Chapter 384: The Three-Eyed True God
The moment Blade Maniac first laid eyes on Jiang Li, he sensed danger. His battle-hardened instincts triggered an immediate physical response—cold sweat pouring down his back.
Ashamed of his reaction, Blade Maniac discarded his broadsword and raised his bare hands. His arms trembled as they straightened into blade-like extensions, radiating sharp energy that shredded his upper garments.
Few knew this truth: Blade Maniac was most terrifying without a blade. His superpower enhanced weapon sharpness, and after reaching fourth-tier evolution, he could treat his own body as a weapon.
In other words, his entire being had become an unpredictable arsenal.
“This ability somewhat resembles artifact forging techniques,” Jiang Li remarked softly.
Blade Maniac’s power only temporarily strengthened weapons, akin to short-term artifact enhancement in cultivation. Across the Nine Provinces, many forging masters treated their bodies as artifacts, subjecting themselves to fiery tempering. Jiang Li had witnessed numerous masters leaping into furnaces while apprentices hammered their flesh—an utterly bizarre sight.
Yet the results spoke for themselves. Tempered masters’ bodies attained spiritual treasure-level durability.
Tang Dahui, Forging Peak Master of the Dao Sect, exemplified this approach. Consuming metals and forging his body as an artifact, his physical refinement stood merely one step below True Dragons and two steps beneath Zhang Konghu.
This represented the absolute limit of body-forging techniques.
By stubbornly pursuing artifact methods over conventional body refinement—which harmonized perfectly with living flesh—they inevitably fell short.
Blade Maniac crouched low, palms and knees pressing the ground in a toad-like stance.
His foundational martial art was Toad Style. Every technique derived from this origin. Combined with his superpower, it transformed him into an undefeatable war machine!
Bihai Branch personnel rescued by Jiang Li shuddered. Even without crossing blows, Blade Maniac’s aura alone proclaimed his might.
No wonder even fifth-tier superhumans fell before him. His combat prowess stood too high.
Had he not been obsessed with battle, his status within the Superhuman Cult would have soared far higher.
Gathering energy, Blade Maniac bellowed: “I was wrong!”
Facing Jiang Li felt like standing before an insurmountable mountain, beneath endless azure skies, or against boundless oceanic depths.
Before this embodiment of grandeur, Blade Maniac was but an ordinary man—utterly incomparable.
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“Where electricity flows, I am invincible!”
A Superhuman Cult member harnessed lightning, draining Bihai Branch’s power supply. Arcs plowed through floors and ceilings wherever he moved, carving deep trenches.
“I am the God of Darkness! The God of Light!”
“It’s ‘Lightning Boy’—that fourth-tier lunatic from the Cult!” screamed a Binhai Branch agent.
Though the Cult worshipped deities, this member proclaimed himself divine—sheer madness.
A colleague elbowed the screamer. “He’s called Child of Thunder, not Lightning Boy.”
“No wonder ‘Lightning Boy’ sounded weird—like calling my village buddy.”
The corrected agent promptly amended: “It’s Child of Thunder! That fourth-tier Superhuman Cult maniac!”
True to his claims, Child of Thunder reigned supreme wherever electricity flowed—which meant nearly everywhere nowadays.
Every opponent fell before him without exception, hair scorched and smoking.
“Didn’t our bureau have someone with insulation powers? Find him!”
“…That’s probably me. My power’s ‘women insulation’—not electricity.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
Child of Thunder rampaged unchecked. Walls, doors, furniture, lab equipment—all split by lightning.
“Your thunder techniques are utterly pathetic, yet you dare call yourself Child of Thunder?” A calm voice cut through as Jiang Li strolled forward, ignoring crackling arcs. One slap sent the pretender flying.
Had this impostor studied thunder techniques in any Nine Provinces sect, teaching elders would have caned his hands swollen.
Even dogs performed thunder techniques better.
A Nascent Soul cultivator’s thunder arts surpassed this amateur’s crude, energy-wasting methods.
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Any observer witnessing Bihai Branch’s situation would see Jiang Li appearing simultaneously everywhere.
Manifesting countless copies, he neutralized every Cult member instantly.
Yet many weren’t saved by Jiang Li—but by mysterious sword beams slicing through threats.
Each single stroke surpassed countless techniques, piercing any superpower defense.
Bai Hongtu stood at the underground complex’s heart, spiritual sense scanning as his sword rained countless gleaming strikes.
“Long time since I’ve seen your Rainfall Sword,” Jiang Li’s main body observed nearby, sleeves tucked and smiling.
Rainfall Sword was Bai Hongtu’s lifebound spiritual treasure, acquired during his Nascent Soul stage.
A growth-type artifact, it ascended alongside its master’s cultivation—reaching peak Dao artifact level at Bai Hongtu’s Tribulation Transcendence stage, barely shy of immortal-grade.
When the sword developed sentience but couldn’t match Bai Hongtu’s techniques, he let it focus solely on swordsmanship.
Years later, Rainfall Sword had progressed tremendously, finally ready to rejoin battle—though this barely qualified as combat.
These strikes couldn’t even kill Unity Stage cultivators, far from Bai Hongtu’s true capability.
“Just letting it bask under fluorescent lights,” Bai Hongtu joked, flourishing his blade before sheathing it.
To Shao Junyi and Peng Hailiang, the pair seemed like descended deities, effortlessly commanding the situation.
“Your Superhuman Cult rivals even your Bureau,” Jiang Li teased Shao Junyi. For a civilian organization to challenge the Superhuman Management Bureau’s authority demonstrated frightening strength.
Jiang Li’s spiritual sense had scanned Cult records—devotees of the “Three-Eyed True God.” Their myths claimed its three eyes represented past, present and future.
The “present” eye alone remained open because this was the “present gaze.”
The other two eyes actually observed past and future simultaneously—simply invisible to present observers.
Their leader preached that the “future eye” foresaw superhumans ruling absolutely.
Thus the Cult sought to overthrow current regimes for superhuman dominion.
They believed their awakened powers marked them as heaven’s chosen, confirmed by the Three-Eyed True God’s visions.
What superhuman didn’t feel special? This ideology attracted countless recruits.
Rather than the True God choosing followers, followers chose which beliefs suited them.