Qianyu stretched out her slender fingers and gently flicked her sleeve.
The movement was very light and casual.
But at this moment, it seems so glaring.
It was as if, in his eyes, cleaning a speck of dust off his clothes was far more important than dealing with the purple-haired god-king above him who was clamoring to destroy the world.
The dust settled.
Qianyu then slowly raised her head.
His gaze was unfocused; it did not look at the God of Destruction, but rather pierced through the sky full of lightning, looking towards the more distant void.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but it wasn't a smile; rather, it was a deep-seated contempt.
"The realm of gods?"
Qianyu's voice was not loud.
There was no use of soul power to amplify the sound, nor was there any desperate roaring.
But those two words pierced through the thunder with crystal clarity, reaching the ears of everyone present.
Even the raging, destructive divine lightning froze for a moment the instant the sound rang out.
Qianyu stood with her hands behind her back, her snow-white robe fluttering in the wind.
"What is it?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the world fell silent.
The crowd, who were already struggling to breathe under the oppressive power of the Destruction God, suddenly felt their hearts clench.
This is the god of destruction!
He is the head of the five great enforcers of the divine realm, and the supreme being who holds the power of destruction!
In this man's mouth, it actually became "what is it?"
Qianyu ignored everyone's shock.
His gaze finally fell on the purplish-black figure in mid-air, his eyes filled with a mixture of mockery and boredom.
"You dare to bark and howl in front of me?"
Before he could finish speaking...
Qianyu moved.
There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, nor any terrifying scene of space shattering.
He simply took a step forward.
With that step, the laws of space seemed to undergo a strange folding beneath his feet.
The original distance of several hundred meters vanished in the blink of an eye with that one step.
Shrinking the earth to an inch.
So close yet so far.
When Qianyu's figure solidified again, he was already standing in front of the God of Destruction.
The distance between the two was less than ten meters.
For a god-level expert, this distance is practically face-to-face.
They could even clearly sense the airflow generated by each other's breathing.
Qian Yu's white robes, as pure as snow, stood out starkly against the backdrop of the purplish-black lightning.
He stared straight at the God of Destruction, his face showing no fear, but rather a scrutinizing gaze as if he were looking at a clown.
"you..."
The God of Destruction clearly did not expect Qianyu to be so arrogant, nor did he expect that the other party could move so freely in his God King's domain.
Looking at Qianyu so close to him, the God of Destruction felt an unprecedented sense of offense.
Since he attained the status of a god-king, in all these countless millennia, no one has ever dared to look at him with such eyes.
This is blasphemy against divine authority!
It is a provocation against the supreme will to destroy!
Those eyes, hidden in the shadow of the cloak, suddenly erupted with a tangible rage, the blood flames within burning even more fiercely.
"Arrogant!"
The voice of the God of Destruction exploded in Qianyu's ears like a thunderclap.
The surrounding space collapsed madly because of his rage, revealing large areas of pitch-black void turbulence.
"How dare a mere mortal humiliate me like this!"
"You dare to stand on equal footing with this God-King?!"
With the God of Destruction's furious roar, the already incredibly violent power of destruction surrounding him was now like a bucket of cold water being poured into a boiling oil pot.
It exploded completely.
The purplish-black lightning that crisscrossed the sky was drawn by some kind of will at this moment.
They converge, compress, and deform wildly.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
A world-destroying thunder dragon, thousands of feet long, materialized behind the God of Destruction.
This thunder dragon is composed entirely of the purest destructive psychic power, and each of its scales is engraved with ancient and intricate divine runes of destruction.
The dragon's head was ferocious, and its two horns were like sharp swords piercing the sky.
There was no lifelike agility in those enormous dragon eyes, only the most primal and brutal destructive desires.
"roar--!!!"
The thunder dragon roared to the sky, unleashing a dragon's cry that shook the three realms.
The terrifying sound waves shattered all the clouds within a ten-mile radius, and even the Jialing Pass city wall below cracked with countless fine fissures.
"Taste the destructive thunder!"
The God of Destruction suddenly waved his hand, pointing at Qianyu in front of him.
The tone was filled with cruelty and glee, as if he could already see Qianyu being reduced to ashes by this power.
