I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 522 - 490. Super genius? That’s just the threshold to meet me.

"The Empire consists of fifty-one major districts, each with at least five billion people. Therefore, over tens of thousands of years, there haven’t been a million geniuses, but there have surely been one hundred thousand. These so-called geniuses are considered noteworthy if they can master A-grade Spiritual Clothes within a hundred years, and fifty years is already their limit."

"But super geniuses are different. These favored children of the heavens, who possess the potential to ascend to godhood, need only 20 years to learn an A-grade Spiritual Clothes.

If they’re even quicker, 10 years, or even 5, is not impossible. Theoretically, the maximum learning speed of super geniuses is two years, with which they can directly master A-grade Spiritual Clothes.

Of course, mastering an A-grade in two years is something even super geniuses can seldom achieve."

Upon hearing Master Yusi’s explanation, Xia Feng roughly understood.

The criteria for defining a super genius seemed to be the ability to learn A-grade Spiritual Clothes within 20 years.

So these are the super geniuses that all the major powers treasure like jewels?

In fact, Xia Feng didn’t expect that defining a super genius would involve counting in ’years’ and not even ’days.’

Xia Feng couldn’t help but recall when Miss Mu... no, when he himself learned the first A-grade— he had only taken 18 minutes.

To master the second A-grade, the Divine King Statue, it took 15 minutes, and the third and most difficult, an A-grade suit, took only 9 minutes.

Visibly, Miss Mu’s... uh, no, it should be his own learning speed was rapidly improving. Xia Feng wondered what his limit for learning A-grade would be?

But no matter what it was, Xia Feng had learned one thing by now—that being a super genius was merely a threshold he surpassed with ease~

As he pondered, Xia Feng’s gaze swept over Yeli Kong and the Justice Saint Jia Wen, looking off into the distant skyline.

Beyond the Yeli family, renowned as one of the Empire’s top seven noble powers, talents from each of these seven major influential families were sent, but they were mostly only of the True Martial Second Realm.

Various legions also sent representatives, among whom there were those of the Venerate One Realm.

An emissary from the Elemental Church was a True Martial Second Realm nun, not a Mushroom, which disappointed Xia Feng somewhat but also intrigued him.

Were there no young geniuses who had reached the Venerable Realm in the Elemental Church, just like in Justice and Black Moon?

Shaking his head, Xia Feng cast another glance around, trying to see if Miss Mu might have blended in with these people.

Now, there had been no new synchronization information from the Evil Demon Heart, which probably meant that Miss Mu had not increased her strength further but was lying in wait somewhere.

The most likely possibility was that she had already disguised herself as a member of one of these powers and infiltrated them to enter together into the Beiqiu Abyss.

Unfortunately, Xia Feng did not notice any clue.

"Zzzlaaa—"

As Xia Feng mused in confusion, a harsh, clanging footstep and the jarring sound of metal striking jolted everyone’s attention.

They looked toward the sound to see a figure, nearly two meters tall, appear beneath the sunrise to the east.

She was clad in a ferocious and rugged suit of blood-red armor, and beneath the flowing blood-red hair, the left side of her face bore a stark, chillingly dark abyss mask, while the right side of her face exposed pale red skin and a slender eye reflecting the Black Moon.

In her hand, she carried a three-meter-long greatsword, its grotesque bleeding blade dragging on the ground. With each step she took towards the crowd, the sword carved a deep, straight furrow in the ground, hinting at its terrifying heft.

On the back of the sword, a line of soaring characters shimmered with a blood-red glow: "Blood Prison."

Falling half a step behind her was a man, also with red skin and blood-red long hair, wearing reflective square-framed glasses, with a delicately handsome face.

"These two are Olivia and her Dual Cultivation partner, Russell," Master Yusi continued to inform Xia Feng.

"See that greatsword being dragged on the ground? The number of souls who have perished beneath that blade is no less than one hundred thousand."

"You could say that, anyone who provokes this madwoman, or has a grudge against her, even a small one, will be used by her to ’sharpen her knife.’"

"....." Hearing this introduction, Xia Feng couldn’t help raising his eyebrows. Could it be that none of the four Holy Daughters of the Black Moon Church were sane?

However, another point worth noting was that both Olivia and Russell belonged to the red race.

Years ago, the human race actually had seven or eight different skin colors, but many of them had vanished over time, leaving just three: yellow, white, and red.

Of these, yellow-skinned people accounted for nearly 70% of the population, constituting the main racial group, as well as the majority within the seven leading families and the major legions.

The white race made up about 28%, and the remaining 2% were the rare red-skinned race.

This race’s characteristics include pale to deep red skin, sharp and delicate ears like those of elves, and a high occurrence of beauties.

The upper echelons of the Empire particularly fancied people of this skin type, whether male or female.

Of course, Xia Feng did not agree with this; the red skin didn’t fall within his aesthetic preferences.

"So, what is the Black Moon Church implying?"

Yeli Kong, clad in golden armor, stood on a field of light golden clouds, looking down indifferently. "Just a reminder, the Black Moon Church has only one spot for an important person to enter the Beiqiu Abyss, so don’t overstep your bounds."

"Boom! Boom!"

The Black Moon Scepter struck the ground, and right in front of the Space Gate stood two old men clad in deep red priest robes.

One of them, marked with the Black Moon on his brow, was none other than Red Archbishop O’Beilein.

He lifted his weathered eyes, scanning the three Holy Daughters, "Is there anyone among you distinguished ladies who would voluntarily withdraw?"

Jiang Qiue’s expression remained calm, and Olivia looked indifferent.

Only Cha Naixue chuckled lightly, "I will withdraw."

She had grudges against both Jiang Qiue and Olivia, and if she didn’t withdraw, she would only be brutally tortured.

For this reason, even though there were things she desired inside the Beiqiu Abyss, she had decided, after much consideration, to forgo the competition to avoid revealing her strengths too soon.

O’Beilein waited another two seconds, then finally nodded, tossing a golden bead into the air.

"Whoever captures this bead will be declared the winner and earn the spot to enter the Beiqiu Abyss."

As soon as the words fell, the bead shot up a thousand meters into the sky and right into the clouds.

After a whooshing sound, it disappeared, leaving only thunder rumbling through the clouds, while golden light illuminated the dome of the sky.

Olivia and Jiang Qiue exchanged looks across the void, their calm gazes meeting, seeming to bear grudges against each other as well.

Olivia’s gaze shifted, looking towards Xia Feng who stood beside her, her voice emotionless, "Is this your artificial lifeform?"

Jiang Qiue’s ethereal eyes narrowed slightly.

At the same time, a bone-chilling coldness rose in Xia Feng’s heart. Off in the distance, the daunting armor of the woman two meters away seemed to be exuding an ancient and icy breath, ominously cold.

Especially that woman’s indifferent gaze, as if she were looking upon a dead weed.

"Whoosh—"

The woman’s large sword that had carved grooves into the ground suddenly vanished and reappeared in an instant right above Xia Feng’s head, striking down directly towards his skull, cleaving him in two!

Xia Feng was split in half by a single blow.