Chapter 961

"No——!!"

Xie Qijun let out a desperate roar.

The seven of them burned their origins frantically, erupting with all their power, wanting to block this world-annihilating palm.

Various colors of ominous power condensed into shields in front of them, layer upon layer, reaching a full hundred layers.

But all of this was in vain.

"Crack——!!!"

The giant palm descended.

The hundred layers of defense were like paper, shattering instantly.

Then, the palm's momentum undiminished, it completely engulfed all seven ominous transcendents, from Xie Yijun to Xie Qijun.

"Boom—!!!"

A terrifying energy storm swept out.

At the center of the storm, the seven transcendents couldn't even let out a few screams before they were instantly ground into fly ash.

Along with their souls, Dao foundations, origins, causality...

Everything, absolutely everything, was completely annihilated under this palm.

Not even a trace was left behind.

The wind stopped, and the energy dissipated.

The spot was completely empty.

The seven ominous transcendents who were arrogant and domineering just a moment ago were just like that... gone.

Dead, just like that!

Instantly killed!

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence once again.

Killing a transcendent with a single finger!

Killing seven transcendents with a single palm!

From start to finish, it was just one move!

Effortless! Simple!

Terrifying to this extent!

The living beings of all heavens and myriad realms were once again shaken to their cores, struck with awe!

"My god... seven transcendents... just gone like that?"

"One palm... just one palm!"

"This is definitely the strength of the Eternal Transcendence level! And at the peak of Eternal Transcendence at that!"

"Battle God Ye Wuque was surrounded and attacked by nine transcendents of the ominous clan, and not only did he not die, but in such a short time, he possessed such terrifying strength!"

"Is this the synonym for a miracle?"

Countless people muttered to themselves, their eyes filled with fanatical worship.

Ye Wuque's image grew even taller in their hearts, nearly god-like.

Ye Zhetian and Ye Zhengrong looked at each other, both seeing shock in the other's eyes.

They had guessed that Ye Wuque was strong, but they hadn't expected him to be strong to this degree.

Killing seven transcendents with one palm—such a method was something they didn't even dare to imagine.

Chaos Dragon Lord and the others also gasped.

They had originally thought Ye Wuque was at most an ordinary peak transcendent, and that it would be good if he could help share the burden of a few opponents.

They didn't expect that his first move would be a trump card.

With this strength, he was likely even a few points stronger than the Heavenly Sword Master!

As for the ominous faction, it was a scene of deathly silence.

The remaining twelve ordinary transcendents were so scared their faces turned pale, subconsciously retreating again and again.

The looks in their eyes as they gazed at Ye Wuque were filled with fear.

Seven transcendents, gone just like that.

If it were them going up, the result wouldn't be any different.

High in the sky, the faces of the eleven Eternal Transcendents were ugly to the extreme.

The look in Dark One Xie's eyes was so gloomy it could drip water.

Ye Wuque's palm didn't just kill their seven subordinates; it was a public slap to their faces.

A naked provocation!

"Good! Very good!"

Dark One Xie laughed out of extreme anger, his voice cold and bone-chilling:

"At such a young age, your methods are quite ruthless."

"Since you took the initiative to deliver yourself to our door, then there's no need to leave."

"Stay here and be buried along with all the heavens and myriad realms!"

As the words fell, the eleven Eternal Transcendents moved simultaneously.

Their figures flickered, their speed reaching the extreme; in just the blink of an eye, they had already surrounded Ye Wuque completely.

Eleven terrifying auras locked onto Ye Wuque at the same time.

The surrounding space-time, Great Dao, and laws were all completely sealed under their power.

Not a drop of water could leak through; it was impossible to escape even with wings!

Eleven of the epoch's strongest joining forces to surround and kill one person—this was an unprecedented event in the history of the ages.

From this, it could be seen that they already valued Ye Wuque to the extreme.

"Young Friend Ye, be careful!"

The Heavenly Sword Master's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted.

His figure soared into the air, the time Dao rules around his body operating at full power, and he instantly arrived at Ye Wuque's side, intending to fight side-by-side with him.

He knew deeply that although Ye Wuque possessed strength comparable to an Eternal Transcendent, he was facing eleven ominous titans, all of whom were Eternal Transcendents.

Just like how Ye Wuque instantly killed seven ordinary transcendents earlier, they could also do the same easily.

Therefore, in the Heavenly Sword Master's view, the situation was actually still firmly controlled by the ominous clan.

No matter how heaven-defying Ye Wuque was, they were ultimately outnumbered.

The disparity in numbers was too stark.

The Heavenly Sword Master feared Ye Wuque would suffer a great loss due to underestimating the enemy, so he hurriedly spoke to remind him.

"Young Friend Ye, these eleven are all at the Eternal Transcendence Realm; they cannot be underestimated."

"If you and I join forces, perhaps we can hold on for a moment."

"When the fight starts later, find an opportunity to leave first; I will cover the retreat."

The Heavenly Sword Master's voice was very low, carrying a determination of facing death without fear.

He had lived for endless years and had no regrets in death.

But Ye Wuque was different; he was still young, his talent was heaven-defying, and he was the future hope of all heavens and myriad realms.

As long as Ye Wuque could survive, there was still a possibility for the heavens to turn the tables.

However, Ye Wuque's expression remained calm.

He turned his head, looked at the Heavenly Sword Master beside him, nodded slightly, and said indifferently:

"Senior, rest assured, I have everything under control."

The voice was not loud, but it carried a strange power that made people involuntarily feel trust.

The Heavenly Sword Master was slightly stunned.

Looking at Ye Wuque's calm and deep eyes, his heart actually felt inexplicably settled.

He had lived for so long and had seen countless heaven's prides, but never had anyone been able to give people such a strong sense of security like Ye Wuque.

It was as if even if the sky collapsed, he could hold it up.

The Heavenly Sword Master suppressed the waves in his heart and nodded.

However, he still made up his mind that once the situation changed, even if it meant death, he would save Ye Wuque.

The living beings of all heavens and myriad realms, seeing this situation, still couldn't help but worry for Ye Wuque.

After all, these weren't just any stray dogs or cats, but eleven of the epoch's strongest who truly stood at the peak of the ages!

Each one of them possessed the terrifying strength to destroy an epoch.

Eleven joining forces—just thinking about it made one feel despair.

"Battle God Ye, can he defeat them?"

A young cultivator asked in a low voice, his tone filled with trepidation.

"He can! He definitely can! Battle God Ye is omnipotent!"

A veteran soldier nearby immediately replied, his tone firm, but his slightly trembling voice exposed the unease in his heart.

Some living beings couldn't help but kneel and pray, hoping that Battle God Ye could be invincible and lead them through this calamity.

Above the defensive line, countless eyes were tightly fixed on the black-robed figure in the center of the battlefield.

That was their only hope.

Ye Zhetian said slowly to Ye Zhengrong, his tone carrying a trace of imperceptible worry:

"Zhengrong, can Wuque win? The opponent is eleven true epoch-strongest..."

Ye Zhengrong didn't say much, just stared fixedly at his son, and spat out four words indifferently:

"I believe in him."

Simple four words, yet they weighed more than a thousand catties.

His son had never done anything without certainty.

Since he dared to stand out, he must have a way to deal with it.