Chapter 387: He Didn't Deliver the Killing Blow?

Just when almost all living beings have reacted and are about to flee, it is already too late!

Ye Wuque acts!

At this moment, Ye Wuque, who has merged the Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body Eighth Turn Supreme Emperor Descends Dust imperial form, does not even know how powerful he has become!

The surging power within that flesh is like a dormant Primordial Era Dragon awakening; every inch of his body streams with golden divine radiance, and his bones emit a roaring sound of Tiandao.

He merely flicks a palm backward!

This palm, though seeming casual, actually contains his ultimate understanding of the Way of the Flesh.

At the instant the palm is released, the Void seems to be kneaded by an invisible great hand, emitting a strained wail.

Boom—boom—boom!

Heaven and earth shift hue! The Star River overturns! The cosmos quakes!

The secret realm at the end of the Nine Heavens' divergent path is now replaced by an even more domineering, purer golden radiance.

The radiance erupts from Ye Wuque's body, like an eternal undying sun rising within his form.

Above the Void, the firmament cracks!

A Golden Great Hand, as if condensed from the ten‑thousand‑year Great Universe, stretches across the heavens.

The palm is unimaginably huge, its lines clearly visible, each pattern like a manifestation of the world's Dao traces; at the fingertips flow endless immutable rune shadows, and in the palm center swirl phenomena of stars being born and dying, the universe's Reincarnation.

The Golden Great Hand reaches down from above the Nine Heavens, not swift, yet bearing an unavoidable absolute majesty.

Its coverage is so vast that it envelops all the Heavenly Pride attempting to flee.

"Not good!"

"Combine to resist!"

"This is a Flesh Great Divine Art!"

Countless exclamations arise; the Heavenly Pride who had intended to scatter now wear pallid faces, feeling a pressure emanating from the very essence of life.

The Golden Great Hand has not yet truly descended, yet its mere oppressive aura makes many flesh bodies tremble, their internal magical energy sluggish.

Ao Tianyin looks up at the sky, his Golden Dragon Pupils contracted to the extreme.

He can feel that the noble pure Golden Emperor Dragon Bloodline within him instinctively trembles at this moment!

This has never happened before!

"So this is his true strength..."

Ao Tianyin mutters to himself, his hands instantly transforming into Dragon Claws, golden dragon scales layered over, the bloodline's power burning wildly.

He knows this palm must be received, otherwise the Dark Heart will bear an indelible shadow.

Kun Chi also wears a solemn expression, ancient War God shadows manifest around him, the embodiment of the Kun Clan War God's blood.

The shadow towers a million zhang, wielding a battle halberd, roaring at the Golden Great Hand, its battle intent soaring to the heavens, as if to contest this sky‑covering hand.

Jian Wushuang lets out a long howl, turning his whole being into a towering Heaven‑piercing giant sword; the sword intent is razor‑sharp to the extreme, and the surrounding Void is sliced into countless black fissures.

The Nine-Leaf Emperor Sword Vine Clan's supreme sword Dao is at its peak now, and he will cleave the heavens with his sword!

More Heavenly Pride display their divine arts: some summon ancestral Divine Weapons, some Burn Primordial to cast forbidden techniques, some form Battle Formations to jointly resist... In an instant, this area is flooded with endless divine light, myriad Tiandao laws interweave and clash, the scene spectacular beyond description.

However—

When the Golden Great Hand finally descends, all resistance appears pale and powerless.

Hum—

The moment the great hand collides with countless divine arts, Divine Weapons, and forbidden techniques, no earth‑shattering explosion erupts as imagined.

On the contrary, a strange silence blankets heaven and earth.

Those attacks capable of shattering stars and cutting the Star River, when landing on the Golden Great Hand, are like a mud ox entering the sea, failing to stir even a ripple.

The downward pressure of the great hand does not lessen at all, as if nothing in the world can block its trajectory.

"How could this be possible?!"

An Ancient Freak lets out a shocked cry; the broken Divine Weapon he summoned was excavated from an ancient tomb, once used to subdue the Eight Calamities of the quasi‑immortal, and now under the Golden Great Hand it emits a wail, its spirit nearly shattered.

The Golden Great Hand continues its downward press.

Finally, it gently touches those Heavenly Pride at the top.

Yes, merely a touch.

Just like an adult lightly brushing dust off a table with a hand.

Bang—bang—bang—bang—bang!

A rapid series of impact sounds erupts, not the horrific cracking of flesh, but more like the dull thud of heavy objects hitting the ground.

Each Heavenly Pride is flung away by the hand like dumplings being dropped.

The protective divine light around them shatters, the summoned magical treasures dim and fall backward, and the divine arts they wield dissipate like smoke.

Strangely, not a single one is seriously injured, nor does anyone die.

Everyone is propelled by an irresistible gentle colossal force, rolling through the air, being hurled toward the edge of the secret realm.

"He... held back?"

A keen Heavenly Pride steadies itself in the air, realizing only its qi and blood churn, its magical energy is chaotic, yet its fundamentals remain unharmed, instantly showing an incredulous expression.

Ao Tianyin is also among the flung ranks.

When the Golden Dragon Claw contacts the Golden Great Hand, he feels a vast power as immense as a sea of stars; that force would kill him with a single thought.

But at the final moment, the nature of the power subtly changes, shifting from destruction to propulsion.

He watches from midair the black silhouette still standing proudly in the Void, his gaze extremely complex.

Kun Chi's surrounding War God shadow has already dissipated, he too is flung, yet the battle intent in his eyes does not extinguish, but burns even brighter.

He stares fixedly at Ye Wuque.

Jian Wushuang's Heaven‑piercing giant sword is gently deflected by the hand, the blade emitting an overburdened hum.

He transformed back into human form, his complexion pale, but the sword intent in his eyes was even purer.

This palm showed him another ultimate beyond the sword path.

Bang bang bang!

Thousands upon thousands of Heavenly Pride, like leaves torn up by a gale, rained down onto every corner of the secret realm's edge.

Some staggered, rolling on the ground for several circles before stopping; some barely adjusted their posture mid‑air to land smoothly; many more slammed into cliffs or boulders, carving deep pits.

The scene was chaotic, dust billowing everywhere.

Yet a strange silence fell again.

Everyone was stunned.

Because they realized they were still alive.

Not only alive, but without serious injuries—at most their qi surged, their mana was over‑spent, or they were left dusty and disheveled from the fall.

This was completely different from the rivers of blood and corpses they had expected.

"Did he… not strike a killing blow?" a living being murmured, disbelief in the voice.

Soon, more and more people realized this.

The Heavenly Pride who had once been filled with fear and despair now wore complex expressions.

In their gazes toward the Black Robe Figure, hostility lessened greatly, replaced by an ineffable awe and… a hint of gratitude.