Chapter 49 Obliteration with a Single Palm Strike
He slowly raised his palm; no dazzling light radiated from it, only a simple bluish-gray palm shadow gently extended forward.
The edge of the palm shimmered faintly with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Though seemingly plain and unremarkable, it carried a profound and formidable power that returned to the essence of nature.
As the palm shadow swept across the sea of lightning, the purple-gold thunder serpents, as if encountering their nemesis, retreated like a tide, and the roaring thunder sea instantly lost its momentum.
When it collided with the black-red poisonous array, the blood-colored venomous insects instantly turned to dust and fell, while the toxic smoke dissipated completely under the palm wind.
Finally, when it met the ice-blue sword qi, the thousand-zhang sword aura shattered like glass, and the ice crystal fragments melted away into the palm shadow.
“This palm technique... how is there not even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation?”
“The combined ultimate moves of these three ninth-layer Consolidation stage experts... were just so casually broken?”
The surrounding cultivators gaped in astonishment. This seemingly ordinary palm technique possessed an overwhelming power that crushed everything beneath it, far more terrifying than those flashy divine arts.
“What? How is this possible?” Lei Xiaotian and the other two were deeply shocked to see their ultimate moves shattered by this palm technique.
The palm shadow emitted no dazzling brilliance, nor did it display any domineering spiritual energy fluctuations.
Yet it wielded such a terrifying power, completely annihilating their proud signature skills.
But there was no time to ponder further. The three watched helplessly as the palm shadow approached. Shock had long since overtaken their fear, and they hastily activated their defensive treasures to counter the attack.
Lei Xiaotian hurriedly summoned the “Mystic Thunder Turtle Shell,” a treasured artifact forged from millennia-old thunder-patterned stone that had once accompanied him in withstanding three heavy blows from a Divine Transformation stage expert on Black Wind Ridge.
Yin Mei swiftly turned and deployed the “Netherworld Insect Shield,” a shield forged from the shells of ten thousand Netherworld insects fused with mysterious iron. Its dark purple glow had once withstood a full strike from a Divine Transformation stage cultivator without damage.
Xie Xuan crossed his sword in front of his chest. The Azure Spirit Sword, forged from extreme northern mystical ice iron mixed with stardust, bore three cold ice runes along its spine. Three years ago, it had resisted the fiery divine arts of a Divine Transformation cultivator.
However, that palm came down lightly, its edge flowing with bluish-gray spiritual energy of heaven and earth, seemingly plain but carrying an irresistible majesty.
All three defensive treasures were effortlessly pierced by the bluish-gray palm shadow.
The three ninth-layer Consolidation stage masters were flung backward like kites with broken strings, crashing into the white jade mountain gate with resounding thuds. The hard jade gate cracked in three spiderweb fractures. They slid to the ground, their necks twisted at grotesque angles, their breaths long extinguished.
“Three... three ninth-layer Consolidation stage experts... just died like that?” The cultivators nearby went weak at the knees, collapsing in a heap, staring at the white-robed figure on the high platform as if they had seen the living embodiment of death.
“My heavens! Three ninth-layer Consolidation stage experts wiped out in an instant? What kind of monster is this Ye Chentian?”
“Those were the ones who could stand against Divine Transformation! How are they no stronger than paper?”
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“Wiped out three ninth-layer Consolidation stage experts in a blink! What is the true power of Sect Leader Ye?”
Hundreds of Elders from the three great powers froze in shock, their arrogance instantly turning to bone-deep terror.
Panic spread like a plague through the crowd.
Some turned and fled toward the mountain’s outskirts, only to be tripped by companions, the sounds of trampling and cries mingling chaotically.
The once intimidating crowd descended into utter chaos, their former swagger completely vanished.
“A bunch of clowns, daring to wreak havoc in my Xuanyuan Sect?” Ye Chentian’s voice was calm and even, yet it crashed like thunder in everyone’s ears, halting the panic-stricken Elders mid-flight.
He slowly lifted his gaze, sweeping over the chaotic crowd. Bluish-gray spiritual energy flickered at his fingertips. “Since you dare to come, then stay!”
“Let the other powers in the Eastern Domain witness the fate of those who provoke the Xuanyuan Sect.”
Before his words faded, Ye Chentian’s presence as an Immortal Emperor spread like a tidal wave. The fleeing cultivators were instantly frozen in place, their faces draining of blood, losing even the strength to struggle.
With a light flick of his sleeve, an invisible force swept across the entire scene.
Hundreds of Elders from the three great powers didn’t even scream before turning to ash in an instant.
“A bunch of ants, daring to pollute the gates of my Xuanyuan Sect.”
He looked down at his newly recruited disciples, his voice calm but resonating like a blast in their ears: “Remember well—this is the rule of the Xuanyuan Sect: If no one provokes me, I will not provoke them; but if anyone provokes me, I will annihilate your entire sect!”
Qin Feng gripped his sword hilt so tightly it creaked, the flames of revenge blazing fiercely in his eyes.
“The might of the Master is truly terrifying! With him here, the blood feud with the Black Sha Sect will surely be avenged! The 373 souls of Tianjian Manor are waiting for me!”
“Sect Leader is truly incredible! I must cultivate diligently, never disappoint the Master, and one day become as strong as him to protect the sect!”
Zhao Hao stared at the blood-stained white jade mountain gate, a cold sweat breaking out down the back of his neck—
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