Chapter 34: Even While Supporting My Son's Chariot with One Hand, I Remain Invincible in the World!
Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.
On the training field, the atmosphere was so silent that even a pin dropping could be heard. Everyone stood frozen in place.
On the sky screen, the black-robed young man named Ye Qingyu was drenched in blood, his white hair as pale as snow.
Beneath his feet lay a Taiji Dao diagram, while behind him, the Kunpeng manifestation was slowly dissipating.
In his hand, he still held the severed arm that belonged to the True Immortal An Cangtian. His long hair fluttered wildly as if a demonic god had descended upon the world.
A mortal body slaying an immortal.
A Supreme being defying the heavens to kill a True Immortal.
The impact this scene had on the Douluo Continent was even greater than the earlier moment when the God of Destruction had been instantly killed.
"Gulp."
After a long while, Dai Mubai was the first to come back to his senses. He swallowed hard.
Looking at the blood-covered, black-robed youth on the sky screen, who still stood firm like an unshakable mountain, his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Th… this is the kind of battle that happens in that world?"
"Tearing apart the heavens, shattering stars."
"And he did all that just because of a single sentence from his master. He even destroyed six thousand years of his own cultivation foundation!"
"Madmen, they're all madmen!"
Seeing this, Oscar beside him also swallowed nervously. Looking at Dai Mubai, he stammered while trembling.
"Boss Dai, that Ye Qingyu… is he really just a mortal?"
"How can a mortal be that strong? He even grew wings and flew so high!"
"If he's really a mortal, then what are we Soul Masters who possess martial souls, even top-tier martial souls? Are we just cripples?"
This kind of blow was hundreds, even thousands of times heavier than when they saw the God of Destruction being grabbed away.
Because Ye Qingyu had proven with his actions that, in that world, even the most ordinary mortal could defy the heavens and slay immortals as long as they were willing to fight with their lives and possessed great determination. They could trample those so-called immortals and gods beneath their feet.
Among the crowd, however, Tang San's expression flickered uncertainly.
He stared fixedly at the sky screen without joining the discussion, merely muttering to himself.
"Nurturing a sword for six thousand years, just for a single moment of eruption…"
"This kind of cultivation method and this kind of courage are simply unheard of."
Thinking of this, Tang San took a deep breath and began comparing in his mind.
"If it were me… for a single sentence from my teacher, for that so-called theory, would I go this far?"
Immediately afterward, his gaze swept toward Yu Xiaogang, who was sitting on the ground nearby with a blank, stunned expression. A cold arc slowly formed at the corner of Tang San's lips.
"Heh. Absolutely impossible."
"If I were asked to destroy my future for the sake of this useless teacher, not only would I refuse, I would immediately give him a Torrential Pear Blossom Needle and then dissolve his corpse with the Yama's Invitation."
"The strong only respect the strong."
"Someone like Ye Qingyu is the true seed of cultivation. And the Immortal Lord of the Primordial Immortal Court is the one truly worthy of being called a master."
At that moment, Tang San's desire to go to the Perfect World had reached its peak.
Although Tang San cursed Ye Qingyu as foolish in his heart, the trembling of his fingers betrayed the jealousy hidden deep within him.
He envied Ye Qingyu's courage, and he envied even more that the so-called Immortal Lord could cultivate such a completely loyal disciple.
"Even a mortal can slay immortals."
Under the sky screen, Tang San stared at Ye Qingyu, his mind repeatedly replaying that terrifying technique where Yin and Yang reversed and the Kunpeng battled the True Dragon.
"That power is too perfect, too domineering."
"Compared to that, my hidden weapons and the twin martial souls I'm so proud of probably look pitifully insignificant."
"And…"
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Tang San inhaled sharply, and his eyes flickered.
"This Ye Qingyu, who could tear apart a True Immortal, is only the Tenth Sequence?"
"Tenth?!"
"Then what kind of brilliance must the nine senior brothers and sisters ahead of him possess? Have they already become immortals?!"
"And the Immortal Lord who taught these ten monsters…"
Just thinking about it made Tang San's scalp tingle.
He turned his head and glanced at the flat-headed Yu Xiaogang beside him, who had already been frightened out of his wits. Tang San's eyes were filled with contempt as he muttered to himself.
"No. Yu Xiaogang, this useless man, is not worthy of being my teacher."
"Primordial Immortal Court… Immortal Lord, huh."
"Then let me become your Eleventh Sequence!"
…
Star Dou Forest, core region.
Beside the Lake of Life.
When the Immortal King's massive hand wrapped in chaotic energy extended from the sky, the Beast God Di Tian could no longer maintain his composure.
Thud!
The eighty- or hundred-thousand-year ferocious beast overlord dropped heavily to his knees, smashing two deep pits into the ground.
He didn't want to kneel.
But for some reason, when that giant hand appeared, the dragon blood within his body began to tremble violently and forced him to kneel.