It received the master's instructions.
The massive body of the world-destroying thunder dragon suddenly swung.
The enormous dragon tail shattered the void, carrying a terrifying aura capable of destroying the world. It opened its blood-red maw, large enough to devour mountains, and roared as it lunged at Qian Yu.
Wherever it goes, everything is annihilated.
Even the light was completely swallowed up by the purplish-black lightning.
This has long exceeded the limits that the Douluo Continent plane can withstand.
If this attack lands, not only Qian Yu, but probably the entire Jialing Pass, and even half of the Heavenly Dou Empire, will be reduced to nothing in an instant.
Faced with this world-destroying blow that was within reach.
Qianyu didn't even blink.
His hair was whipped backward by the gale whipped up by the thunder dragon, and his robes fluttered in the wind.
But the expression on his face remained the same...
casual.
The gale-force winds cut through every inch of land in front of Jialing Pass.
The world-destroying thunder dragon, thousands of feet long and carrying terrifying energy powerful enough to sink an entire continental shelf, had already rushed towards Qianyu.
The dragon's head was ferocious, with fangs made entirely of purplish-black lightning plasma, which were only inches away from Qianyu's nose.
The overwhelming aura of destruction caused the surrounding space to groan in despair.
The high temperature instantly evaporated the moisture in the air, making vision distorted and blurry.
At the eye of the storm, Qianyu's snow-white robe swayed only slightly.
He did not back down.
Even her drooping eyelashes didn't tremble at all.
Just as the Thunder Dragon was about to devour his head, he slowly raised his right hand.
The movements were incredibly slow.
It's like someone who has just woken up and casually stretches in the morning sunlight.
But this seemingly slow movement was incredibly fast, and it blocked the huge dragon head with perfect precision.
Disproportionate.
It was a visually striking image.
On one side is a terrifying thunder dragon, thousands of feet long, blotting out the sky and capable of destroying the world.
On the other side was a fair, slender human hand that looked almost as fragile as jade.
The two collided.
The expected massive explosion did not occur.
There wasn't a sound coming from anywhere in the world; an eerie, deathly silence reigned.
Time stood still at that moment.
Suddenly, a faint glow appeared on Qianyu's seemingly ordinary palm.
The light was not dazzling, but as soft as moonlight shining on a tranquil lake.
But the moment this light appeared, the raging, boundless destructive lightning, like snow meeting the scorching sun, instantly lost all its ferocity.
Qianyu gently opened her palm.
Within the lines of that palm, there is not flesh and blood, but countless stars that are born, die, and flow.
That is the power of creation.
A miniature universe was slowly rotating in his palm.
The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and all living things are contained within that small space.
The once arrogant and domineering Thunder Dragon, which roared to devour everything, became as docile as a small snake whose vital spot had been pinched in front of that palm.
The enormous dragon head remained suspended in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.
No matter how much the God of Destruction behind the Thunder Dragon mobilized his divine power, and no matter how wildly the purplish-black lightning exploded, it could not break through the barrier of that faint fluorescent light.
Qianyu slightly raised her eyes, her gaze passing through the Thunder Dragon's transparent body and landing on the face of the God of Destruction behind her, whose expression was frozen.
A slight upturn of the corners of his mouth revealed a hint of nonchalant mockery.
"That's it?"
The voice was calm, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.
Immediately afterwards, Qianyu's fingers began to slowly close.
"I can crush you in an instant."
The moment the words left his mouth.
He clenched his long, slender fingers suddenly.
boom!
The miniature universe in the palm of his hand suddenly accelerated its rotation, and an indescribable, terrifying suction force erupted.
The world-destroying thunder dragon, which was thousands of feet long, didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before its massive body instantly disintegrated under that immense power.
Click! Click!
A crisp cracking sound echoed through the sky.
The originally solid, purplish-black lightning, under that grasp, was like fragile glass being struck by an iron hammer.
It broke apart inch by inch.
It transformed into countless tiny purple specks of light, flowing and dissipating between Qianyu's fingers.
Those points of light, like fireflies on a summer night, were poignant and desperate, but ultimately vanished completely into the void without leaving a trace.
