Chapter 109

Facing dozens of Nine Nether beings whose murderous aura shot to the heavens, their bloody and eerie noble aura intertwined.

Ye Wuque stood alone before the few surviving Nine Heavens Living Beings, his white robe fluttering without wind, his expression calm as water.

Only in those deep Dark Eyes did icy cold stars glimmer.

The leading Nine Nether being bore nine ferocious, twisted heads resembling pythons yet covered in fine bone scales, its eighteen eyes flashing with cruel and arrogant light.

Seeing Ye Wuque easily slay one of its powerful subordinates, its nine heads simultaneously emitted a disdainful cold snarl, a sharp, piercing sound like metal scraping:

"Hiss… I never expected to find something somewhat resembling a Nine Heavens ant in this remote trash heap!"

"Too bad, you'll die all the same!"

"Just a slightly stronger ant, that's all!"

The central largest head suddenly rose, issuing a command:

"All together! Tear him apart! Devour his flesh and soul!"

Roar!!

The dozens of various forms of Nine Netherworld spirits behind it let out earth‑shaking roars, like a black flood bursting a dam, carrying corrupting life force and soul‑polluting evil energy, they surged from all directions madly to tear Ye Wuqie apart!

Claws, bone spikes, venom, dark divine abilities……

Various attacks intertwined into a net of death, instantly submerging the space around Ye Wuqie!

That terrifying momentum left the dozen or so surviving Nine Heavenly spirits behind Ye Wuqie with faces as pale as paper, nearly suffocating; the spark of hope that had just risen in their eyes instantly dimmed, leaving only despair.

Even this esteemed person before us would probably have to temporarily avoid the brunt of such an onslaught, wouldn't they?

Yet, faced with an onslaught capable of instantly pulverizing ordinary beings, Ye Wuqie merely slowly raised his right palm.

His movement appeared unhurried, even bearing a strange rhythm.

But as his palm rose, the light in the entire area suddenly dimmed, as if all light were being swallowed and absorbed by that palm!

An indescribably vast and terrifying will and power frenetically condensed between his palms!

The laws of heaven and earth seemed to wail and worship!

"Heaven‑Earth Myriad Transformations, God‑Slaying Palm!"

Ye Wuqie's calm voice, like a divine edict from the Nine Heavens, rang out calmly.

The next moment, his raised palm gently pressed forward.

Boom!!!

A colossal chaos‑colored palm imprint, impossible to describe in words, appeared out of nowhere!

This palm seemed condensed from endless chaotic currents, its lines clear as mountain ranges and earth's veins, its palm seeming to contain the supreme mystery of heaven and earth's creation and the birth and extinction of all things!

It blotted out the sky and sun, covered the heavens, enveloping all the Nine Netherworld spirits that lunged forward, together with their attacks, within its shadow!

The God‑Slaying Palm imprint slowly pressed down, bearing an absolute, irresistible will of destruction!

Where it passed, space silently turned into the most primal particles; the attacks emitted by the Nine Netherworld spirits—whether energy or physical impact—upon touching the chaotic flow at the edge of the palm imprint, instantly melted and vanished like snow under a blazing sun!

"No!!"

"What power is this?!"

"Prince, save me!!"

Those originally ferocious and brutal Nine Netherworld spirits now finally felt an unprecedented great terror!

They howled and struggled madly, trying to escape the palm's imprint or unleash their strongest attacks against it, but all was in vain!

Their attacks were like mud‑cows entering the sea; their bodies were locked fast by the invisible force field, able only to watch helplessly as the gigantic palm of destruction slowly descended!

Puff puff puff puff!!!!

Like a red‑hot branding iron plunged into snow.

Under the palm imprint, those dozens of mighty Nine Netherworld spirits—their bodies, their souls, every trace of their existence—under the palm's power that contains the myriad transformations of heaven and earth and ultimate destruction, could not even utter more than a few cries before they exploded like erased stains, one after another, utterly powerless to resist, turning into clusters of pure black elemental energy, which were then utterly purified and annihilated by the chaotic currents, vanishing without a trace!

Just a single palm!

Just moments ago, those dozens of Nine Netherworld spirits, whose ferocious flames had almost slaughtered the surviving Nine Heavenly spirits, were instantly wiped out!

The palm imprint slowly dissipated, revealing behind it a vast expanse smoothed into absolute void.

Only a faint trace of chaotic aura lingered in the air, together with the heart‑pounding after‑shock of destruction, bearing witness to the terror of that palm.

The scene fell into a death‑like silence.

The dozen or so surviving Nine Heavenly spirits stared with mouths agape, eyes wide as saucers, staring at Ye Wuqie's back as if seeing a ghost, their minds blank, utterly unable to comprehend what had just transpired.

And on the field, the only Nine Netherworld spirit still standing was the nine‑headed monster that led them.

The eighteen eyes on its nine heads were now filled with utter shock, bewilderment, and… a hint of incomprehensible fear!