Chapter 125: Casual Strike!

Qin Haoyuan's lofty, fate‑judging words still lingered in the air, exuding undeniable authority and coldness.

Fate runes drifted around him, his aura linked to some thread of this world, as if he could truly command others' fortune and misfortune.

Yet facing this naked threat, Ye Wuque's expression remained calm as an ancient, unchanging cold pool, not even a ripple in his gaze.

He lightly lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over Qin Haoyuan, then glancing at Jun Wentian, Ye Qingtian, and the three black‑robed figures standing aloft in the void, before speaking softly yet clearly enough for all to hear, with ultimate indifference:

"Noisy."

"I'm in a hurry, I have no time to play with you one by one."

"You all… come at me together."

"Come at me together!"

Just four simple words, yet they thundered like a shockwave, instantly freezing the atmosphere in this area!

"Mad!"

"Utterly mad!"

Facing top‑tier heavenly prides from the Immortal Imperial Clan, the Undying Aristocratic Family, and the Supreme Divine Sect—including terrifying beings ranked among the Boundless Heaven's Ten Young Emperors—Ye Wuque actually spoke directly, telling them to attack together!

"Heh… hahaha!"

Qin Haoyuan first froze, then burst out with a furious cold laugh: "I've long heard that Ye Wuque is arrogantly unrivaled, contemptuous of everyone; seeing you today, the reputation is true—indeed even more clueless about heaven and earth than the rumors! I think you've lost your mind!"

He stepped forward, his fate aura surging like a tide, locking onto Ye Wuque:

"Why need allies to kill you? I alone… am enough to send you on your way!"

Jun Wentian at the side curled his lips into a cold arc, his gaze contemptuous, clearly unwilling to join a gang‑up.

Ye Qingtian remained seated in his war chariot, eyes half‑closed, as if the outside world had nothing to do with him.

The three black‑robed figures exuded a chilling aura, showing no reaction at all.

They were all proud and arrogant, believing in their own invincibility; to them, joining forces against an enemy was a disgrace.

"Obstinate and dull." Ye Wuque shook his head slightly, as if with regret, "Then since that's the case, let's start with you."

Before his words faded, Qin Haoyuan had already struck!

"Fate Judgment, Heaven‑Destroying Palm!"

He gave a cold shout, formed seals with both hands; his surrounding fate runes instantly burst into blinding light, weaving into an enormous grayish handprint, as if woven from fate threads.

As this handprint appeared, it seemed to act directly on one's fate trajectory, forcibly seizing the opponent's luck, vitality, and even existence itself.

A strange, heart‑pounding power enveloped Ye Wuque.

This strike had already touched the profound mysteries of the fate law, its power bizarre and terrifying!

Yet Ye Wuque watched the howling fate great handprint approach, his eyes showing not a single ripple.

If it were before his breakthrough, dealing with a heavenly pride like Qin Haoyuan might have taken two or three moves, but now…

He didn't even move his feet, simply raising his right hand casually and then lightly pressing down forward.

The motion was relaxed and effortless, as if swatting an annoying fly.

But at the instant his palm came down——

Boom!!!

An indescribably brilliant and massive golden great hand burst forth into the sky!

This palm seemed forged from pure solar divine gold, its lines like mountain‑river dragon veins, containing the supreme power to suppress the heavens and erase all laws!

The moment the golden great hand appeared, the distorted space seemed to freeze; the so‑called fate great handprint looked tiny before it, like a firefly beside the bright moon!

The golden great hand pressed down lightly, not even touching that fate great handprint, merely an invisible palm wind pressing down——

Sizzle!

The grayish handprint imbued with fate law couldn't even struggle; it instantly shattered into particles, dissolving into nothing!

After obliterating the fate great handprint, the golden great hand's momentum undiminished, it continued toward the backward‑facing Qin Haoyuan, pressing down lightly!

"What?!!" Qin Haoyuan's smirk and confidence instantly turned into boundless shock and terror!

His soul fled, his scalp instantly exploded!

He could not fathom why his full‑powered strike, infused with fate law, was so feeble against the opponent's casual swat!

"Fate Protection!!" At the brink of death, Qin Haoyuan madly roared, desperately channeling all his inner power, even burning his essence blood!

An archaic bronze shield, etched with countless profound fate trajectories, flew instantly from his body, meeting the surge and becoming a giant shield blocking him!

This was one of the life‑saving trump cards granted by the Sixth Elder of the Fate Divine Sect, possessing extremely strong defensive power!

However——Thud!!!

The golden great hand struck down, lightly imprinting upon that fate great shield!

Boom!

With a deafening, muffled blast, that high‑grade fate shield, as frail as paper, couldn't even hold for a breath before shattering into countless bronze fragments that scattered everywhere!

Yet the golden great hand's palm, its force undiminished, firmly struck Qin Haoyuan's chest, where his shattered artifact had backlashed and he spat blood!

"No!!!" Qin Haoyuan let out a final desperate, unwilling roar.

Pfft!

His body, together with its divine soul, under that absolute crushing force, exploded like a watermelon smashed by a heavy hammer!

Turning into a thick blood mist that permeated the air!

The Fate Divine Sect Sixth Elder's personally transmitted disciple, the renowned heavenly pride Qin Haoyuan……has fallen!

Slapped into nothingness by Ye Wuque's casual palm!

Silence!

After a death‑like silence, the surroundings erupted in uncontrollable exclamations!

"Fuck!"

One palm... just one palm! Qin Haoyuan... dead?!

My heavens! Ye Wuque's strength... just how terrifying has it become?!

Does he not fear the Fate Divine Sect's frenzied retaliation? Qin Haoyuan is the heart and flesh of that Sixth Elder!

Countless gazes focused on Ye Wuque, filled with shock, fear, and deep apprehension.

The strength Ye Wuque displayed far surpassed their imagination!

However, surprisingly, among the other top Heavenly Prides present—Jun Wentian, Ye Qingtian, and the three black-robed individuals—their expressions, upon seeing Qin Haoyuan slapped to death with one palm, although their eyes slightly contracted, showed little shock or fear on their faces; instead, they continued to maintain their respective aloofness, profundity, or gloom.

It seemed as if Qin Haoyuan's death was not enough to make them feel threatened.

Ye Wuque flicked his hand, as if doing something trivial, his gaze once again calmly sweeping over the remaining people, his tone still indifferent:

"Now, can we all go up together?"

"Don't blame Ye for not giving you a chance."

"Come! Give it your all..."

His voice suddenly took on a strange rhythm, like a demon's whisper, yet also like an emperor's decree:

"Please me!"

Boom!!!

Just at the moment when the atmosphere became stagnant and tense to the extreme, killing intent almost solidifying——

An anomaly occurred again!