Chapter 1209: The Six Holy Emperors (2)
A cold light flashed through the silver-robed man's eyes. "You’re courting death!"
He enjoyed dealing death to others, yet paradoxically despised being labeled a villain or devil himself.
With explosive force, the silver-robed man attacked without further preamble. His palm strike carried surging spiritual qi, manifesting like a massive mountain range that blotted out heaven and earth as it crashed toward Wu Yuan with overwhelming might. Under this palm technique, ten cities the size of the previous one would be instantly pulverized into dust.
"That palm technique?"
"Heavens above!"
"Is this truly the power a Sageling—a peak Overlord—commands?" Over a hundred Sovereigns held their breath while watching the spectacle unfold, their hearts chilling with fear.
Though they counted themselves among the Seventh Realm's elite powerhouses, they now recognized the vast gulf separating them from those at the top.
A fourth-stage Overlord indeed. The Vermilion Devil Master muttered inwardly, eyes flashing with wariness as he observed Wu Yuan at the edge of the void. That fellow better not be killed before we’re able to extract more information.
Though described in length, the palm descended with extreme speed, instantly enveloping its target.
"Not a bad palm technique," Wu Yuan smiled faintly, extending a single finger with casual elegance.
With a rumbling surge of power, the finger rapidly transformed before their eyes, its tip emitting brilliant light as it elongated into what resembled a massively enlarged spear-point, piercing fiercely toward the descending giant palm.
Like a slab of flesh striking a razor-sharp nail, Wu Yuan's finger pierced through the massive palm. The giant hand formed of spiritual qi then shattered completely, dissolving into scattered motes of light.