Prison Heaven Earth-Covering Palm, a Single Palm Evaporates the Martial God's Body

"I am not within the heavenly secrets, nor am I governed by the Heavenly Dao."

As these words fell, the blood clouds above Crimson Moon Canyon seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand.

Golden heavenly light cascaded down.

Illuminating Wang Hao.

Dressed in a black dragon robe, he stood in the void. There was no ten-thousand-foot dharma idol behind him, nor were there divine beasts circling him, yet he commanded more reverence than any dharma idol ever could.

Within the Great Zhou army formation, countless soldiers looked up at this scene, the fanaticism in their eyes practically burning.

This was their emperor.

Normally stingy, two-faced, fond of deducting performance bonuses, and prone to banishing people to the logistics department to scrub toilets at the drop of a hat.

But when truly facing a world-destroying monster, he stood at the very front.

And his opening sentence was to complain that the other party was too weak.

Xiao Chen looked at the sky, his mouth twitching.

"He postures so naturally."

Ye Guyun said, "Because he truly has the strength."

Xiao Chen fell silent.

The most infuriating part about that statement was that it was impossible to refute.

Wanyan Gu lay on a stretcher, his face full of shock.

"If I had this kind of strength, the first thing I'd do upon returning to the Northern Barbarians is make my nine younger brothers scrub toilets for me."

Qin Hongye glanced at him.

"Can your life goals be a little higher?"

Wanyan Gu said seriously, "No. This grudge runs very deep."

The New Emperor Sword squatted on the ground, picked up a leg of lamb, blew the dust off it, and continued gnawing.

Wei Zhongxian looked at him.

"Master Sword can still eat?"

The New Emperor Sword mumbled, "The more nervous I am, the more I have to eat, otherwise it looks like I'm scared."

Wei Zhongxian nodded.

"So that's how it is."

The New Emperor Sword added, "Besides, it hasn't been on the ground for more than three breaths, so it's still edible."

Wei Zhongxian: "..."

As expected of the sword raised by the Emperor.

Thrifty to the point of being a bit wicked.

Above the volcanic crater, the Martial God Body descended into complete madness after its initial fear.

It knew it couldn't escape.

In front of a peak Martial God, running away was the most foolish choice.

Since that was the case, it would fight for its life.

"Eat!"

"Eat them all!"

The Martial God Body let out an earth-shattering roar.

Countless tentacles plunged into the earth.

Pfft pfft pfft!

The tentacles pierced through the remaining eerie puppets, corpses of demonic cultivators, and blood pool array foundations in the canyon, not even sparing the surviving disciples of the Crimson Moon Demonic Sect.

"No!"

"Holy Body, spare my life!"

"Sect Master, save me!"

Screams echoed one after another.

But Chi Wushang was long gone.

All that remained was the hungry Martial God Body.

A Skysoaring Realm demonic sect elder tried to flee, but just as he dashed out a hundred zhang, he was impaled from behind by a tentacle.

He looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his face full of disbelief.

"I served the Demonic Sect for three hundred years..."

The tentacle coiled.

Dragging him into the mountain of flesh.

Crunch, crunch.

The sound of chewing rang out.

Three hundred years of loyalty, ultimately reduced to a mouthful of a snack.

The disciples of the Crimson Moon Demonic Sect completely broke down.

They originally thought the Martial God Body was their world-saving trump card.

Yet it ended up eating its own people first.

This was very demonic sect.

And also very logical.

Wang Hao looked at the tragic scene below, his expression unwavering.

The Crimson Moon Demonic Sect had blood-sacrificed the common people for two thousand years.

Now, being devoured by their own blood-sacrificed creation could be considered a closed loop of karma.

The Martial God Body frantically devoured the eerie life essence of everything within a hundred-mile radius.

The hundred-zhang mountain of flesh expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One hundred and fifty zhang.

Two hundred zhang.

Two hundred and fifty zhang.

Three hundred zhang.

