Chapter 382: Indeed

Boom!!!!

Luo Beihuang did not utter another useless sentence.

Luo Beihuang moved in an instant!

The motion reached the extreme limit!

In those Dark Eyes flickered a heart‑pounding bloodlust and a wildly excited glow!

"Supreme Celestial Vein! Forbidden Blood Path!"

A hoarse yet rhythmically strange roar burst from Luo Beihuang's throat, which was flowing with pus‑blood!

Buzz——!

In an instant, a bizarre aura unlike ordinary spiritual energy, magical power, or even the force of rules erupted thunderously from deep within Luo Beihuang's shattered body, spreading vast and mighty!

That aura was filled with discord.

It bore a grand, majestic magnitude, yet was intermingled with a thick, unbreakable filth, chaos, bloodiness and madness!

It seemed like a grotesque product that forcibly fused the sacred with the evil, order with chaos!

Ye Wuque's calm gaze flickered slightly.

In his perception, Luo Beihuang's aura, at this moment, was like a ferocious beast whose shackles had been released, beginning a frantic expansion and qualitative change!

A special power system unique to Luo Beihuang himself was operating and erupting at a staggering speed!

Heh heh heh……

Luo Beihuang's gruesome wounds on his body instantly burst wider, spewing more dark‑red pus‑blood mixed with a strange yellow‑green fluid, yet he showed no sign of pain; the remaining intact skin twisted into an even more excited grin.

His aura, amid this self‑destructive eruption, surged wildly!

Five Tribulation quasi‑Immortal… Five Tribulation pinnacle… thunderously broke through the barriers!

Six Tribulation quasi‑Immortal!

Moreover, it was far beyond the usual early Six Tribulation level; its energy condensation and strange contaminating nature could make Dark Cultivators of the same rank feel their scalp tingle!

"I have to say… truly a talent."

Ye Wuque evaluated coldly in his heart.

Putting aside his twisted evil nature, methods and goals, the fact that Luo Beihuang could, by his own sheer force, forge such a formidable bizarre power system, with its obsession, madness and a certain kind of "innate talent," indeed drew attention.

Unfortunately, the path went astray, and it veered into an incurable abyss that both humans and gods despise.

The timing was delayed, but the moment was swift!

From Luo Beihuang's sudden rise to his aura climbing to the Six Tribulation quasi‑Immortal level, the whole process lasted only a flash of lightning!

"Junior brother… become part of my great research!!"

Luo Beihuang let out a maniacal laugh and roar, his Dark Eye glowing intensely, and he lunged forward a step, spreading his right hand's five fingers, and fiercely clawed at Ye Wuque through the air!

"Xuesha Heavenly Net! Myriad Corrupt God Claw!"

Boom!!!

The Void seemed like a pond of filthy blood into which a massive stone had been thrown, violently rippling and corroding!

A sky‑covering blood‑colored great hand materialized out of thin air, brazenly appearing!

The hand was colossal, almost covering half of the Dead Silence Star Domain; its palm lines were clear, yet composed of countless writhing, wailing twisted faces, flowing filthy blood runes, and eerie white‑bone shadows!

The moment the great hand appeared, it exuded a torrent of bloodiness, filth, and corruption, as if from the deepest Nine Nether blood‑stained hell, seeking to drag all that is sacred, pure, and alive into eternal filth and Dead Silence!

The blood‑colored great hand pressed down on everything, its five fingers curved like hooks, bearing terrifying power that extinguishes spiritual light, corrodes laws, and pollutes souls, slamming onto Ye Wuque's crown!

Where it passed, Space was not torn but polluted into viscous, bubbling black stains that would not heal for a long time.

Nearby already‑broken star fragments and continental wreckage, swept by the hand's aftershock, silently melted into disgusting, black‑smoke‑emitting fluid, eventually vanishing completely!

The fingertips and palm of that blood‑colored great hand continuously dripped viscous, foul‑smelling, corrosive blue‑smoke‑emitting filthy blood!

These filthy blood droplets seemed to possess a living, terrifying weight, falling into the Void below; each drop hissed horrifically, instantly corroding a terrifying pit over ten thousand meters across, bottomless, its edges constantly spewing black smoke and strange bubbles!

It seemed even the foundation of this Dead Silence Star Domain was being poisoned and shattered!

"Die! Senior brother has been waiting for this moment for an unknown length of time!!"

Luo Beihuang's bizarre shriek, mixed with the booming of the blood hand tearing the Void and the corrosive sound of filthy blood dripping, added even more madness and a determined resolve.

Facing this terrifying strike that would make ordinary Six Tribulation quasi‑Immortals turn pale and retreat three houses, Ye Wuque's expression remained as calm as a deep pool of water, unmoved.

