Chapter 702: You Were Actually…

The Dark Pupil let out a cold snort, clearly also flaring with some anger.

It no longer merely released the Dark Origin as before, but actually struck.

Clusters of pitch‑black mist surged from its body, forming countless black light blades that met the overwhelming torrent of divine power.

A thunderous roar echoed through the tomb chamber, and the entire Great Tomb shuddered violently.

The clash between Ye Wuque and the Dark Pupil had already far exceeded the limit that this Great Tomb could bear.

The Dark Pupil grew increasingly alarmed as the fight continued.

Even without employing its divine power, it could not subdue Ye Wuque in such a short time.

Although this human youngster's realm was far below its own, its Hundred Heads Thousand Arms form was so bizarre—one thousand arms simultaneously wielding different divine techniques, an unending, impenetrable onslaught—that it stubbornly blocked its attacks.

A murderous intent surged within it.

This child must not be spared.

If it lets him live and leave today, it will become a serious future threat.

"Young one, you truly have some skill,"

the Dark Pupil replied in a cold voice, "but that is all there is."

Before the words finished, a sky‑covering Dark Great Hand, formed from the will of the Dark Origin, materialized in the air.

The hand was so massive it could cover the entire tomb chamber, its palm brimming with endless darkness and destruction, pressing down toward Ye Wuque.

This time, it employed its true divine power.

Ye Wuque felt the terrifying force within that palm and knew this strike was far beyond any previous ones.

He inhaled deeply, withdrew his thousand arms simultaneously, and gathered all his power into a single point.

Chaos Heavenly Emperor Fist, True Dragon Fist, Slay Life Unity Fist, Chaos Dragon Emperor Fist, Eight Desolates Six Harmonies Emperor God Fist, Time‑Space Annihilation Dao Fist…

Countless fist intents circulated in his mind, ultimately coalescing into a single punch.

This punch contained all his lifelong learning, all his understanding of combat, and all the insights he had gained along the way.

He boldly unleashed that punch.

The golden fist aura collided with the Dark Great Hand in the void.

Boom—!!!

The terrifying wave radiated outward, shaking the entire No Return Path.

The chamber's dome shattered, eight stone pillars crashed down with a roar, and even the dark‑golden Coffin quivered violently.

Endless destructive power spread in all directions, turning everything around into dust.

Ye Wuque's figure staggered back dozens of steps, each footfall cracking a large swath of the void beneath him.

And the Dark Pupil, under this blow, retreated unsteadily a short distance.

They were evenly matched.

The light within the Dark Pupil flickered violently, clearly shocked to the extreme.

Its very existence as a Supreme Without Equal, Supreme Boundless Great Perfection, was now tied with a young King Immortal?

How could this be possible?

This completely defies the usual principles of cultivation!

Ye Wuque steadied his stance, a cold smile curling at his mouth.

He knew that in a direct clash it would be hard to surpass this Dark Great Power, but he had never been a brute.

Suddenly, demonic wings unfurled behind him—massive luminous wings of mysterious radiance; with a light flap, his figure vanished from the spot.

The speed was extreme; even the Dark Pupil could only catch a vague afterimage.

The Dark Pupil sneered, "Want to get close? Seek death!"

It assumed Ye Wuque would repeat the trick, rushing in at extreme speed for close‑quarters combat.

It had already prepared; as soon as Ye Wuque approached, it would deliver a fatal blow.

However, Ye Wuque had no intention of approaching.

Just as the Dark Pupil stood ready to meet a close attack, Ye Wuque suddenly activated his deepest hidden trump card—the Soul Exalted Great Perfection's divine soul cultivation.

An invisible force erupted from within Ye Wuque.

The force was silent, colorless, formless, yet more terrifying than any tangible attack.

Because this power acted directly on the soul, attacking the very foundation of living beings.

In an instant, the endless Chaos Star River, and even the whole No Return Path region, seemed to lie within Ye Wuque's single thought.

His soul power spread like a tide, covering the void for millions of miles.

A vast Time‑Space Soul Heavenly River was summoned by Ye Wuque.

The long river, formed from pure soul might, flowed and surged, exuding an indescribable profound aura.

It spanned the void like a river linking past and future destiny.

Ye Wuque formed a void grip with both hands; the vast Soul Heavenly River began to compress wildly, shrinking from a ten‑thousand‑zhang river to a thousand‑zhang, then a hundred‑zhang, ten‑zhang, and finally into a three‑foot-long Soul Long Blade.

The blade was semi‑transparent throughout, its surface etched with mysterious patterns as if inscribing the secrets of the soul.

It had no physical form, yet was sharper than any material weapon.

Because it cut not flesh, but the soul.

This was the soul‑killing technique Ye Wuque realized after breaking through the Soul Exalted Great Perfection… Soul Ember River Slash!

Using the Soul Exalted's soul cultivation, he summoned a segment of the Time‑Space River made of pure soul might, condensing it into a terrifying long blade designed to cleave the opponent's soul.

This slash was inescapable and undefendable, for a soul attack is already formless, yet deadly to the extreme.

The Soul Ember River Slash roared toward the Dark Pupil.

At that moment, the Dark Pupil suddenly contracted sharply, erupting an incredible light.

It sensed that the slash cut not its flesh but its soul.

It was a lethal threat from deep within its soul.

It frantically shifted sideways, trying to evade the slash.

Its speed was extreme; in an instant it shifted sideways across an infinite distance.

But the Soul Long Blade clung like a shadow, like a maggot attached to bone; wherever it fled, it locked onto it tightly.

No escape!

Soul Ember River Slash struck the Dark Pupil hard.

There was no earth‑shaking roar, no cataclysmic energy burst, only a faint "shh" sound, like a red‑hot iron block plunged into cold water.

Suddenly a torrent of black blood surged from the Dark Pupil, thick as ink, spilling into the Void and corroding massive holes.

The huge pupil nearly burst, its surface riddled with fine cracks, as if it could shatter at any moment.

But more lethal was the wound to its soul.

Ye Wuque's slash cut not its flesh but its soul.

That Soul Heavenly Venerable Great Perfection‑level soul attack directly tore a portion of its soul.

That excruciating pain was incomparable to any flesh ache; it was a tearing sensation from deep within the soul, enough to drive any living being mad.

The Dark Great Power's form quivered violently, its surrounding Darkness Mist roiling wildly, like a dying candle in the wind.

A pallid hue showed in its pupil; clearly its soul was seriously damaged.

If it were merely at the Heavenly Dao Supreme level, this slash would cause it to fall on the spot.

But it is, after all, a Supreme Boundless Great Perfection existence; its soul's strength far exceeds Heavenly Dao Supreme, so it barely endured, though its vital energy was still gravely wounded.

Ye Wuque watched the effect of this strike, unsurprised.

He had long known that Soul Ember River Slash could at most instantly kill a Heavenly Dao Supreme; what effect it would have on a Supreme Boundless Great Perfection existence, he was uncertain.

After all, the gap in realms was evident; the strength of a Supreme Boundless Great Perfection's soul was far beyond that of a Heavenly Dao Supreme.

Yet the result of this strike still left him quite satisfied.

At least it wounded the opponent, and not lightly.

The Dark Pupil stared intently at Ye Wuque, filled with shock, anger, and disbelief.

Its voice was hoarse and deep, each word squeezed out from the Darkness:

"You are actually a… Soul Heavenly Venerable Great Perfection!"

In that tone were shock, awe, and a hint of horror that even it would not admit… dread.