Chapter 110

It stared blankly at the empty expanse before it, then looked at Ye Wuque standing with hands behind his back, his white robe spotless, as if unable to accept this fact.

Its elite warriors under its command… were completely wiped out by a single palm strike from the opponent?!

「This… this is impossible!! 」

After a moment of Dead Silence, the nine-headed monster let out a sharp, twisted howl filled with disbelief, its eighteen eyes fixed tightly on Ye Wuque.

「Who… who exactly are you?! How could someone like you exist in this place? ！」

Its voice was no longer the initial contempt and arrogance, but carried an unprecedented gravity and a barely perceptible tremor.

Ye Wuque slowly turned, his calm gaze falling on it, without answering its meaning, he simply said lightly: 「Now, it's your turn. 」

The nine-headed monster's nine heads shook violently at once, as if enraged by Ye Wuque's dismissive attitude, but it forcibly suppressed its anger; the central main head stared fixedly at Ye Wuque, its voice turning low and lethal:

「You little ant! You do have some strength, exceeding this prince's expectations! You are worthy to know who will end you! 」

It raised its nine heads, displaying an arrogant and noble bearing, though at this moment it appeared somewhat ridiculous:

「Listen well! This prince is the noble nine-headed royal prince of the Nine Nether… Ming Nine Heaven! To die at this prince's hand is your supreme honor……」

Before it could finish speaking, Ye Wuque's figure had already vanished from the spot!

「You mongrel… so much nonsense. 」

A cold voice rang in Ming Nine Heaven's ears; Ye Wuque's specter-like figure appeared at its left side, a fist wrapped in Chaos Qi, seeming able to shatter the ancient firmament, having torn through space, it slammed fiercely toward one of its ferocious heads!

Where the fist's edge passed, space collapsed layer by layer!

「You!! 」

Ming Nine Heaven was both shocked and angry; it never expected the opponent to disregard convention, striking as soon as they said they would!

In its haste, one head spewed forth a jet of ink‑black light, containing intense corrosive and destructive aura, rushing toward Ye Wuque's fist!

At the same time, the other eight heads, from various angles, either tore, sprayed poison, or unleashed bizarre soul attacks, all aimed at Ye Wuque!

Yet Ye Wuque was certain to prevail with this fist strike!

「Chaos Dragon Emperor Fist! 」

Roar!!

Faintly, it seemed a Chaos Dragon shadow that overawed the Zhutian and split the primordial void coiled around his fist's edge, emitting a heaven‑shaking dragon chant!

That Chaos Qi was overbearing beyond compare, as if it could assimilate and annihilate any foreign energy!

Boom!!!

The Chaos‑wreathed fist fiercely collided with the black light pillar!

That black light pillar, capable of easily heavily injuring or even slaying an ordinary Immortal‑stage Great Perfection, before the Chaos Dragon Emperor Fist, was like meeting its nemesis, shattered and devoured as easily as crushing dry weeds!

The fist's force waned slightly, yet it remained unstoppable, smashing hard onto the head of Ming Nine Heaven that had spewed the light pillar!

Crack! Splurt!!

Bone‑cracking and flesh‑shattering sounds rang out simultaneously!

Ming Nine Heaven's ferocious head, together with a small portion of its neck, was directly blown by Ye Wuque's overbearing fist into a sky‑filling blood mist!

Black blood mixed with shattered bone and brain matter sprayed everywhere!

「Whoa!!! 」

Ming Nine Heaven's remaining eight heads simultaneously unleashed anguished, furious wails to the extreme; its massive body staggered backward, each step cracking the Void, black blood gushing like a spring from the severed neck!

Its remaining eight pairs of eyes stared fixedly at Ye Wuque, filled with hatred, shock, and a hint of disbelief‑tinged fear!

The opponent's power actually completely restrained its Nine Nether power?!

And it was overbearing and fierce to this extent!

Ye Wuque, pressing his advantage, closed in like a shadow, unleashing both fists; Chaos Qi permeated, dragon chants rose, about to utterly blast Ming Nine Heaven to death here!

Ming Nine Heaven's soul fled in panic; it frantically stirred its inner power, the eight heads spewing various bizarre runes and barriers to block, while its body shot back, trying to open distance.

But Ye Wuque's combat experience was extraordinarily rich; his assault came like a wind and rainstorm, giving it no chance to breathe!

The Chaos Dragon Emperor Fist is utmost yang, utmost yang, utmost overbearing, utmost strong, specially designed to restrain all yin, evil, and strange forces; Ming Nine Heaven's defenses kept shattering before the fist's edge!

Bang bang bang!

Then came three more punches; Ming Nine Heaven fought desperately to block, yet two more heads were blasted apart, the remaining five heads covered in wounds, its vitality rapidly waning, its massive body riddled with cracks—clearly it had suffered grave injury!

Defeat was merely a matter of time!

Ye Wuque's gaze turned icy; he was about to press the advantage, finish it off, perform a soul search, and extort from it the purpose of the Nine Nether's incursion into the spacetime rift and the so‑called Holy Son intelligence.

However, at this very moment, the gravely wounded Ming Nine Heaven, seeing no hope of escape, raised its remaining five heads, a flash of utter madness and resolve crossing its eyes; it no longer retreated, but instead let out a hysterical howl brimming with hatred and a kind of bizarre fervor:

「You ants of the Nine Heavens Ten Lands! You will all die!! 」

「The Holy Son has already descended!! 」

「Your doom has arrived!! The glory of the Nine Nether will devour everything!! I await you down here!! Hahahaha……」

The mad laughter cut off abruptly!

Ming Nine Heaven's shattered body suddenly swelled, an extremely unstable, destructive energy surge erupting wildly from its core!

It actually chose self‑detonation without the slightest hesitation!

Not a trace of hesitation!

Ye Wuque's expression shifted slightly; his form instantly shot backward, while his whole body blazed with golden light, the Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body pushed to the utmost, shielding himself and the already‑terrified survivors behind him!

Boom—!!!

A terrifying black energy storm instantly swept forth; its destructive impact wave slammed hard against Ye Wuque's golden‑body shield, producing a deafening roar, the shield quivered violently, but ultimately held firm.

When the energy storm gradually dissipated, the place where Ming Nine Heaven had been left only a huge spatial black hole and a haze of black energy dust; all traces of its existence were completely erased.

Ye Wuque withdrew his protective golden light, gazing at that emptiness, his brow slightly furrowed.

Ming Nine Heaven's final hysterical howl, especially the words 「The Holy Son has already descended」, made his ominous premonition grow stronger.

The Nine Nether's operation this time was certainly no petty skirmish; its aim must be enormously grand!

Inside this spacetime rift, I'm afraid there are already surging undercurrents.