Chapter 724: One Punch Booms!

Boom—!

The deafening roar was not from a star's collapse nor from a space‑time rupture, but suddenly exploded from the deepest void where the Three Dark Great Powers faced Ye Wuque.

In that instant, the entire endless‑light‑year stretch of the Dark Main Road's No Return segment was completely ignited.

Floating in the void were the Stellar Debris that have been sinking here since antiquity; each was once a brilliant star that illuminated a great world, but now only a cold, dead husk remains, soaked through by the dense, unbreakable Dark Origin, causing even the Great Dao Law to twist, wail, and shatter.

In the void, the Remnant Souls of gods and demons slain in battle throughout the ages were everywhere, trapped in SpaceTimeRift, emitting silent lament; any being below Supreme level that approached would instantly be reduced to ash by this Jimo Dao Rule.

And at this moment, this forbidden ground that even the Supreme would dread became the main battlefield of the great war.

The three dark silhouettes of the Three Dark Great Powers spanned heaven and earth in a triangular formation, locking Ye Wuque tightly at the center.

The Dark Void swirling around them was like three ever‑rushing ancient rivers; each surge could shatter the surrounding void of billions of star seas, and even space‑time was pressed by their aura into layered, solid iron walls.

These three beings were not ordinary Dark Supremes.

At the center stood… Mo Yuan Da Zun.

His figure was as towering as a mountain, surrounded by Dark Demon Fire capable of incinerating the heavens, each strand of fire bearing the wreckage of a world that had been burned.

He had immersed himself in the Supreme Boundless Great Perfection realm for a full seven epochs; during the previous epoch's Dark Calamity, he personally annihilated three flourishing Human Great Thousand‑level Universes, slashed two Human Supremes of the same realm, earning a notorious reputation that could silence even the children of the Zhutian Wanjie.

The figure on the left, illusory as if merged with the Dark Origin itself, was Ji Wu Gu Huang.

He is a member of the Dark Clan who has taken the Silence Extinction Path to its ultimate, his cultivation already reached the terrifying state of "words manifest law, thoughts summon silence."

He once, single‑handed, forced three Supremes of the Zhutian Wanjie to jointly erect an eternal ancient barrier, barely holding back his Silence, and for countless epochs, the Heavenly Pride and Supremes slain by his hand have become as numerous as fish crossing a river, even he cannot tally them.

On the right stood the San Tu Di Zun, bearing three heads.

His three heads corresponded to the past, present, and future of the Dark Cycle, controlling the Dark Cycle Path that strikes terror into all Zhutian beings; any creature he marked, even if it fled to the end of the Time Changhe, would be dragged into endless Dark Cycle, never to be reborn.

His Dao Foundation had long merged with the Dark Cycle, and within the same realm almost no one could wound his spirit; he is one of the most terrifying spirit‑attacking beings among the Dark Clan.

Each of the three, taken alone, would be more than ten times stronger than the Ostrolovsky that Ye Wuque had once risked his life to slay.

Ostrolovsky was merely a newcomer who had entered the Supreme Boundless Great Perfection realm for only tens of thousands of years, whereas they had honed themselves in this realm for countless ages, having pushed their own Great Dao to its limit, and might even be close to the legendary Ultimate Leap threshold.

To assassinate Ye Wuque, the Dark Clan directly dispatched these three unparalleled monsters, showing how deeply they fear him.

Yet when facing these three Supreme Boundless Great Perfection beings that make the Zhutian Wanjie tremble, Ye Wuque, who has just broken into the Immortal King realm, remains calmly unafraid.

He floated silently at the void's center, emitting no earth‑shaking pressure, only a layer of Golden Imperial Radiance flowing around him like water.

That Radiance seemed gentle, yet contained Great Power capable of Open Heaven and Split Earth; any of the Dark Void that approached within billions of zhang of him would melt instantly like snow under a scorching sun, leaving no trace.

Before his breakthrough, he, with his King Immortal cultivation, risked death fighting the Supreme Boundless Great Perfection Ostrolovsky.

Now, he has fully entered the Immortal King realm, his Dao Foundation complete, the Great Dao penetrated, and the Four Great Sacred Law Origins fully fused within his body.

At this moment, he is no longer the Ye Wuque who once had to risk death in battle to barely win.

Not even three Supreme Boundless Great Perfection beings—let ten more appear, I, Ye Wuque, have nothing to fear.

Ye Wuque's expression was as calm as an ancient, unmoving well; in his deep eyes there was not a ripple, neither tension before a strong foe nor exhilaration at slaying one, only a serene confidence in his absolute mastery of his power.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers turning gently.

Above his thumb, Space‑Time Great Dao runes swirled, the fingertip seemingly linking the three Time Changhe of past, present, and future; a single thought could set the rotation of space‑time.

On his index finger, the Dragon Pattern of the True Dragon Imperial Dao flickered, faintly echoing the roar of a Golden Imperial Dragon from his fingertip—a supreme law of the Dragon Clan that surpasses all Zhutian ways.

On his middle finger, the Undying Immortal rune of Immortality glowed, the source of the Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body, a power that endures through ten thousand calamities, persisting even if the universe collapses.

On his ring finger, the Xiangsi Imperial Art's causality threads were faintly visible, each strand linking the endless causality of the eternal Zhutian; a single thought could sever life and death, fixing a being's reincarnation.

On his little finger, the source rune of Darkness Holy Law turned slowly, the supreme origin of the Dark Clan, now flowing obediently at his fingertip like a subject before an emperor, emitting an aura that makes all Dark Creatures shudder.

The five fingers rotated, the five distinct yet perfectly blended Great Dao converged in his palm.

Then his five fingers slowly drew together, clenched into a fist.

This grip seemed to seize the space‑time of the entire Dark Main Road within his fist.

The Dark Void that had been raging around instantly stalled.

The Great Dao Law that had been twisted and wailing fell silent at once.

The floating Stellar Debris instantly fixed in the void, and even the flow of time, at the moment his fist clenched, became exceedingly slow, almost halted.

Then!

Ye Wuque simply delivered a single punch—Boom!