Chapter 810: One Palm, Annihilation

Not only did the seven dynasties' emperors recognize Ying Xiaoxiao's true soul, but countless faces across Yan and Chu's immortal cities, once filled with grief and fury, now turned to shock.

They were the surviving subjects, ancient ministers of the Fusu Immortal Dynasty—how could they not recognize the personal disciple of that Emperor, the War God's daughter of the Fusu Immortal Dynasty?!

She had not perished; instead, she had hidden within the vast river of time, unknown to all.

Tears of scalding heat streamed from their eyes—if they had known earlier, they would have spared no cost to find her and devoted every ounce of strength to aid her.

At this moment, Ying Xiaoxiao's entire body shimmered with seven-colored temporal energy, and on her forehead, between her brows, a perfect circle of light emerged, spinning like a seven-colored gemstone.

Li Hao stood beside her and immediately realized that everything around him seemed to have stopped, moving with excruciating slowness.

Terrifying temporal power encircled Ying Xiaoxiao.

The aura of the Time Origin was profoundly deep, chilling to the bone, as if one could be dragged into a ten-thousand-zhang abyss and never climb back against the current.

"Break!"

Ying Xiaoxiao raised her palm, and before the eyes of countless souls in the Southern Region, under countless gazes, her snow-white, slender hand gently slapped the void—appearing utterly without momentum, yet as if it had traveled through the ages.

"No good, Master Ji Ming, dodge quickly!"

Suddenly, the elder of the Imperial Clan who had restrained Wang Shanhe narrowed his pupils and roared in alarm.

Ji Ming, at this moment, had already mobilized all his power; when she had blocked his previous palm strike, he had sensed her extraordinary nature—the dense aura of the Time Origin made him feel suffocated, even though he himself had cultivated the Time Origin Dao to the sixth level, so he held no contempt.

But now, her palm strike contained not a shred of power.

Indeed, he felt no torrential surge of immortal force, nor any hint of her intent to kill.

Yet… he suddenly felt a chilling dread—how could this be?

As a pseudo-Imperial Heir who had fought his way out of his clan's bloodshed, he instantly unleashed his Dao Domain, raised his palm, and struck three times with the Great Emperor's Sorrowful Hand, each strike pressing down as if compressing the surrounding spacetime until it cracked, countless immortal forces shooting out, chains of immortal laws clattering as they sought to bind all.

Beneath that furious imperial palm, her snow-white hand remained impossibly gentle, as if plucking a blue lotus from a snow-capped peak.

Boom!

A muffled sound, as if the world had fallen utterly silent, suddenly rang out—then the three imperial palms, radiating boundless pressure, froze in place and shattered.

Along with them, the Dao Domain enveloping the heavens and earth, and Ji Ming himself, shattered.

His pupils widened, yet his eyes cracked into fragments; cracks erupted from within his body, spreading outward, his cultivation base plummeting rapidly, his imperial blood decaying swiftly, his hair turning white in an instant like a thousand-year-old elder, spewing forth a great gout of blood, his body staggering as if drained beyond endurance.

"You—"

Boom! The moment he spoke a single word, his body exploded violently, turning into blood mist and dust before all eyes.

One moment a peerless prodigy standing aloof like an ancient immortal, the next reduced to ruin, body shattered—this sight left countless people stunned, staring blankly, minds numb.

"How is this possible?!"

The numerous Immortal Lords present froze in shock, then filled their faces with horror.

The girl's aura was also at the seventh level of Immortal Lord—yet within the same realm, she could not only match the pseudo-Imperial Heir, but shatter his body with a single palm?!

Even her Primordial Spirit, at this moment, was rapidly withering, fading, as if about to vanish!

"A palm cast from childhood, spanning nearly a thousand years of time—what terrifying mastery of time! At the Immortal Lord realm, she has reached the seventh level of the Time Origin…"

The kings present, however, wore expressions of terror, staring at the girl as if seeing a ghost.

Many among them had not even comprehended the Time Origin to this degree.

In the void, Ji Ming's physical body had already turned to dust, his Primordial Spirit withering and fading like a soul-flame, burning desperately, emitting agonized screams, until it wavered precariously, like a candle in the wind!

The power of that seemingly weightless palm stunned countless onlookers.

"Your Majesty, please save our clan's young master!"

The Imperial Clan elder immediately looked up toward the majestic figure within the clouds and pleaded.

Though he himself could crush the girl, he was constrained by the mad Immortal King beside him, and given the girl's ruthless methods, even he could not save Ji Ming.

Hearing his plea, Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes turned icy as she looked up at the Supreme Being.

The many Dao lights hovering behind the majestic figure suddenly shot forth, piercing through space and time, sinking into the drifting Primordial Spirit of Ji Ming.

