Chapter 34 Even if I were to support my son's chariot with one hand, I would still be invincible in the world!
Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.
On the playground, you could hear a pin drop, and everyone stood there dumbfounded.
In the scene depicted on the screen, the black-robed youth named Ye Qingyu was covered in blood, his white hair as white as snow.
He stood on a Tai Chi diagram, with the Kunpeng Dharma image slowly dissipating behind him.
In his hand, he was still holding the arm that belonged to the True Immortal An Cangtian, his hair flying wildly, as if a demon god had descended.
Mortal body slays immortal!
The supreme being defies the true immortal!
The impact of this scene on the Douluo Continent was even more intense than the scene of the God of Destruction being instantly killed.
"Gurgle."
Half a day later, Dai Mubai was the first to come to his senses and couldn't help but swallow.
He looked at the black-robed youth in the sky, covered in blood yet still standing as firm as a mountain, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
"This...is this the battle from that world?"
"Tear the sky apart, shatter the stars."
"Moreover, he was willing to destroy his six-thousand-year-old foundation simply because of a word from his master!"
"Madmen, they're all madmen!"
Seeing this, Oscar's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked at Dai Mubai beside him, stammering:
"Boss Dai, is that Ye Qingyu really just a mortal?"
"How could a mortal be so strong? And even grow wings to fly so high?"
"If he's just an ordinary person, then what are we Soul Masters who possess Martial Souls, or even top-tier Martial Souls? Are we crippled?"
This blow was a thousand times heavier than seeing the God of Destruction being snatched away!
Because Ye Qingyu showed them through his actions that even the most ordinary mortal in that world, as long as they were willing to fight and had great perseverance, could defy the heavens and defeat the immortals, trampling the so-called gods and immortals under their feet!
Amidst the crowd, Tang San's expression shifted between light and dark.
He stared intently at the sky, not participating in the discussion, only muttering to himself:
"Nurturing the sword for six thousand years, only to unleash its power in this one moment..."
"This method of cultivation and this kind of courage are simply unheard of!"
Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but take a deep breath, silently comparing the two situations in his mind:
"If it were me, would I go to this lengths because of a teacher's words or that so-called theory?"
Then, his gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang, who was slumped on the ground, looking dazed, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he said:
"Ha, absolutely impossible!"
"If it were about ruining my future for this useless teacher, I wouldn't do it. I would even unhesitatingly shower him with a barrage of needles and then use the King of Hell's Decree to dissolve his bones!"
"Only the strong are respected!"
"People like Ye Qingyu are true seeds of cultivation, while the Immortal Lord of the Primordial Immortal Court is the one who deserves to be called Master!"
Thinking of this, Tang San's desire to go to the Perfect World had reached its peak.
Although Tang San cursed Ye Qingyu for being foolish in his heart, his trembling fingers betrayed his inner jealousy.
He was jealous of Ye Qingyu's courage, and even more jealous that the so-called Immortal Master could teach such a devoted disciple!
"Even a mortal can slay an immortal..."
Under the sky, Tang San stared intently at Ye Qingyu, his mind replaying the terrifying moves of Yin and Yang in reverse and Kunpeng fighting the dragon.
"That power was too perfect, too domineering!"
"In comparison, my hidden weapons and my proud twin martial souls are probably pitifully insignificant."
"and..."
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Tang San took a deep breath, his eyes flashing:
"This Ye Qingyu, who can tear even a True Immortal apart, is only at the tenth rank?"
"tenth?!"
"What kind of charisma must the nine senior brothers and sisters ahead of him possess? Have they all already become immortals?!"
"And the immortal lord who trained these ten monsters..."
The thought sent chills down Tang San's spine. He glanced at the terrified honey badger beside him, then muttered to himself with disdain in his eyes:
"No, Yu Xiaogang is a good-for-nothing and doesn't deserve to be my teacher."
"The Primordial Celestial Court, the Celestial Lord?"
"Let me be your eleventh sequence!"
...
Starry Sky Forest, Core Area.
Beside the Lake of Life.
As the Immortal King's massive hand, wreathed in chaotic energy, reached out from the sky, the Beast God Di Tian, who had been maintaining his dignity, finally could no longer hold on.
"Thump!"
And just like that, this 800,000-year-old ferocious beast overlord actually knelt heavily on both knees, smashing two deep craters into the ground.
He didn't want to kneel, but for some reason, after that giant hand appeared, the dragon blood in his body trembled violently, and even forced him to kneel on the spot.
"That's too powerful..."
At this moment, Di Tian was trembling all over, his golden eyes filled with terror:
"And that True Immortal named An Cangtian, just a single drop of his blood is enough to suppress me!"
