liam smiled.

The Blade of Tiamat moved in his right hand, and reality itself seemed to part before its edge. The weapon cut through the ice spreading up his legs as if it were paper, the technique simply ceasing to exist wherever the blade passed. Frost that had been absolute became nothing, the Elder’s spiritual energy scattered like dust.

His left hand, wreathed in white flame, swept outward. The Essence Refining Flame met the invisible burning technique and consumed it, devouring the Elder’s fire like a starving beast. The white flames grew brighter, feeding on the spiritual energy, and the thin Elder’s face went pale as he felt his technique not had just been countered, but eaten.

The earthen spikes erupted beneath him, but Liam was already moving. He launched himself skyward, the Blade of Tiamat cutting through stone spikes as he rose, each swing leaving trails of dissolution in the air. The white flame in his left hand pulsed once, and a wave of purifying fire washed downward, reducing the remaining stone spikes to ash.

The chains reached him mid-air, wrapping around his torso, his arms, his legs. For a moment they held him and spiritual formations activated to drain his energy. Then the Essence Refining Flame spread from his left hand across his entire body, and the chains simply disintegrated, their spiritual energy converted to nothing by flames that refined everything they touched.

The cutting wind struck him as he fell back toward the courtyard, thousands of invisible blades that should have shredded flesh from bone. The Blade of Tiamat spun in his hand, moving so fast it created a sphere of perfect defense, each wind blade meeting the legendary weapon and vanishing as if it had never existed.

Liam landed in a crouch, stone cracking beneath his feet.

The five Elders spread out further, their initial coordination broken by the ease with which he’d negated their combined assault. Fear flickered across their faces, quickly suppressed by decades of professional discipline.

"He’s immune to spiritual techniques!" the elderly woman shouted. "Physical assault only!"

They moved as one, abandoning complex formations in favor of direct combat. Five Nascent Soul cultivators, their bodies enhanced by decades of cultivation, closed the distance in eyeblinks.

The scarred mountain of a man reached him first, his fist wreathed in golden light and Liam met it with the Blade of Tiamat.

The sword cut through the golden reinforcement like it was mist, then through the fist itself, then through the arm, separating flesh and bone with surgical precision. The Elder screamed as his severed arm tumbled through the air, blood spraying in an arc.

But the other four were already there.

The elderly woman’s ice-coated fist drove toward his temple from the left. The thin Elder attacked from the right, his fingers like daggers aimed at Liam’s throat. Behind him, the two Elders who’d used chains and wind came in low and high, one sweeping at his legs while the other aimed a palm strike at his spine.

Liam spun, the Blade of Tiamat singing through the air. The blade caught the elderly woman’s fist, ice and flesh parting before its edge. Her hand fell away, severed at the wrist, and her scream joined the scarred man’s.

His left hand, still wreathed in white flame, shot out to meet the thin Elder’s finger strike. The Essence Refining Flame engulfed the man’s hand on contact, and he shrieked as white fire began consuming his flesh, spreading up his arm despite his desperate attempts to suppress it with spiritual energy.

The sweep caught Liam’s legs, but instead of falling he simply pivoted, using the momentum to bring the Blade of Tiamat around in a devastating arc. The Elder who’d struck his legs barely managed to throw himself backward, but not fast enough. The blade opened his chest from shoulder to hip, blood and worse things spilling out as he collapsed.

The final Elder’s palm strike connected with Liam’s back, and for a moment triumph flashed across his face. Then his eyes widened in horror as the white flame from Liam’s left hand flowed backward, traveling up Liam’s arm, across his shoulders, and onto the attacking hand faster than the Elder could pull away.

"No—" the Elder managed before the Essence Refining Flame consumed his hand, his arm, his shoulder. He tried to sever his own limb to stop the spread, but the fire moved faster than thought. Within three seconds, his entire upper body was engulfed. Within five, his screams were cut off. Within seven, nothing remained but ashes that the white flame continued to refine until even those were gone.

Four Elders remained, three wounded, one untouched.

The scarred man clutched his severed arm’s stump, blood pouring between his fingers despite his attempts to seal the wound with spiritual energy. The elderly woman’s face had gone gray with shock and blood loss, her severed hand twitching on the ground. The thin Elder thrashed on the ground as white flame consumed his arm inch by inch, his screams turning hoarse.

The unwounded Elder looked at his companions, then at Liam standing calm and unmarked, and made his decision.

He ran.

Liam’s hand moved in a casual gesture, and his telekinesis caught the fleeing Elder mid-step. The invisible force yanked him backward, slamming him to the ground with bone-shattering impact. Before the man could rise, Liam was there, the Blade of Tiamat descending like judgment.

The blade took the Elder’s head cleanly, and the body collapsed, blood pooling rapidly.

The scarred man roared, channeling everything he had left into one final desperate attack. His remaining fist blazed with golden light so intense it hurt to look at, and he charged with the abandon of someone who knew death was coming regardless.

Liam met the charge head-on. The Blade of Tiamat swept horizontally, and the scarred man’s body separated at the waist, the two halves sliding apart as momentum carried them forward. They hit the ground on either side of Liam, twitching.

The elderly woman tried to form seals with her remaining hand, blood making her fingers slip, her face twisted with desperation and rage. Ice began to form around her, a final technique that would take them both if she could just—

The Essence Refining Flame shot forward from Liam’s left hand like a spear, piercing her chest. The white fire spread instantly, and her final technique collapsed as her spiritual energy was refined to nothing. Her body followed moments later, consumed completely by flames that left no trace.

Only the thin Elder remained, still writhing as white flame slowly devoured him. His screams had become whimpers, his struggles weakening as the fire spread from his consumed arm toward his chest.

Liam walked toward him, ready to end it, when spiritual pressure flooded the courtyard from two new directions.

Two figures descended from the compound’s upper levels, landing with force that cracked the courtyard stones. Their robes were black with silver embroidery that marked them as people of higher position than the elders of the Devouring Petal Pavilion, and the spiritual pressure radiating from them made the five Elders’ combined presence feel like a gentle breeze in comparison.

Both were at the peak of Nascent Soul realm, half a step from Void Amalgamation Realm.

Liam’s smile widened.

He willed the Essence Refining Flame to flow from his left hand onto the Blade of Tiamat, white fire wrapping around the legendary weapon completely. The sword blazed with light that seemed to contain all colors and none.

Liam held the sword with one hand and flick his other, activating his exosuit. It materialised and enveloped him immediately.

The two Vice-Masters’ expressions shifted from confidence to uncertainty as they took in the sight before them—this teenager wrapped in strange armor, holding a blade wreathed in flames that made their spiritual senses scream danger, standing amid the corpses of six Nascent Soul Elders as if it had cost him nothing.

Liam raised his right hand, the flame-wrapped Blade of Tiamat pointing toward the Vice-Masters in challenge. His left hand rose as well, fingers moving through seals, copying and modifying the lightning cage technique he’d seen earlier.

Where the original had been a cage of descending bolts, his version took a different form. Lightning coalesced above him, not in bars but in the shape of a massive serpent, its body crackling with electricity so intense the air itself ionized. The serpent’s eyes blazed with his unique energy, and its scales shifted with colors that didn’t belong in this world.

The lightning serpent coiled in the air above him, easily fifty feet long, its presence making both Vice-Masters take involuntary steps backward.

Liam’s smile became something predatory, anticipation thrumming through him.

"Show me," he said softly, "what Peak Nascent Soul can do."