Quickly, the Primordial Spirit stabilized; his body, reduced to dust, rapidly regrew, healing in an instant.

It was less like healing and more like rewinding—as if time flowed backward, everything returning to its original state!

If Ying Xiaoxiao had struck Ji Ming with a killing palm a thousand years ago, and its effect had rippled to this moment, then the Supreme Being had reversed a thousand years of time—including the temporal force that had propagated through it—erasing it completely.

Seeing this, the Imperial Clan elder exhaled in relief—so long as the Supreme Being intervened, no one would dare act rashly, no one would dare kill.

This sudden reversal left countless people in silence—a palm of annihilation, then instant revival. Though Ji Ming had returned to life, the girl's displayed power left countless hearts shaken.

They had believed Ji Ming was invincible among Immortal Lords—yet he had fallen to a single palm from a girl of the same realm!

"You—"

Ji Ming understood what had happened; though his body had been reversed, his memories remained unchanged, and now his eyes blazed with murderous intent and fury.

Aside from facing his own clan's Imperial Heirs, he had never felt such crushing defeat.

Ying Xiaoxiao turned her gaze upon him; she showed no anger at his revival—as if she had foreseen it—and said coldly:

"As an Imperial Clan member, fulfill your promise. Let him go."

Hearing this, Ji Ming felt as if slapped across the face, burning with humiliation—he was supremely proud, born noble, yet he had been defeated so utterly, so disgracefully!

He hadn't even had time to unleash his Imperial Clan's immortal treasures—her palm, traveling through a thousand years, had destroyed him directly; the temporal refraction force had rendered all his life-saving artifacts useless!

Without the Supreme Being's intervention, he would already be dead!

"Who are you?!"

He gritted his teeth, eyes like a wounded, furious wolf, glaring fiercely at Ying Xiaoxiao.

Ying Xiaoxiao glanced at him coldly, saying nothing.

Ji Ming was filled with shock and fury, but a voice echoed in his mind from the Imperial Clan elder: "She is Shi Miao, a top prodigy from one hundred thousand years ago, the Immortal Emperor's personal disciple, once a peak Immortal King. This is merely her reincarnated body. Young master, your defeat is normal—do not fight her directly."

"The Immortal Emperor's personal disciple from one hundred thousand years ago?"

"A reincarnated body?"

Ji Ming froze, then clenched his fists. Though knowing her true identity eased his heart slightly, he still could not accept that he had been so fragile before a peer!

Gazing into her cold eyes, he felt she regarded him as utterly insignificant—this feeling had always been his to bestow upon others; he had never experienced it from anyone else.

"Shi Miao… I remember you. Reborn in this age, I will shatter your arrogant bones as a child of heaven!"

Ji Ming clenched his fists, suppressing the oceanic rage in his heart, and whispered low: "I will keep my word—I will ensure the boy's safety."

Then, he abruptly waved his hand and declared loudly: "I will honor my promise—the boy will be protected by my Imperial Clan!"

Hearing this, the Yinhai Clan and Fengling Clan beside him turned ashen-faced—who could have imagined that this pseudo-Imperial Heir would lose, and lose so catastrophically?!

Now, if Li Hao were allowed to leave, his two clans would never know peace. With Li Hao's displayed talent, even if he never entered the Primordial True Realm, becoming a peak Immortal King was foreseeable—and while he might not threaten the top twenty great clans, he would be a devastating blow to them!

Moreover, with the Imperial Clan protecting him, they could no longer strike at Li Hao—otherwise, the Imperial Clan, protective of its honor, would see this as a grave insult to their pseudo-Imperial Heir, inviting endless trouble, perhaps even immediate retribution.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Does this brat have such a lucky life?"

"If Shi Miao's reincarnation has appeared, does that mean many remnants of that cursed immortal still survive?"

The Yinhai Clan and Fengling Clan both wore grim expressions; now, they could only seek protection from the Tiangong, for their actions had been meant to please the Emperor's favor.

Hearing Ji Ming's words, Meng Wanning and the rest of the Meng Clan were filled with joy; their anger toward the pseudo-Imperial Heir lessened somewhat—he at least had the courage to keep his word.

On the solitary peak, the old man holding his fishing rod gazed silently at the horizon.

Seeing this outcome, he was not surprised; from the moment the girl appeared, he had known the pseudo-Imperial Heir was no match for her.

After all, one hundred thousand years ago, he had witnessed her terrifying power firsthand—back then, he had just become a disciple of the Supreme Being, a top prodigy himself, yet he was merely the disciple of a disciple who had lost to her—he had never even had the right to fight her.

He would never forget how she had looked down upon the True Realm, contending with other super monsters of that era.

