I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 490. A Super Genius? Merely Messing My Threshold
"The Empire has fifty-one regions, each with at least five billion people. As a result, there have been at least a hundred thousand geniuses over the past ten thousand years, if not a million. These so-called geniuses are considered remarkable if they can learn to wear an A-level spirit garment within a hundred years, and fifty years is their limit."

"But super geniuses are different. These future gods can learn an A-level spirit garment in just 20 years."

If it were even faster, 10 years or 5 years wouldn't be impossible. Theoretically speaking, the maximum learning speed of a super genius is two years, and in two years, they can directly obtain an A-level spirit garment.

Of course, achieving an A-level rank in two years is something very few people, even super geniuses, can do.

After listening to Gokudera Yasuto's words, Xia Feng roughly understood.

The standard for defining a super genius is probably learning to wear an A-grade Spirit Robe within 20 years.

Is this the super genius that all the major powers regard as a treasure?
In fact, Xia Feng did not expect that the definition of a super genius would be based on 'years', not even 'days'.

Xia Feng couldn't help but recall when Miss Mu learned her first A-level skill.
That's wrong. It should be that when Xia Feng learned his first A-level skill, it only took him 18 minutes.

It took me 15 minutes to learn the second A-level skill, the God King Statue, and only 9 minutes to learn the third and most difficult A-level set skill.

It's visibly clear that Miss Mu's—no, I should say Xia Feng's—learning speed is improving rapidly. I wonder what his maximum learning speed for A-level will be?
But regardless of the number, Xia Feng now understands one thing: Super geniuses? They're just passing through my doorstep.
As he pondered, Xia Feng glanced at Ye Likong and the just holy son Jiawen, then looked towards the distant horizon.

Besides the Ye Li clan, the seven powerful clans, known as the seven great families of the empire, also sent their own geniuses, but most of them were only at the True Martial Realm Level 2.

Representatives from various legions also came, including some who were at the Venerable Realm.

The one who came from the Elemental Church was a nun at the True Martial Realm Level 2, not Mushroom, which made Xia Feng somewhat disappointed and also a little strange.

Both Justice and Black Moon have young geniuses who have reached the Venerable Realm, but what about Element?
Shaking his head, Xia Feng scanned the surroundings again, trying to see if Miss Mu would blend in with these people.

Currently, no new synchronization information has appeared from the Heart of Calamity, which likely means that Miss Mu has not improved her strength but is hiding somewhere in hiding.

The most likely explanation is that he has disguised himself as a member of one of these forces, infiltrated them, and entered the Abyss of Sorrow together.

Unfortunately, Xia Feng didn't discover anything amiss.

"Fuck-"

Just as Xia Feng was wondering, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, a piercing metallic clang rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A woman nearly two meters tall appeared in the east as the sun rose.

She was fully armed with a ferocious and rugged blood-red heavy armor. Beneath her flowing blood-red hair, the left half of her face was covered by a cold and dark abyss mask, while the exposed skin on the right half of her face was pale red, and the pupil of one narrow eye reflected the black moon.

She carried a three-meter-long giant sword in her hand, the eerie blade constantly oozing blood dragging on the ground. As she walked towards the crowd, the giant sword carved a deep, straight furrow in the ground, which showed its terrifying weight.

On the back of the blade, a line of characters fluttered, gleaming with a blood-red light: [Blood Prison]

A half-step behind her was a man with similarly red skin, long, blood-red hair, wearing reflective square glasses, and with delicate features.

"These two are Olivia and her dual cultivation partner, Russell," Gokudera Yasuto continued to explain to Xia Feng.

"Do you see that big sword dragging on the ground? At least 100,000 people have died under that sword."

"You could say that anyone who provokes this madwoman, anyone who has a grudge against her, even if it's just a small grudge, will be used by her as a sacrifice."

Hearing this introduction, Xia Feng raised an eyebrow. Was it really that absurd? So none of the four saintesses of the Black Moon Church were normal people?
However, it is worth noting that both Olivia and Russell are of African descent.

Many years ago, there were actually seven or eight different races with different skin colors. However, many of these skin colors have since disappeared, leaving only three: yellow, white, and red. Yellow people make up nearly 70% of the population and are the dominant race. They also constitute the majority of the seven powerful clans and various military legions.

About 28% are white, and the remaining 2% are rare red-skinned races.

This race is characterized by pale red or even deep red skin, pointed ears like elf ears, and is known for its beautiful women.

The empire's upper nobility particularly favored people with this skin color, regardless of whether they were male or female.

Of course, Xia Feng disagreed; red skin was not within his aesthetic range.

"So, what does your Black Moon Church mean by this?"

Ye Likong, clad in golden armor, stood atop a layer of pale golden clouds, looking down indifferently. "Just a reminder," he said, "the Black Moon Church only has one spot for an important figure to enter the Abyss of Sorrow. Don't overstep your bounds."

"Dong dong!"

The Black Moon Scepter struck the ground, and directly in front of the portal stood two elderly men dressed in crimson priest robes.

One of the old men had a black moon mark between his eyebrows; he was Cardinal Oberyn.

He raised his aged eyes and scanned the three holy maidens: "My ladies, is there anyone who has voluntarily withdrawn?"

Jiang Qiu'e remained calm, while Olivia showed no emotion.

Only Chana Yuki gave a faint laugh: "I'm withdrawing."

She has grudges against Jiang Qiu'e and Olivia, and if she doesn't back down, she'll only be brutally abused.

Therefore, although there were things she wanted in Beiqiu Abyss, after much consideration, she decided to give up the competition, so as not to reveal her trump card too early.

Aubrey waited two more seconds, then nodded and tossed the golden bead into the air.

"Whoever grabs this bead wins and gets a spot to enter the Abyss of Sorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bead shot up a thousand meters into the sky, straight into the clouds.

After a whoosh, it disappeared without a trace, only causing thunderous roars in the clouds and golden rays of light to illuminate the sky.

Olivia and Jiang Qiu'e exchanged a glance across the distance, their calm gazes seemingly reflecting a grudge between them.

Olivia turned her gaze to Xia Feng beside her and said indifferently, "Is it your artificial life form?"

Jiang Qiu'e's ethereal and beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

At the same time, Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine. The two-meter-tall woman's ferocious armor in the distance seemed to exude an icy, ancient aura, chillingly cold.

Especially the woman's indifferent gaze, as if she were looking at a dead person as worthless as grass.

"Whoosh-"

The woman's large knife, which she had used to plow furrows into the ground, suddenly flashed and was instantly above Xia Feng's head, striking him squarely on the skull as it came down!
Xia Feng was cut in two.

(End of this chapter)