A dark purple toxic mist surfaced on its flesh. The toxic mist corroded space, leaving dense cracks in the void wherever it passed. Countless vengeful spirits struggled within the toxic mist—thirty thousand, fifty thousand, a hundred thousand—densely packed together like an imprisoned sea of dead souls.

The eerie aura of an early-stage Rank Nine!

And it was currently transforming into a true Rank Nine eerie entity.

Eight Demigods retreated simultaneously to protect the Great Zhou army formation.

The Ren Family Ancestor said in a deep voice, "Wang family brat, do you need us to join forces and lock down the battlefield?"

Wang Hao raised his hand.

"No need."

Wang Wudi frowned.

"Brat, if this thing completely explodes, half of the Western Regions will be polluted."

Wang Hao said indifferently, "It won't explode."

"Why?"

Wang Hao looked at the three-hundred-zhang Martial God Body and chuckled lightly.

"Because I won't allow it."

Wang Wudi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Good!"

"You have my demeanor from when I was young!"

Wang Hao shot him a glance.

"Great-grandfather, were you also this good at posturing when you were young?"

Wang Wudi coughed dryly.

"It's our royal family tradition."

Wei Zhongxian lowered his head in the distance.

He really wanted to say that the royal family tradition probably didn't include "deducting performance bonuses" and "scrubbing toilets."

But he didn't dare.

After the Martial God Body expanded to three hundred zhang, its two blood-red pupils locked dead onto Wang Hao.

"Little Emperor!"

"Even if you are a peak Martial God!"

"Take this strike of mine, and even if you don't die, you will be heavily injured!"

All of its tentacles were raised at the same time.

The demonic qi, eerie qi, blood fiend energy, and vengeful spirits within a hundred miles all converged toward the tips of the tentacles.

A black energy sphere slowly took shape.

At first, it was only the size of a fist.

Then it expanded to the size of a house.

And then to the size of a mountain.

Dark purple lightning arcs danced across the surface of the energy sphere, and the screams of countless vengeful spirits echoed from within. It hung there like a black sun about to fall.

Space began to shatter.

The earth below cracked open, forming fissures tens of miles long.

Distant mountains collapsed with a rumble.

Rivers of magma flowed backward.

The entire Crimson Moon Canyon was trembling.

Cultivators below the Skysoaring Realm could barely stand steady.

Xiao Chen's face was pale.

"If that thing falls, we're all going to die."

Ye Guyun gripped his sword.

"He will block it."

Xiao Chen looked at the sky.

"You trust him that much?"

Ye Guyun was silent for a moment.

"I trust he won't let us die so cheaply."

Xiao Chen: "..."

That reason was very Wang Hao.

High in the sky, facing the black energy sphere capable of destroying a massive city, Wang Hao only made one movement.

He extended his right index finger.

And tapped lightly.

Hum—

The world fell silent.

The black energy sphere stopped three feet in front of his fingertip.

There was no explosion.

There was no backlash.

There was no earth-shattering collision.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed on time itself.

That mass of destructive power, condensed from countless demonic qi, eerie qi, and the resentment of vengeful spirits, simply hovered in front of Wang Hao, unable to advance even an inch further.

The two blood-red pupils of the Martial God Body suddenly contracted.

"Impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

"This is a strike I condensed by devouring a hundred thousand blood souls!"

Wang Hao looked at the energy sphere and shook his head.

"Your power is mixed with the resentment of at least thirty thousand vengeful spirits."

"The more people you kill, the stronger your power becomes, but also the more impure it gets."

His voice was calm, but it sounded like a teacher lecturing a worthless student.

"Truly powerful strength requires absolute purity."

"Like this."

Wang Hao retracted his finger.

His five fingers slowly spread open.

The world darkened at this moment.

It wasn't because blood clouds covered the sky.

But because all light was drawn to the palm of his hand.

The wind stopped.

The magma solidified.

The battle cries, screams, and clashes of weapons on the battlefield all faded away.

Everyone only saw a golden palm print emerge in the center of Wang Hao's palm.