"You've dawdled so long… finally caught a big fish, eh? I wonder what else this big fish will attract. Master, your fishing skill still surpasses mine…"

He murmured softly to himself, a bitter smile on his lips, his gaze fixed on the boy and girl, now filled only with pity.

Times have changed. The once celestial prodigy, the spirit of Time Origin, now likely faces quiet annihilation—ending all that transpired one hundred thousand years ago.

High in the sky, Li Hao heard Ji Ming's words but showed no joy; instead, his brow furrowed, and he immediately turned his gaze toward the majestic figure within the clouds.

"You must leave quickly."

Li Hao whispered to Ying Xiaoxiao, "This Supreme Being will not let you go."

"I know."

Ying Xiaoxiao's expression remained calm; she looked gently at Li Hao and said, "As long as you leave safely, the future True Realm needs you—and so does my future self!"

Li Hao froze, unsure what she had seen in the future—or whether she had come from it.

The former Shi Miao was born from the Time Origin, and even during the Ancient Demon War, she had not been fully destroyed—what mysterious power beyond the tenth level of the Time Origin she wielded remained unknown.

"You mean… you'll be there in the future too?"

Li Hao whispered his question.

Ying Xiaoxiao nodded slightly, her eyes shifting subtly; she reached out, took Li Hao's hand, and gently stroked it, speaking softly:

"I wish time could freeze right now. But alas, there are too many Immortal Kings here, and that Supreme Being—even I cannot stop time."

She glanced at Li Hao, then lifted her gaze toward the kings, stunned and conflicted, her eyes sharpening, radiating intense might, her entire body exuding a deep, battlefield-saturated aura of death:

"My master, Tianyang Immortal Emperor, never betrayed humanity, never betrayed the Southern Region. He perished at the hands of Heaven's Dao—his merits and faults shall be judged by posterity. But posterity must not fabricate, must not slander! Do you believe the words of the living, yet deny the truth of the dead? Who is retreating? Who is the traitor!"

Her voice rang clear, spreading outward.

But suddenly, her expression changed—she stared at the Supreme Being in shock and fury.

Her voice was enveloped by a force and did not reach beyond; under that force's isolation, outsiders saw only her cold expression, her lips unmoving.

He had frozen the instant before she spoke, projecting only that image to the Southern Region.

"You betrayed your master's trust—you are unworthy to be a Supreme Being!"

Ying Xiaoxiao's face was filled with murderous intent, her eyes blazing fiercely at the Supreme Being's face, swirling with temporal power as she resisted his overwhelming pressure.

I never expected you to hide within the river of time, surviving until now. It seems you once uncovered the true essence of time, mastering the Emperor-level temporal power beyond the tenth level!

The Supreme Being's gaze was cold and indifferent as he said, "But unfortunately, none of you will leave today. I wonder how many more remnants your existence will attract."

"You!"

Hearing the other's words, Ying Xiaoxiao turned pale—this was no longer any pretense; most crucially, the other didn't say "you," but "you all," which included Li Hao!

She wasn't worried for her own safety, but Li Hao could not be harmed.

Though in the future she had seen Li Hao still existing, shining brilliantly, the future could change—just as she had just shattered through a thousand years with a single palm strike.

As an Immortal Emperor, she naturally possessed the power to manipulate the future.

"Despicable!"

Ying Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, her temporal power surging, immortal energy exploding; the circular mark on her forehead now radiated an even more dazzling aura—it was unmistakably an Immortal Seal!

Yet this Immortal Seal was not of the Nine Sequences, but the legendary Dao Source Immortal Seal of the True Realm!

"If we die, we'll take them down with us!"

Suddenly, she drew from the spacetime a longsword, its blade radiating terrifying domain power—it was unmistakably a Domain Artifact.

She charged forward with the sword, not toward the Supreme One, but toward Jianxin and Mingyue beside her.

Since the other had slandered her master, she would slay the other's disciples.

Otherwise, even if her power were ten times greater, she could not inflict the slightest wound upon that Supreme One.

Jianxin and Mingyue beside her were stunned—just moments ago, the other had defeated Di Jiming, leaving them emotionally stirred and conflicted.

As fellow direct disciples of the Supreme One, the other's combat strength surpassed their imagination.

They never expected that in an instant, the other's deadly intent had engulfed them.

"Seize her!"

The Supreme One gave a cold command.

A force suddenly rose and enveloped Mingyue and Jianxin.

The Immortal Guard Commander above the Emperor's Platform suddenly shot forward with a howl, his entire body radiating the tyrannical power of an Immortal King, as if ten thousand great mountains crushed down upon Ying Xiaoxiao.

(End of Chapter)