"Die!"
As the single word fell, the rules of heaven and earth instantly solidified!
The golden Dao laws surrounding the old man erupted entirely, transforming into a golden palm print that pierced through heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, the void collapsed inch by inch, and even time was forcibly distorted under this palm!
This palm condensed more than half the might of this wisp of Ascension Realm aura. Let alone the Mahayana Realm, even a peak Tribulation Realm cultivator would be instantly smashed into flying ash, their divine soul extinguished without leaving even a trace of a chance for reincarnation.
The cultivators below, even though they had long been pressed to the ground by the coercion, were still shocked to the point of coughing up blood by the aftershock of this palm. Their divine souls trembled, almost dissipating on the spot.
Ji Lingxuan's face turned deathly pale. He instantly sacrificed the suppressing magical treasure of the Taichu Holy Land, firmly protecting the entire flying boat within it. His voice trembled:
"Everyone retreat! Hurry! We cannot block the aftershocks of this palm!"
But facing this world-destroying palm, Ye Chuan stood in place, not even dodging.
He merely pushed his Indestructible Chaos Body to its absolute limit in an instant. Pitch-black chaotic mist surged, condensing into a thin barrier in front of him.
I bet you can't kill me.
The next second, the golden palm print fiercely crashed into the black mist.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor the roar of colliding rules. Just like the fire phoenix and countless magical treasures that were swallowed before, it was like a drop of water merging into the sea—instantly devoured completely by the chaotic black mist, failing to stir up even a single ripple.
"Impossible!"
The old man's pupils shrank abruptly. On his originally placid face, a look of extreme astonishment appeared for the first time.
He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, cultivating step by step from obscurity to the Ascension Realm, transcending the rule restraints of the Tianxuan Continent. What kind of heaven-defying geniuses or bizarre physiques had he not seen?
But he had never seen anyone who could use a Mahayana Realm cultivation base to forcefully devour his Ascension Realm Dao law attack!
"Just what kind of physique do you have?! Why can you ignore my Dao law power?!"
Ye Chuan sneered, holding back a laugh.
The old man was thoroughly enraged. Disregarding the need to probe Ye Chuan's background, his hands rapidly formed seals, and the golden Dao laws around him surged wildly once again!
First, a sky full of Wutong Holy Fire swept out. The flames were pure gold in color, and the temperature was hundreds of times higher than Su Yao's Wutong Holy Fire. Wherever it passed, even the void was melted, enough to instantly evaporate a mountain range into nothingness!
But when the holy fire crashed into Ye Chuan's chaotic black mist, it was still instantly devoured, not leaving even a single spark behind.
With every strike, the old man's phantom became a fraction more transparent.
He was, after all, only a phantom condensed from a wisp of origin aura, not his true body descending. Every time he activated an Ascension Realm divine ability, he severely depleted his origin.
In just a few short moves, his originally solid figure had become illusory. The Dao law light around him had dimmed by more than half, and even the coercion shrouding heaven and earth had weakened considerably.
Meanwhile, Su Yao, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.
Growing up in the Wutong Holy Land and personally taught by this patriarch, she knew better than anyone what kind of existence the Ascension Realm was—
That was a terrestrial immortal who had already touched the threshold of the upper realm and transcended all the rules of the Tianxuan Continent! The absolute pinnacle existence of the entire Tianxuan Continent!
But now, with the patriarch personally making a move, even if it was just a wisp of aura, he actually couldn't even touch the corner of Ye Chuan's clothes?
All attacks, all divine abilities, were like stones sinking into the sea, unable to cause even a trace of harm?
"No... impossible... Patriarch... how could this be?" Su Yao muttered to herself, her voice trembling. The final trump card she relied on actually couldn't do anything to Ye Chuan?
Mo Chen and Xuanfeng even collapsed directly onto the ground, their faces ashen, completely losing even the thought of running away.
A monster that even an Ascension Realm patriarch couldn't handle—even if they ran, where could they possibly run to?
Right at this moment, Ye Chuan smiled and raised his hand to summon.
The Human Emperor Banner instantly shot into the sky. The golden flag expanded against the wind, unfurling to blot out the sky and the sun, instantly shrouding the entire world and pointing directly at the old man's phantom in midair.
"Old man, my Human Emperor Banner lacks a main soul. Even though you are just a wisp of aura, I can barely let you in. How about it?"
The flag emitted waves of buzzing, as if encountering the ultimate tonic. Even the chaotic power surrounding Ye Chuan began to grow restless.
"You dare, brat!!!"
The old man let out a roar that shook heaven and earth. The golden Dao laws surged madly, and even his nearly transparent phantom trembled violently.
He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and was a supreme mighty figure of the Ascension Realm. When had he ever been so offended by a mere Mahayana Realm junior?!
To actually dare covet his origin aura, wanting to completely absorb this wisp of his remnant soul aura! This was the ultimate blasphemy against his Ascension Realm Dao fruit!
"I am a supreme existence of the Ascension Realm! Even if it is just a wisp of aura, it is not something an ant like you can covet! Today, I will definitely make your body and soul perish, sinking into eternal damnation!"
As his words fell, the old man actually directly burned this wisp of origin aura!
Boom—!
Extreme golden light instantly illuminated the entire Donghua Divine Continent. The entire sky was paved with golden Dao laws, and a Wutong Holy Sword that pierced through heaven and earth slowly condensed!
On the holy sword, his lifelong Dao law comprehension was condensed. Even if it was just the burning of a wisp of aura, it was enough to turn half of the Donghua Divine Continent into scorched earth!
"Oh?" Ye Chuan also didn't expect it to be so fierce.
Whatever, let's try it.
The holy sword fell, and only this streak of golden sword light remained in the world.
Heaven and earth lost their color!
Even Ji Lingxuan in the distance went all out to activate his magical treasure to protect the people behind him, terrified of being affected by the aftershocks of this sword.
The next second, a scene that everyone would never forget for the rest of their lives occurred.
That Wutong Holy Sword, capable of destroying heaven and earth, was completely devoured the moment it struck Ye Chuan, failing to leak even a single trace of sword light.
All the Dao laws, all the might, and all the Ascension Realm origin power contained within it were gnawed clean by the Indestructible Chaos Body, leaving not even a bit of residue behind.
"My Holy Sword!!!!!!!"
The surrounding light gradually disappeared. Ye Chuan felt the surging spiritual energy in his body and raised an eyebrow:
"Not bad, pretty good."
In midair, the old man's phantom, after burning his origin to strike with his full strength, had become nearly transparent. Only a faint shadow remained, and even the coercion around him had almost completely dissipated.
He stared fixedly at Ye Chuan!
A Mahayana Realm cultivation base, yet able to forcefully withstand an Ascension Realm attack, devour Dao laws, and ignore rules. This was simply not an existence that should belong to this realm!
"You... what exactly are you..." The old man's voice no longer held its previous arrogance and majesty, leaving only endless horror.
Ye Chuan smiled and lightly tapped his fingertip toward the Human Emperor Banner.
A terrifying suction force surged wildly once again. Countless chains directly locked onto the old man's nearly transparent phantom.
"What I am isn't important."
"What's important is that today, you belong to me."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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