Chapter 312: Sorry, My Hand Slipped (Requesting Monthly Votes! Requesting Subscription!)

Far in the sky, a figure bathed in rosy light descended like a divine being from beyond the realms, releasing an incomparably terrifying aura as it arrived at the Wang Fu.

This aura made mortals tremble in awe, revering it as divine; even the various factions secretly observing could not help but turn their heads.

“Wu Wang has grown stronger!”

Wu Wang was once a rare genius of the Shi clan, possessing youthful strength comparable to that of princes and dukes—otherwise, he could never have had the qualification to compete for the throne of the Shi Kingdom.

After his narrow defeat back then, Wu Wang did not fall silent; instead, he continued to cultivate diligently, said to have already reached the pinnacle of the Formation Realm, with potential to break through into the Venerable realm.

Now it seemed the rumors were true—Wu Wang indeed bore the aura of a supreme powerhouse.

Yet seeing this, Shi Ziling and Qin Yining wore grim expressions.

When they had been jointly attacked by the Wang Fu’s forces back then, Wu Wang had not directly struck, but the decision to exile their family had carried his tacit approval.

Clearly, this master of the Wang Fu sided with the reincarnated eyes of Shi Yi—even if not fully supporting him, he favored him, seeking to quell the matter.

Because of this, every time Shi Ziling recalled the incident, he felt a chill in his heart.

The guilty party was clearly them, yet they—the victims—were mercilessly suppressed. When had the Wang Fu become like this?

“Wu Wang!”

Seeing the godlike, towering figure, the Shi clan members who had believed themselves doomed immediately cried out in desperation, as if seeing a lifeline, each one bowing down in fervent reverence.

Zhum————!!

Golden light flashed; the void went wild.

A terrifying fist pressure poured down like a mountain collapsing and the sea overturning, an invisible force surging yet precisely condensed into a single thread, stirring not the slightest ripple around it.

But the next second, under the stunned gaze of Shi Ziling and his wife, those Shi clan members who had voluntarily reported them instantly evaporated into flesh and their spiritual cores vanished, utterly extinguished.

“Sorry, slipped.”

Wu Xian retracted his fist, his face filled with innocent confusion, as if what had just happened had truly been an accident.

Hearing this, the remaining Shi clan members had not yet reacted, only staring blankly at the empty ground beside them.

Those dead clansmen had been so close just moments ago, yet not a single one of them had been touched—this felt like the Reaper’s scythe brushing past their own necks, sending a cold shiver through their bones.

High above, the slowly approaching figure froze rigid, utterly unprepared that Wu Xian would dare kill right before his eyes.

Instantly, his body erupted in brilliant divine radiance, like a blazing sun, radiating endless light and heat.

“Audacious!!”

A roar echoed; the sun’s radiance surged again, blindingly bright, and from it emerged a hand a hundred zhang wide, pressing down toward the courtyard of the Wang Fu.

The various factions watching the Wang Fu’s affairs were stunned—they saw in that palm the circling sun and moon, stars and planets, radiating an infinite, terrifying pressure that made their hearts pound.

“Palm World!”

Many gasped in disbelief, recognizing this powerful technique.

It was an extremely refined art, not inferior to the sacred techniques of powerful pure-blooded beings, requiring immense cultivation—most princes and dukes could not even master it.

“Could it be… Wu Wang has truly broken through into the Venerable realm?”

In the imperial capital, elders from Wu Wang’s generation wore complex expressions.

Wu Wang was too formidable—after years of seclusion, he had made tremendous progress, suspected to have become a supreme powerhouse. No wonder he was once a contender for the throne.

“Boom!!”

That giant hand reached out, expanding endlessly, as if about to engulf the entire Wang Fu—but in truth, its aura locked solely onto Wu Xian and Shi Ziling’s family, intending to trap them within the Palm World and crush them with overwhelming force.

The Shi clan realized this, and their taut nerves relaxed once more.

With Wu Wang himself acting, there was no chance of failure—the demon child, no matter how lawless, would be subdued without a chance to rise again.

This was guaranteed!

“Clang——————!!!”

The sound of a sword being drawn rang out; everyone’s minds went blank, seeing only a magnificent sword qi surge skyward, piercing like a needle into the vast Palm World.

Wherever it passed, the void collapsed, all phenomena shattered; the circling sun and moon, stars and planets exploded into ruin, erased from their very roots into lifeless emptiness.

“Ugh!”

A pained groan echoed from midair; Wu Wang staggered backward from the blazing sun, clutching his chest pierced by the sword qi, spewing blood.

Wu Wang was wounded?!

On the ground, the Shi clan members turned deathly pale, utterly stunned.

At this moment, they all thought the same thing as Shi Li.

How could Wu Xian be this strong? Even Wu Wang couldn’t match him—is the innate supreme being really this unreasonable?

Thinking of this, each of them felt their hair stand on end, icy cold rushing from head to toe.

They had hoped Wu Wang’s arrival would subdue the demon child and restore the Wang Fu’s honor—but never imagined the outcome would be this.

Meanwhile, the various powerful figures watching this scene also drew sharp breaths, staring at the child in the courtyard raising his middle finger, their emotions churning as if witnessing the birth of a future supreme powerhouse.

“Hah! A mere Formation Realm brat—who gave you the courage to speak loudly to me? Get down here!”

Wu Xian paid no mind to the thoughts of those around him; he sneered at Wu Wang in the sky, slowly pressing down his middle finger, then raising his thumb.

The two rubbed together, producing a crisp sound.

“Snap!”

Zhum zhum zhum—

Simultaneously, high above the imperial capital of Shi Kingdom, wind and clouds surged violently, forming a colossal void vortex, within which a half-real, half-illusory rune could be faintly seen, entwined with countless lightning arcs, radiating terrifying power.

With a boom, the lightning within the rune, as if drawn by an invisible force, surged downward like a tidal wave, pouring through the vortex’s fissures like divine punishment descending from heaven.

This happened too swiftly—Wu Wang had no time to dodge; at the last moment, he summoned a bronze furnace, from whose surface six lifelike golden crows of flame burst forth, flapping their wings toward the lightning vortex.

Boom boom boom————!!

The next instant, a horrifying beam of light slammed down; the six mighty golden crows had no chance to struggle—they vanished instantly.

Then, the lightning’s momentum continued, striking the bronze furnace, causing a blinding white glow to erupt across a hundred li of space, lingering for a long time.

About half a minute later, the world cleared; everyone in the capital rushed to look—and saw no trace of Wu Wang in the sky, only a bottomless hundred-zhang pit left on the ground directly below.

Scorching red steam rose, gathering into thick clouds that flowed toward low areas, and a figure, entirely blackened, half his body reduced to charcoal, knelt half-bowed, looking utterly wretched.

“Wu Wang!”

The Shi clan members, seeing the familiar figure, cried out.

But instantly, light flickered—Wu Xian appeared before the mortally wounded Wu Wang as if teleporting, looking down upon him.

“You…”

Wu Wang struggled to open his eyes, gazing at Wu Xian; just as he tried to offer a bitter smile, pain exploded across his cheek, and his entire body spun violently like a top, hurtling backward.

“How’s that?”

Wu Xian kept his hand raised, coldly asking: “Does it hurt especially bad when the palm strikes your own face?”

(End of Chapter)