The palm print was very small.

It wasn't even a ten-thousandth the size of the Martial God Body's black energy sphere.

But when it appeared, an illusion formed in everyone's minds.

As if that wasn't a hand.

But a world of its own.

The palm as a prison.

The five fingers as pillars.

The heavens were within it, the earth was within it, and all living beings were within it as well.

Divine-level martial skill.

The Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm could finally be executed completely.

The first palm.

Wang Hao was now a peak Martial God.

And with the system's enhancement, the power of this palm surged by five times.

If nine palms were unleashed in succession, even a mid-stage Martial God Realm expert wouldn't be able to block it.

To deal with the polluted, incomplete, and forcibly matured Martial God Body before him, a single palm strike was enough.

The golden palm aura flew out silently.

There were no flashy divine lights.

There were no deafening sonic booms.

It simply moved forward.

It passed through the black energy sphere.

That black sun, capable of destroying a city, was like a thin layer of paper before the golden palm aura, pierced through without a sound.

Subsequently, a golden line cracked open on the surface of the black sun.

The golden line spread rapidly.

Crack.

The black energy sphere shattered.

Countless wronged souls escaped from within, looking up blankly at Wang Hao.

Wang Hao did not look at them.

Yet, as the aftershock of the palm aura swept past, those phantom souls that had been imprisoned for years, twisted in agony, gradually regained their peace within the golden light.

They bowed to Wang Hao.

Then, they turned into specks of light rain, dissipating into the world.

The palm aura continued forward.

It pierced through the three-hundred-zhang Martial God Body.

Pierced through bone spikes.

Pierced through tentacles.

Pierced through countless scarlet eyes.

Finally, it pierced through the still-beating Martial God heart deep within its core.

Poof.

The sound was very light.

So light it was almost inaudible.

But the entire world seemed to be pierced by this sound.

The Martial God Body stiffened in midair.

In its two giant blood-red pupils, the madness, resentment, and fear all vanished, leaving only bewilderment.

"You..."

"You are not human..."

Wang Hao withdrew his hand and turned around.

"No."

"Not only is We human."

"We are also the Emperor of the Great Zhou."

After he finished speaking, he didn't look back.

The next instant.

The three-hundred-zhang Martial God Body exploded from the inside.

It wasn't a spray of flesh and blood.

It wasn't the spread of pollution.

It was complete evaporation.

The golden palm aura bloomed within its body, like a true sun rising. All the black-purple poisonous mist, eerie flesh, polluted divine runes, and remnants of wronged souls were completely reduced to nothingness in the golden light.

Not even a single fragment was left behind.

Above the Crimson Moon Canyon, the blood clouds were swept away completely.

For the first time in three years, clean rain fell.

The rainwater was cool and refreshing.

It fell on the scorched black earth, on the blood-stained armor of the soldiers, and on Xiao Chen's wound-covered face.

He looked up blankly.

Rainwater mixed with blood flowed down.

"Is it over?"

Ye Guyun looked at the sky.

"It's over."

Wanyan Gu stuck out his tongue to catch a drop of rain and tasted it seriously.

"No smell of blood."

Qin Hongye frowned. "Can you not taste everything?"

Wanyan Gu said, "This is a warrior's judgment of the environment."

The New Emperor Sword looked up at the rain, its face full of regret.

"It's gone?"

Wei Zhongxian asked, "What is Master Sword saying is gone?"

The New Emperor Sword was heartbroken.

"Such a huge lump of food, the tyrant evaporated it all with one palm!"

"What a waste of good things!"

Wang Hao descended from the sky and happened to hear this.

He glanced at the New Emperor Sword.

"You want to eat it?"

The New Emperor Sword immediately puffed out its chest.

"Yes!"

Wang Hao said, "Inside that was the pollution of a hundred thousand wronged souls, thirty-six kinds of eerie poisons, the remnant will of the Martial God, and Chi Wushang's brain."

The New Emperor Sword fell silent for a moment.

"Chi Wushang's brain?"

