Those four words exploded like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens deep within Ye Linger's Soul!
Her eyes snapped wide, her small mouth unconsciously parting as she stared at her Master, who stood right before her.
That incomparably beautiful, serene face—those eyes as deep as a starlit sea, capable of holding the whole world… an Immortal Ascension?
Her own Master… was actually one of those supreme existences in the Ascension Realm?
On the same level as the Azure Profound Empress who had ruled the Eastern Domain for tens of thousands of years?
The overwhelming shock drowned her, leaving her mind blank.
Right then, Ye Zhenyue in the sky above had clearly run out of patience.
Seeing Gu Han whispering with Ye Linger, he assumed they were plotting counter-measures, and his fury blazed hotter.
'This Elder asks you one last time!'
Ye Zhenyue's voice was icy, laced with thick menace:
'Ye Linger—hand it over or not?!'
His Aura and that of the ten Qingfeng Guards behind him erupted at once, merging into one.
The pressure of a Peak Fusion Cultivator mixed with murderous Evil Qi crashed downward like a tangible tide!
Many low-level Disciples within the Ye Residence turned deathly pale and staggered.
Gu Han gently drew the still-stunned Ye Linger behind her and passed her to A Yao at her side.
'A Yao, watch your Junior Sister.'
'Mm-hmm! Don't worry, Master-Mummy!'
A Yao nodded vigorously, small hands clamping Ye Linger's cold fingers tight.
Her little face was full of the solemn vow: I'll protect my Junior Sister.
Only then did Gu Han lift her gaze to the airship and the hostile crowd above.
In an instant her eyes shifted from the gentleness she showed her Disciples to a calm, aloof look—as though surveying ants.
'Since you're so eager to die… then die.'
The moment the words fell—
She didn't even form a hand seal or chant an incantation.
She simply lifted the same right hand that had just wiped Ye Linger's tears, casually pressed it downward toward the sky.
The motion was light, almost careless, as if brushing away a bothersome fly.
Yet the instant her palm descended—
BOOM—!!!
The entire sky above the Ye Residence abruptly darkened!
An indescribable, irresistible terror descended!
Clouds and winds reversed; Spiritual Qi shattered.
A titanic palm, several miles across, condensed out of thin air!
The hand was white as jade, every palm-line clear, each ridge seeming to hold the supreme principle of Heaven and Earth, circulating dao rhyme that could crush everything.
It appeared without warning, and in the instant it appeared it replaced that whole patch of sky!
On the azure thunder boat, Ye Zhenyue's rage froze into utter horror.
He wanted to roar, to summon Magic Treasures, to unleash Divine Abilities… but under that palm his Peak Fusion cultivation, the battle-fury of the ten Soul Transformation Qingfeng Guards—like snow beneath the sun—melted before a single thought of resistance could form.
He could only watch, helpless, as that palm—like the will of the Heavenly Dao made flesh—gently closed toward him, toward the azure thunder boat, toward them all.
No earth-shaking roar, no violent blast of energy—
Only a dull, heart-stopping 'pop'.
Like… crushing a ripe fruit.
Beneath the sky-blotting palm, the thirty-meter-long azure thunder boat—strong enough to withstand attacks from Fusion Cultivators—
along with Third Elder Ye Zhenyue at Peak Fusion, ten Soul Transformation Qingfeng Guards, and every accompanying retainer—was crushed like a sand sculpture under invisible force, boat and people disintegrating into nothingness in an instant!
They turned into the finest dust, mingling with burst specks of Spiritual Qi, drifting on the wind.
Not a scrap of wreckage, not a drop of blood remained.
It was as if they had never existed in this world.
Only faint ripples of residual Spiritual Qi in the air proved what had just happened was no illusion.
Having accomplished that casual strike, the giant palm vanished as silently as it had appeared.
Sunlight returned; the sky was a flawless blue.
It was as if that sky-blotting, erasing palm had been a collective hallucination.
Yet… the whole of Luoxing City was deathly silent.
Inside and outside the Ye Residence, whether Ye Nantian and the other Ye higher-ups, ordinary Disciples, servants, or Cultivators of other forces who had come to watch in secret—everyone stood petrified, motionless.
Their eyes were stretched to the limit, pupils shrunk to pin-points, faces filled with utter shock, terror, and blank bewilderment.
What… had just happened?
That awe-inspiring Main Family Branch airship… those powerful Qingfeng Guards… that Peak Fusion Third Elder… just… gone?
Swatted away by that silver-haired woman… with a casual slap?
Not even ash left?
Time seemed to stretch and freeze.
Only when an autumn breeze lifted a few dead leaves, sending them spinning with a faint rustle, did the suffocating silence break.
Thud!
Thud! Thud!
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