Chapter 103: A Tiny Ant Shakes a Great Tree!

The greed and murderous intent suppressed to the extreme finally detonated completely at a certain threshold!

"Damn it! Fortune sought in danger! The greatest chance of the ancient secret realm! The supreme treasure for escaping with one's life! It's right before us! Are we supposed to just watch it happen?!"

A bald brute with a snarling scarred face and a fierce aura roared suddenly, his eyes blood‑red, and greed finally completely overwhelmed fear!

"Attack together! We are many and powerful! Tens of thousands of brothers! One drop of spit from each can drown them! Are we still scared of just one Ye Wuque and a wet‑nosed kid?!"

"Kill him! Take his treasure! Then we'll all share! Charge!!"

The scarred bald brute howled, first activating a blood‑colored Great Axe, enveloped in the ferocious cultivation of the Immortal Staircase Peak, and charged at Ye Wuque like a mad demon!

His movement seemed to light the fuse of a barrel of explosives!

"Kill!!"

"The treasure belongs to the worthy! Why can't we seize it?"

"He's only two people! What are we afraid of! Up we go!"

"Whoever grabs it gets it!!"

Thousands upon thousands of outlaws, assassins, and Heavenly Pride with hidden grudges, already driven insane by greed, erupted like a breached flood, booming wildly!

Countless Dao Bodies turned into streaks of light, the radiance of myriad divine abilities instantly illuminating the chaotic starry sky, ferocious energy waves weaving into a sea of Destruction, surging from all directions, heaven and earth, to brutally assault Ye Wuque and Xiao Jie at the center!

That scene was the epitome of madness!

It was like a pack of rabid dogs starved for centuries spotting a pile of dung!

Facing this overwhelming, hair‑raising, temporarily blinding frenzy, Ye Wuque's expression remained as calm as an eternal deep pool, not even a flicker in his gaze.

Beside him, Xiao Jie let out an excited howl, his blood and qi boiling again, ready to rush forward and slay all around.

However, Ye Wuque gently raised a hand and blocked him.

"Step back first. Let me handle it."

The moment his words fell, Ye Wuque casually... extended his right palm.

It was such a simple gesture.

The next moment—

Boom!!!

An incomprehensible, vast and terrifying pressure suddenly radiated from Ye Wuque, spreading wildly in all eight directions!

It seemed as if an ancient primordial deity, dormant for billions of years, slowly opened its eyes at this moment!

Heaven... darkened!

It wasn't the light that vanished, but a gigantic, unimaginable palm-shaped void that seemed to cover the entire Star Domain, materializing out of nowhere!

The palm's lines were distinct, each ridge turning into a roaring Star River, containing endless power and law!

With the palm facing down, it slowly pressed down, its coverage perfectly enveloping the tens of thousands of greedy beings charging madly.

"What—what is that?!"

"My hand... can't move!"

"Space is sealed! The law... the law is wailing!"

"No!!!"

"This can't be!!!"

The frenzy and greed on the scarred bald brute's face at the front froze instantly, replaced by boundless terror and horror!

He realized his proud cultivation was minuscule under this massive palm, like an ant!

The blood‑colored Great Axe he frantically drove had not yet touched the palm's shadow when it let out a wail and snapped inch by inch!

The Space around him hardened like divine steel, pinning him immobile, not even a finger could move!

It wasn't just him; every being that surged forward, regardless of cultivation level or origin, now felt the same Great Terror!

They seemed trapped in the deepest nightmare, bodies shackled by invisible chains, forced to watch the giant palm that seemed to embody Heavenly Dao's judgment slowly descend, obscuring all sight and cutting off all life!

It was an absolute crushing on a higher tier!

It was a massive disparity in the very nature of life!

Ye Wuque stood his ground, black hair fluttering lightly, black robe stirring faintly, his expression still placid.

It was as if that terrifying palm that blocked the sky and shook the Star Domain wasn't even from his hand, or to him, it was as simple as swatting a few flies.

Then the palm that covered the Star Domain gently pressed downward.

Puff puff puff puff puff……!!!

A rapid series of tingling, bean‑roasting‑like tiny explosions crackled, like a death march, resonating throughout the palm's covered area!

Each sound signified a life that moments ago was fresh, brimming with greed and murderous intent, now crushed by invisible colossal force, Flesh and Dao Body alike exploding without resistance... Boom!

Tens of thousands of Dark Cultivators, including many in the later Immortal Staircase stages and even hidden Immortal Staircase Peak elders, were all turned under this palm into dazzling, tragic Blood Mist, instantly staining the starry sky a shocking dark red!

A thick, unbreakable scent of blood mingled with the Grievance of shattered Dao Bodies spread, making one feel nauseous.

When the phantom of that sky‑blocking palm slowly faded, revealing again the twisted spacetime rift behind, the once noisy, frantic, crowd‑filled starry sky became a void of Line: Dead Silence, its emptiness chilling to the bone.

Only the drifting Blood Mist and lingering energy ripples silently narrated the horrific, slaughter‑like scene that had just unfolded.