"Too powerful…"
At this moment, Di Tian's entire body trembled. His golden eyes were filled with fear.
"That True Immortal called An Cangtian… even a single drop of blood flowing from his body would be enough to suppress me!"
"And yet, Ye Qingyu tore him apart with his bare hands using nothing but a mortal body!"
"With that level of combat power, even if the Dragon God were to revive, he probably couldn't accomplish such a feat!"
In front of him, the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena was not in a much better state.
Her beautiful face had turned as pale as paper. Her purple eyes reflected the chaotic hand that covered the sky. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.
"Have I underestimated the power of this higher-dimensional world?"
Looking at the apocalyptic scene on the sky screen, Gu Yuena's face was filled with despair.
As one of the Dragon God's incarnations, she possessed the Dragon God's wisdom and vision. Naturally, she could see things far more clearly than anyone else.
"The laws of that world are far too terrifying."
"Just the power that overflowed during the battle between Ye Qingyu and An Cangtian would probably be enough to flatten our entire Douluo Continent."
"And as for that final giant hand…"
Gu Yuena stared fixedly at the chaotic hand that had extended from the Primordial Immortal Court, ignoring both space and time as it struck directly toward the Immortal King.
"If that palm were to fall…"
"Whether it's the God Realm, the Dragon God, or the Douluo plane…"
"Everything would turn into dust in an instant. Nothing would remain."
"Send out the order."
"From this day forward, if anyone among us is chosen, they must treat members of the Primordial Immortal Court as if they were true gods!"
"Because this is the only path for survival for our soul beast race."
…
Sea God Island, Sea God Temple.
Bo Saixi stood at the highest point of the temple, holding her staff, the sea wind blowing against her noble robes.
In the past, whenever she stood here, she was the incarnation of the ocean itself, an invincible existence.
But today, the Sea God Douluo felt like a lone boat drifting in a raging sea, ready to capsize at any moment.
"Lord Sea God…"
Bo Saixi looked up at the enormous Sea God statue inside the temple. For the first time, confusion and doubt appeared in her eyes.
On the sky screen, the golden hand extending from the foreign domain shattered the crimson land and caused stars to fall merely from the leakage of its aura.
That was true power capable of plucking stars and seizing the moon, destroying heaven and earth.
"You once told me that gods are omnipotent and the rulers of all living beings."
"But now, even the God King of Destruction has lost, and he lost so completely."
"And yet, Ye Qingyu, a mere mortal, can unleash such earth-shattering power. Is this what they call immortals in that world?"
Bo Saixi muttered to herself. The fingers gripping her staff slowly turned pale from excessive force.
"Nurturing a sword for six thousand years just for one battle."
"With such determination and a Dao heart, how many Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent could accomplish the same?"
"We rely too much on martial souls. We rely too much on soul rings."
"Once those external things are taken away, we are like toothless tigers, fragile and powerless."
"And they…"
Bo Saixi took a deep breath and fixed her gaze on the two terrifying giant hands on the sky screen.
Even across endless space and time, the pressure from them made it difficult for her to breathe. The soul power within her body seemed completely frozen and refused to circulate.
"That is the power of true creator-level beings!"
"Even if Lord Sea God himself descended here, before those two hands, he might be nothing more than a speck of dust."
"Just how vast is the difference between the two planes?"
…
At the same time, the Douluo God Realm.
Committee Hall.
The God of Evil collapsed onto the ground, no longer possessing his earlier arrogance. His eyes were empty.
"One strike to defeat an enemy… a sword that slays a True Immortal… the arrival of an Immortal King…"
"How did that Ye Qingyu even dare to do it? How did he dare to swing his sword at a True Immortal?!"
The God of Evil could not understand.
Not only the actual gap between the two sides, but also the difference in realms.
In the God Realm, hierarchy was strict. Each level suppressed the one below it.
When a lower god saw a higher god, they had to show absolute respect.
Yet Ye Qingyu not only refused to kneel before immortals, but he even dared to defy and kill a True Immortal. He even dared to draw his sword against an Immortal King.
This act of absolute defiance completely overturned their understanding of the world.
"That's because… behind him stands a truly terrifying giant."
At this moment, the silent Asura God suddenly spoke.
However, the Asura God no longer looked as imposing as before. He seemed like a wilted eggplant, his head lowered and his voice trembling hoarsely.
"Did you see it?"
"That hand seems to belong to the master of the Primordial Immortal Court!"
"He made his move at the crucial moment to protect his disciple!"
The moment these words were spoken, the stunned gods suddenly awakened.
They all turned their gazes toward the chaotic giant hand.
That hand looked crystal-clear like jade. Every finger seemed to be condensed from the laws of the Great Dao.
Within the swirling chaotic energy, entire worlds could vaguely be seen forming and perishing in endless cycles.
Compared to it, An Lan's golden-scaled giant hand was also terrifying, but its aura seemed slightly inferior.
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