The apocalyptic scene that had just blotted out the sky and plunged the entire Jialing Pass into despair vanished in an instant.
The sky cleared up again.
Sunlight streamed through the clouds, illuminating Qianyu's spotless white robes and giving them a sacred golden edge.
He stood there, one hand behind his back, the other hand in a loosely clenched position.
The clouds are light and the breeze is gentle.
It was as if what he had just crushed was not the full-force attack of the God of Destruction, but an insignificant fly.
...
"What?!"
In mid-air, the God of Destruction's face, which had been filled with cruelty and pleasure, froze completely.
The pair of purple eyes hidden beneath the cloak contracted sharply, and even trembled violently from excessive shock.
A bone-chilling coldness shot up his spine and straight to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.
How is that possible?
How is that possible!
That's a devastating lightning bolt!
It was a world-destroying strike that he, as an enforcer of the divine realm and one of the five supreme god-kings, mobilized the destructive authority of the divine realm's central hub and gathered with all his might!
Even the Asura God, who is also a god-king, dared not take this attack head-on and had to go all out to defend against it.
But this mortal before me...
This man is named Qianyu.
He only used one hand?
And it was done barehanded?
He didn't use any divine artifacts, didn't release any soul skills, and didn't even activate his martial soul.
It's just a simple grab and a pinch.
His world-destroying attack was just gone like that?
"A hallucination...this must be a hallucination!"
The God of Destruction instinctively took a half step back, his heart filled with turmoil.
He couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes.
This was completely beyond his understanding of power.
Throughout his countless years in the realm of gods, he had witnessed countless geniuses of extraordinary talent and suppressed countless powerful figures who attempted to challenge divine authority.
But no one has ever given him this kind of trembling that comes from the depths of his soul.
The feeling was like an ant looking up at a towering mountain.
No matter how strong an ant is, it appears so small and ridiculous in front of a mountain.
"What exactly is your power?!"
The God of Destruction's voice was hoarse, devoid of its previous arrogance and conceit, replaced by a deep fear and confusion.
He stared intently at Qianyu's hand, which was still raised.
In the lingering aura in his palm, he sensed a majestic power that was countless times more ancient and sublime than the power of destruction.
That is the origin that transcends all laws.
It is the starting point for creating everything, and also the beginning of ending everything.
However.
Chiyu did not answer his question.
He had no interest in explaining to a dead man, or rather, to a so-called god-king who was about to be dethroned.
Qianyu slowly lowered her right hand and gently patted off non-existent dust from her sleeve.
Then.
His right foot was slightly raised.
The movement was very light and casual.
It's like trying to step over a puddle or kick away a pebble on the side of the road.
But in the eyes of the God of Destruction, this movement was slowed down infinitely, and every detail was like the Grim Reaper's scythe slowly approaching.
Danger!
Extremely dangerous!
At this moment, the God of Destruction's intuition, as the God-King, issued a frantic warning. The hairs on his body stood on end, and the divine power within him surged wildly like boiling magma, trying to erect the strongest defense in front of him.
pity.
Too slow.
In front of Qianyu, the God King's reaction speed was as slow as a rusty gear.
"You dare ask?"
Qianyu uttered four words calmly.
The next moment.
His figure vanished into thin air.
There was no sign of any spatial fluctuations, nor any lingering afterimages.
It's pure speed.
It was so fast that even light couldn't capture it, so fast that even the laws of space couldn't react in time.
When the God of Destruction realized something was wrong, an irresistible and terrifying force had already imprinted itself hard on his chest.
BOOM—!!
A deafeningly loud bang suddenly exploded at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
That was the sound of flesh colliding with absolute power.
Qianyu's kick landed squarely on the chest of the God of Destruction.
Click!
With a sickening cracking sound, the divine armor on the God of Destruction, which symbolized the power of destruction, was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
Immediately afterwards.
With a crash, the divine armor shattered completely, turning into countless purple metal fragments that scattered in all directions.
The God of Destruction's chest caved in, blood gushing from his mouth. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
But this is just the beginning.
The power contained in Qianyu's kick was far more than that.
The terrifying force pierced through the body of the God of Destruction and struck the void behind him.
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