Chapter 1582 - All Killed
That was an unrivaled punch that could command the heavens. No one could hide from this punch.
With the Heavenly Deity Monument's suppression and the Divine Eternal Fist descending from the sky, the surrounding area instantly became both an extension of raw power and a manifestation of the beauty of mythical art.
The experts of the Peach Blossom Gate glared with fury as they thrashed around in the quagmire, desperate to break free from the Heavenly Deity Monument's restraints. The six elders from the Nalan Clan wore the same dreadful expression and unleashed every mythical art in their arsenal, trying to tear an opening by force.
"Liu Wuxie, we're all innocent! Please let us go!" The ordinary cultivators in the distance struggled and screamed, trying to flee the Peach Blossom Cave. The entire lesser realm had begun to collapse, and countless spatial shards rained down from the sky to create a nightmarish scene.
A massive black hole appeared in midair and collapsed in an instant, spreading outward and devouring everything in its path.
"Innocent?" Liu Wuxie sneered.
With Ghost Pupil piercing through every illusion, he knew no one here was truly innocent. The moment they had chosen to stay, they had already sealed their fate.
"Liu Wuxie, our Sect Master will arrive at any moment. You'd better stop while you can," warned a Peach Blossom Gate elder, trying to intimidate Liu Wuxie.
He wasn't wrong. The Peach Blossom Gate's sect master was indeed on his way, which meant Liu Wuxie had to end this battle quickly.
"Do you think a Quasi-Immortal can stop me from killing you? What a joke!" Liu Wuxie's voice echoed like a death sentence.
With a loud rumble, the Divine Eternal Fist surged like a boundless river, circling through the air and sweeping everyone in. The punch carried world force and immortal energy, and it already rivaled an ordinary, low-grade immortal art.
Cracks spread through the surroundings, and there weren't many cultivators at the Earth Immortal Realm left. Under the terrifying suppression, they all turned into pools of blood.