Chapter 8: One Slap Kills

The snarling smiles on the faces of the Jun family's Heavenly Prides froze instantly, turning into a stunned blank and an incredulous terror!

The cries of astonishment rose like a tide, full of absurdity and horror!

The Zi family's youngsters here were likewise thrown into great shock!

Ziyangxian's beautiful eyes widened, a small mouth slightly parting, as they gazed at the unscathed Black Robe Figure, a tempest of terror rose in their heart!

This person... who exactly is this person?!

The power was so overwhelming it was simply inconceivable!

Could it be... really a friend of the elder brother?

Countless gazes, bearing extreme shock, fear and bewilderment, once again focused on Ye Wuque.

And at this moment, the Jun family's White-robed Divine Son—Jun Xiaoyao, who had been calmly perched on the fishing platform as if detached from the world, finally showed the slightest, almost imperceptible change on his eternally unchanged, Heavenly Dao‑like indifferent face.

His brows twitched ever so slightly…

In the depths of those star‑sea‑like eyes, a flicker of… intriguingly playful light passed by?

It was like a gentle ripple on still water, or a deity looking down upon the mortal world and spotting a slightly novel trinket.

Yet Jun Changjian's reason had been utterly shattered by this mind‑shattering scene and the humiliating shout of "trash"!

"Roar—!!! I don't believe it!!!"

Extreme humiliation and madness instantly devoured him!

Jun Changjian let out a hysterical roar, his eyes completely cloaked in blood.

His dark golden battle armor erupted with dazzling light, and fine Blood Beads even surfaced on his body, clearly burning Primordial blood recklessly to forcefully boost his power!

"Go to hell!! Rending Sky·Irreversible Calamity!!!"

He, like a maddened demon, raised the Rending Sky Sword with both hands, transforming into a dark golden meteor blazing with blood flame, bearing a tragic, all‑or‑nothing momentum, and once again lunged wildly at Ye Wuque!

This time his might was even more ferocious and desperate than before, as if he intended to drag the entire world into the abyss of Destruction!

Facing this life‑burning, hysterical frenzy, Ye Wuque finally moved.

He simply lifted his right hand casually.

The motion remained as nonchalant as ever, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

Then, toward the dark golden blood‑colored meteor bearing the force of destroying heaven and earth, he gently reached forward… and slapped it.

There was no earth‑shaking momentum, no dazzling divine light swirling.

Only a single palm.

A palm that instantly manifested in the Void, swelling against the wind… a golden giant palm that eclipsed the sky!

The giant palm's pattern was clear, as if cast from divine gold; its palm seemed to contain the Great Power of Open Heaven and Split Earth, flowing with the supreme will that suppresses Zhutian Wanjie!

The moment it appeared, the Time of the battlefield's core region seemed forcibly frozen and suppressed!

Jun Changjian's life‑burning, peak‑shattering strike of the Late‑stage Ancestor God Realm, in front of this golden giant palm, was as insignificant as a moth flailing at fire!

Boom—!!!

The giant palm descended gently, like smashing a ripe watermelon.

A muffled roar that made even souls tremble… a burst!

The dark golden blood‑colored meteor, bearing all of Jun Changjian's power, madness and despair, at the instant it touched the palm's center, shattered and disintegrated like an illusory bubble!

The indestructible Rending Sky Sword emitted a mournful wail, fragmenting inch by inch into countless dark golden shards that shot outward!

The blood‑flame‑engulfed, ferocious battle armor on Jun Changjian exploded like paper!

His proud Late‑stage Ancestor God Realm divine body couldn't even sustain for a ten‑thousandth of a second…

Poof—!!!

Blood Mist instantly spread!

The thick, blinding Blood Mist, saturated with intense divine energy, burst like the cruelest fireworks beneath the golden giant palm!

The Jun family's first‑generation top‑tier, a peak Late‑stage Ancestor God Realm powerhouse, the unrivaled Heavenly Pride of the Southern Realm—Jun Changjian, together with his destined Divine Weapon, was…

…completely blown to pieces!

No Dark Corpse remains!

Soul Annihilation!

The golden giant palm slowly faded, leaving only drifting Blood Mist across the sky and a death‑like silence.

Time seemed to have been paused.

All the shouts, roars, and energy explosions vanished completely at that moment.

Whether the Zi family, the Jun family Elders locked in a frenzied duel, or the young Heavenly Prides battling below, everyone's movements froze.

As if struck by a petrification spell, countless gazes filled with ultimate bewilderment, shock, fear and disbelief fixed rigidly on the slowly descending Blood Mist, and on the still‑calm standing Black Robe Figure.

A slap!

It was only a slap!

It killed… the Jun family's first tier?!

The Late‑stage Ancestor God Realm Jun Changjian?!

This… is this a dream?!

Could this be a hidden ancient monster?

Or perhaps a young adult from that even more radiant, higher plane?

The boundless chill, like icy stardust, instantly flooded every limb and bone of the Jun family's youngsters!

Their faces' fervor, confidence, cruelty—all turned at this moment into uncontrollable horror and stupefaction!

The Zi family also fell into great shock, yet what followed was a post‑catastrophe euphoria and an ineffable awe toward that mysterious Black Robe figure!

Dead Silence!

An absolute, suffocating Dead Silence shrouded the entire battlefield!

Until this moment!

The white‑robed divine son of the Jun clan—Jun Xiaoyao—who sat aloof within celestial radiance, as if transcendent from the world, whose face had always been as indifferent as the Heavenly Dao, showing not a ripple, finally showed a substantive change!

He slowly, slowly lifted his head.

In those eyes, which seemed to contain an endless sea of stars, the previously intriguing glimmer had completely vanished, replaced by two beams that seemed able to pierce the ancient Void and freeze the river of time… cold divine rays!

His gaze, like two unsheathed world‑ending swords, pierced the chaotic battlefield, ignoring the drifting Blood Mist, with unparalleled precision and an unprecedented scrutiny and… solemnity, drove straight into Ye Wuque!