Wang Hao nodded.

The New Emperor Sword's expression changed.

"Forget it then, I'm afraid of becoming stupid."

Wei Zhongxian lowered his head, holding back his laughter.

In the distance, the Ren family ancestor's dragon-head cane fell to the ground.

He was completely unaware.

"One palm..."

"One palm evaporated the Martial God Body..."

"Is this kid really human?"

The old master of the southeastern Li family twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Weren't you just thinking of letting the Ren family become the Grand Protector of the Western Regions?"

The Ren family ancestor picked up his dragon-head cane, his expression serious.

"Now I think the Ren family can just be a deputy first."

The Li family old master: "..."

The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion looked at Wang Hao, silent for a long time.

The ancient sword on his back hummed softly.

That wasn't a provocation.

It was awe.

Wang Wudi, on the other hand, laughed heartily, laughing with incomparable joy.

"Good!"

"This is the Qilin son of my Wang family!"

"He has thirty percent of my demeanor from back in the day!"

The Red Axe Ancestor glanced at him.

"Old Wang, could you evaporate a Martial God Body with one palm back in the day?"

Wang Wudi didn't blush and his heart didn't skip a beat.

"I was relatively low-key when I was young."

The White-Browed Eccentric said faintly, "When you were young, you were chased around by even Sky-Soaring Realm Sand Demons."

Wang Wudi said angrily, "That's called a strategic retreat!"

The conversation between the eight demigods finally allowed the battlefield's atmosphere to ease up from the extreme shock.

The Great Zhou soldiers erupted into cheers like a tsunami.

"Ten thousand victories to His Majesty!"

"Ten thousand victories to the Great Zhou!"

"Ten thousand victories to the Demon Suppression Army!"

The sound waves soared into the sky, shaking away the last wisp of remaining clouds.

At the same time, far away in the Great Zhou Imperial City of the Eastern Wasteland.

Shen Xue and Yun Meng were watching the battlefield footage synchronously through a communication sub-nest.

In the footage, Wang Hao evaporated the Martial God Body with one palm, turned around, and descended.

The round fan in her hand dropped to the floor with a clatter.

She blinked.

"Has he always been this capable of fighting?"

On Shen Xue's ten-thousand-year iceberg face, a look of sluggishness appeared for the first time.

She was silent for a long time.

"Perhaps..."

"He has always been hiding his strength."

Yun Meng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Then he usually pretends to be at the peak of the Astral Aura Realm, scamming people everywhere?"

Shen Xue snapped back to her senses and said softly, "That sounds just like him."

Yun Meng thought about it and found herself unable to refute it.

Crimson Moon Canyon.

Xiao Chen finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to his knees.

It wasn't because he was moved.

It was because the internal injuries inflicted by the eighth-tier eerie creature earlier had finally fully erupted.

He spat a mouthful of blood onto the sandy ground, but after spitting, he smiled.

"Damn it..."

"So this tyrant is this good at fighting..."

"Then why did he make us fight for our lives earlier?"

"To train the troops?"

"Or simply because he wanted to see us make a fool of ourselves?"

Ye Guyun supported him, silent for a moment.

"Probably both."

Xiao Chen closed his eyes.

"I knew it."

Wang Hao walked up to the two of them.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes and said weakly, "Your Majesty, could you have slapped those three eighth-tier eerie creatures to death with one palm long ago?"

Wang Hao said calmly, "Yes."

Xiao Chen's mouth twitched.

"Then you still made us go?"

Wang Hao said, "If We killed everything for you, how would you grow?"

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth.

"Then you could be a little gentler."

Wang Hao thought about it.

"Next time I'll arrange a tier seven-and-a-half for you?"

Xiao Chen's vision went black.

There's a next time?

The New Emperor Sword chimed in from the side to rub salt in the wound.

"Look, how considerate the tyrant is, he even gave you a discount."

Xiao Chen almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

Wang Hao didn't tease him anymore and looked up toward the depths of the Crimson Moon Canyon.