He made no evasive move.

Only at the instant the sky‑covering blood‑colored great hand was about to reach him, the filthy stench already fluttered his black robe with a rustling sound—

Ye Wuque slowly raised his right hand.

Its five fingers were slender, joints distinct, skin lustrous, as if carved from the finest jade.

Then, he lightly probed that overwhelmingly filthy, world‑polluting blood‑colored giant palm.

Boom—boom—boom!

Void trembles!

Heaven and earth change color!

A great hand purely formed from dazzling golden light materialized out of thin air before Ye Wuque!

This Golden Great Hand, sky‑covering, its golden light pure, transparent, weighty, seemed forged from countless compressed miniature stars, containing the supreme Great Power that suppresses Zhutian and shatters all laws.

On the hand, the palm lines were clearly visible, each pattern like a natural Dao trace, flowing with an eternal, supreme aura.

"Boom—boom—boom—boom——!!!!"

In the next instant, the Golden Great Hand and the sky‑covering blood hand collided brazenly without any flourish!

There was no stalemate.

There was no resistance.

Only a one‑sided, crushing, obliterating onslaught!

That blood‑colored Great Hand, which seemed to possess boundless power and overwhelming filth, at the instant it touched the Golden Great Hand, its countless wailing faces, blood‑stained runes, and pale bone shadows on its surface disintegrated, vaporized, and vanished inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The golden light was like the most intense fire of Purification; wherever it passed, the blood color receded and the filth was annihilated! The five fingers of the blood‑colored Great Hand collapsed first, then the palm and the back of the hand… the whole process was so fast it left no time to blink!

Boom!!!

A muffled thud sounded, not like a flesh‑and‑blood body being struck, but as if a blood‑soaked sack had been burst.

Luo Beihuang's tall yet shattered body, like a kite with its string cut, or like mud struck by an invisible giant hammer, was flung backward in utter disarray at a speed ten times faster than its arrival.

Along the way, large splashes of dark‑red pus‑blood and torn black cloth were scattered.

He was hurled backward for hundreds of thousands of li before barely stumbling to a halt in the Void.

At this moment, he looked even more wretched.

The black robe covering half his body was completely torn apart, revealing an even more shocking form beneath.

It was not a normal human musculature and Bones, but rather a monstrous body forcibly stitched together from the severed limbs of various beings, some tough dark substance, and writhing, vascular‑like vines; at this moment many sutures burst, oozing multicolored viscous fluids.

Yet, in this pitifully disheveled state, Luo Beihuang's terrifying face slowly stretched into an even more horrifying, even more bizarre smile.

In that smile, the shock faded, replaced by a near‑pathological satisfaction, the excitement of a hypothesis being confirmed, and… an unabashed mockery.

He raised his right hand, now only a half‑arm with fingertips still dripping foul blood, wiped the mixture at the corner of his mouth, and his intact eye stared unflinchingly at Ye Wuque, who remained motionless in his original spot, his robe's hem untouched; a hoarse voice with a strange intonation slowly rang out:

"Indeed… you are my dear junior brother…"

"So young… yet your combat power already reaches the heavens and the earth… unfathomably deep…"

"That strike just now truly opened my brother's eyes… my heart surges…"

His voice, halting and intermittent, echoed unusually clearly throughout the Dead Silence Star Domain.

"Very good… extremely good… a you like this truly has the value for 'research'…"

"The Ancient Path stretches endlessly… we… have a long future ahead…"

"Brother… deeper within the Ancient Path… I will wait for you… accompany you… slowly… to play…"

The final word "play" was drawn out, filled with endless malice, anticipation, and a certain certainty.

Ye Wuque's expression remained detached, unchanged from start to finish.

He seemed not to have heard Luo Beihuang's profound words, and calmly raised his right hand again, forming a fist in the air toward Luo Beihuang, who was still hundreds of thousands of li away.

Bang!

This time, Luo Beihuang's shattered body, together with that bizarre smile on his face, was like a sack filled with filthy liquid, squeezed from within by an invisible great force, and it instantly—completely burst open!

What erupted were large sheets of viscous fluid mixed with dark red, yellow‑green, and pitch‑black slime, along with countless shattered, faintly glowing, bizarre rune fragments!

Ye Wuque slowly withdrew his hand, standing with his arms crossed, his black robe gently rippling in the faint vacuum currents.

On his face there was no trace of the ease or joy after slaying a great foe; instead, a hint of expected cold flickered in his deep eyes.

"Indeed…"

His low mutter rose in the silence.

"Only sent an Avatar… to test me?"