"But that Ye Qingyu actually defied the odds and attacked the immortals with his mortal body, tearing them apart alive!"
"Even if the Dragon God were to be resurrected, he probably couldn't achieve this level of combat power!"
In front of Di Tian, the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena was in no better condition than him.
Her stunningly beautiful face was now deathly pale, and her purple eyes reflected the colossal, chaotic hand that blotted out the sky. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.
"Did I underestimate the power of this higher-dimensional world...?" Gu Yuena looked at the terrifying scene of the sky being covered by clouds, her face filled with despair.
As one of the Dragon God's incarnations, she possesses the Dragon God's wisdom and vision, so naturally she sees things more clearly than anyone else.
"The laws of that world are terrifying."
"The power that Ye Qingyu and An Cangtian released during their fight alone was probably enough to flatten our entire Douluo Continent."
"As for that giant hand that finally reached out..."
At this point, Gu Yuena also stared intently at the chaotic hand that emerged from the Primordial Celestial Court, ignoring space and time, and heading straight for the Immortal King.
"If this palm strike lands, what about the God Realm, the Dragon God, the Douluo Plane..."
"They will all turn to dust in an instant, leaving not even a trace!"
"Pass down the order."
"From this day forward, those who are chosen will see the people of the Primordial Celestial Court as if they were seeing true gods!"
"Because this is the only way for our soul beast race to survive!"
...
Poseidon Island, Poseidon Temple.
Poseidon stood atop the highest point of the temple, scepter in hand, the sea breeze ruffling her noble robes.
In the past, whenever she stood here, she was the embodiment of the sea, an invincible presence.
But today, this Sea God Douluo felt like a lone boat adrift in a raging sea, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
"Lord Poseidon..."
Poseidon looked up at the enormous statue of the sea god in the hall, and for the first time, a hint of confusion and wavering appeared in his eyes.
In the sky, the golden hand that emerged from the alien realm merely released its aura, causing the crimson earth to shatter and stars to fall.
That was truly plucking stars from the sky and seizing the moon, destroying the heavens and the earth.
"You once told me that God is omnipotent and the ruler of all beings."
"But now even the God of Destruction has lost, and lost so thoroughly."
"Ye Qingyu is merely a mortal, yet he can unleash such earth-shattering power. Is this what the world calls an immortal?"
Poseidon muttered to herself, her fingers gripping the scepter turning white from the excessive force:
"Nurturing the sword for six thousand years, just for one battle."
"How many Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent can achieve this kind of dedication and Daoist resolve?"
"We rely too much on martial spirits and spirit rings."
"Once we lose these external things, we are as vulnerable as a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out."
"And they..."
Poseidon took a deep breath and his gaze fell on the two terrifying giant hands in the sky.
Even across endless time and space, that oppressive aura still made her feel breathless, and her soul power seemed to be frozen, unable to circulate at all.
"That's true power at the level of a creator!"
"Even if the Sea God himself were to appear, he would probably be nothing more than a speck of dust before these two enormous hands."
Just how vast is the difference between the two dimensions...?
...
Meanwhile, in the Douluo God Realm.
The main hall of the committee.
The god of evil slumped to the ground, his previous arrogance completely gone, his eyes now empty.
"Defeat the enemy in one move, slay a true immortal with a sword, the Immortal King descends..."
"How dare Ye Qingyu? How dare he wield his sword against a True Immortal?!"
The evil god could not comprehend not only the true gap between the two sides, but also everything brought about by the difference in their realms.
In the realm of gods, there is a strict hierarchy, with each level superseding the one below it.
Lower-ranking gods must show utmost respect when they meet higher-ranking gods.
But that Ye Qingyu not only refused to kneel before immortals, but also dared to defy true immortals, and even dared to draw his sword against the Immortal King!
This outrageous behavior completely overturned their understanding!
"That's because...he has a true giant standing behind him..."
At this moment, the Asura God, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
However, the Asura God at this moment was completely different from before. He looked like a wilted eggplant, his head drooping, his voice hoarse and trembling as he said:
Did you see that?
"That hand seems to be the hand of the Lord of the Primordial Celestial Court!"
"It was he who made the move, protecting his disciple at the crucial moment!"
Upon hearing this, the gods, who had been in a daze, were suddenly awakened and turned their gazes toward the giant hand of chaos.
The hand was crystal clear like jade, and each finger seemed to be formed from the laws of the Great Dao. Amidst the swirling chaotic energy, one could vaguely see vast worlds being born, dying, and revolving!
In comparison, An Lan's large hand covered with golden scales, though equally terrifying, seemed to be slightly weaker in terms of imposing presence.
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