Chapter 278: Flying Immortal Sect! Dao Soars to the Heavens!

Ye Wuque's casually extended Golden Great Hand was formed by the endless Dao Rule and Great Power.

Within the palm, it seemed to contain the birth and death of the Zhutian Star River, the trajectory of the universe's Reincarnation.

With his casually light press—

Boom！！！！！！！！！

The entire world was covered and ruled by this hand!

The Star River reversed!

Heaven and Earth shattered!

A supreme aura, indescribable in its terror, vastness, and tyranny, erupted like a cosmic tsunami, instantly sweeping the entire Tower region!

Pop—!

Ah!!

No—!!

The first to be hit were the thousands of Heavenly Pride in the middle and lower sections of the Tower, who were struggling to climb or battling each other!

They had not even a moment to react, only feeling an irresistible, incomprehensible Great Power crushing them from all directions and deep within their souls!

The protective divine light shattered instantly!

The divine law vanished like bubbles!

Figures that had previously been fierce and confident were now like leaves in a gale, violently flung away by the invisible terrifying force!

Blood spewed from their mouths, and the sound of bones shattering rang incessantly!

They were swept out from every height of the Tower like dumplings, tracing desperate parabolic arcs, crashing heavily onto distant voids or the ground, their surrounding transmission light flickering wildly, indicating they had been instantly mortally wounded, lost any chance to compete, and were outright eliminated!

The whole process was breath‑takingly fast!

With just a single press, the thousands of Heavenly Pride scattered throughout the Tower, except for a handful at the very top, were cleared ninety‑nine percent!

"It's... it's him! That Ye Demon God!!"

"He actually came here too!"

One of the Heavenly Pride, before being completely blown away, struggled to lift its head, gazing at the calmly standing Ye Wuque in the void, who seemed to have done nothing trivial, its eyes filled with endless terror and bitterness, letting out a desperate roar:

"Ye Demon God! That monster came! How could it be him?! No—!!"

The voice abruptly stopped, and the figure completely vanished.

They could not even muster a single thought of resistance, only deep helplessness and despair.

The name Ye Wuque had long been like a nightmare; now, witnessing its might firsthand, it completely shattered their Dao Heart.

The Golden Great Hand cleared the obstacles, its momentum undiminished, bearing radiant divine might, and continued toward the Tower's summit, where only a few of the most dazzling, most terrifying figures remained… to crush them!

"Outrageous!"

"Cheater!!"

"Open it!"

"Nine Yang sweeps the sky, burning heaven and destroying the world!!"

Zhao Ritian roared in furious anger, nine rotating Golden Suns whirling around his body, erupting a temperature capable of melting ancient stars, forming a destructive torrent that surged against the Golden Great Hand!

"Taiyin Jiemie, ice‑seal eternity!" Ji Yuanyin's face was covered with frost, his jade hand waved, endless Taiyin cold turned into a roaring ice dragon, intending to freeze time and space!

"Roar! Dragon battles in the wild, destroying heaven and earth!" Ao Xiang Jiutian manifested a ten‑thousand‑foot dragon body, golden Dragon Claw tore the sky, bearing the supreme dignity of pure‑blood Dragon Clan, boldly clawing at the hand!

"Nirvana True Fire, incinerating all evils!" Feng Yu Huang spread his twin wings, the sacred yet terrifying Nirvana fire turned into a towering sea of flame, sweeping upward!

These monsters standing atop all the Heavenly Pride, when faced with life‑or‑death crisis, unleashed combat power far beyond their usual terrifying level!

However—

Facing this joint attack capable of destroying heaven and earth, the slowly descending Golden Great Hand did not even alter its trajectory in the slightest.

Snort—!

All their offensives were instantly erased!

They didn't even have the qualification to move Ye Wuque's palm!

Crush the withered, pull the rotten!

Absolute crushing!

Pop!!

Ugh!!

This is impossible—!!

Zhao Ritian, Ji Yuanyin, Ao Xiang Jiutian, and Feng Yu Huang, the four beings, were as if struck head‑on by a primordial giant beast; all their defenses and divine arts appeared utterly laughable and fragile before the Golden Great Hand!

They simultaneously spewed great gulps of blood infused with Primordial essence, their bodies flying backward like kites with cut strings, their faces filled with extreme shock, resentment, and incomprehension!

They were defeated!

They were defeated so thoroughly!

They didn't even have the qualification to make the opponent take them seriously!

The light flickered; these four renowned monsters of countless trials, bearing full humiliation and horror, were teleported out.

Under the Golden Great Hand, at the Tower's summit, only... two figures remained.

One of them was Kunxu, from the Kun Clan.

He did not recklessly strike back like the others; instead, at the moment the Golden Great Hand descended, he employed a subtle body technique, weaving through the terrifying force‑field gaps like a swimming fish. Though he was also shaken to near‑death, he miraculously was not instantly eliminated.

He lifted his head, his eyes deep as ancient wells, staring fixedly at Ye Wuque in the void, his gaze filled with utmost solemnity and… a hint of indescribable panic.

His intuition frantically warned him that the black‑cloaked man before him was an absolutely unbeatable terrifying presence!

Staring deeply at Ye Wuque's calm, unruffled face, Kunxu's gaze shifted repeatedly; finally, he inhaled sharply, his face showing resolute determination.

He faced Ye Wuque's direction, slightly clasped his fists, then his form flickered, directly turning into a streak of light, not looking back as he fled toward the distant sky, abandoning the fight for the Tower!

His choice was wise and decisive.

Rather than grinding to death here against a monster that cannot be defeated, it is better to preserve strength and vie for the Divine Realm Emperor Crystals of the other giant towers!

And the final Dark Shadow, after bearing the vast majority of the Golden Great Hand's pressure, though his body also quaked violently, his face turned pale and a torrent of blood spewed from his mouth, he… was not knocked back, nor did he choose to flee!

On the contrary, under this extreme pressure, it seemed as if a seal within him was shattered, unleashing a terrifying aura far stronger, more vast than before, as if it could crush the ancient heavens, erupting like a dormant volcano!!

Rumble—!!!

Eight-Step Saint King!!

And moreover… Eight-Step Saint King Peak!!

The strength of this aura instantly dispersed the lingering energy turbulence around, causing this Void to warp and wail!

Brilliant mysterious radiance burst from his body, enveloping the ten directions of the universe, making him appear like a young Immortal King descending to the mortal world!

He no longer hides his strength!

Ye Wuque's eyes flickered slightly.

To survive a casual palm strike at merely one hundred‑millionth of one's own power shows this youth is truly extraordinary!

Seeing the young man whose aura surged, Ye Wuque's eyes showed, for the first time, an unmasked look of admiration.

"Oh?" he said softly, his voice calm yet with a hint of interest, "So you are a hidden Eight-Step Saint King… at this age, achieving this, truly deserving of the title of astonishing talent and unparalleled brilliance."

His gaze seemed able to pierce illusion and see through the Primordial, and he continued: "Moreover, judging by your innate constitution, you're only a little over a hundred years old… the Eight-Step Saint King is far from your limit."

"Who… are you?" Ye Wuque asked, with a tone of lofty scrutiny and acknowledgment.

The young man was surrounded by brilliant radiance and the overwhelming aura of the Eight-Step Saint King; even when facing the unfathomable Ye Wuque, he stood upright, his eyes shining like stars, showing no fear, but rather an unparalleled demeanor, neither humble nor arrogant, with sharp brilliance fully displayed.

He met Ye Wuque's gaze, his voice clear and firm, like gold striking jade, resonating through the Void:

"I... am..."

"Flying Immortal Sect... Daofeitian!"