Volume 3 - Chapter 384: Annihilation with a Single Palm - Part 1
Not only did the emperors of the Seven Imperial Dynasties recognize Ying Xiaoxiao’s true soul—in the immortal cities of Yan and Chu, countless anguished faces now turned to shock.
They were the surviving remnants of the Fusu Immortal Dynasty, ancient retainers of the old court. How could they not recognize the personal disciple of the Great Emperor himself? The War Goddess of the Fusu Immortal Dynasty?!
She had not perished, but had instead hidden herself across the long river of time, unknown to all.
Tears of burning regret streamed from their eyes. Had they known earlier, they would have paid any price to seek her out, to lend their every effort to aid her.
At this moment, a prismatic haze of temporal power shimmered across Ying Xiaoxiao’s form. At the center of her forehead, a perfectly round gem of light began to spin—it rotated like a multi-colored jewel, radiating brilliance.
Li Hao stood beside her and was immediately struck by the sensation that everything around him had come to a halt—slowed to a crawl, like molasses in midair.
A terrifying temporal force surged around Ying Xiaoxiao.
The aura of that time-origin was so profound it sent chills through the soul, as if one might be dragged into a bottomless abyss at any moment, unable to return.
“Break.”
Ying Xiaoxiao raised her hand. Under the watchful gaze of countless souls in the Southern Domain, that slender snow-white hand gently struck the air. There was no hint of force, no violent aura—yet it seemed to emerge from the depths of ancient time itself.
“Not good! Young Master Ji Ming, dodge quickly!”
Suddenly, an elder of the Imperial Clan who had been restraining Wang Shanhe’s movements narrowed his pupils and roared in alarm.
Ji Ming’s full strength was already mobilized. When the woman had received his previous palm strike, he had immediately sensed her extraordinary nature. The dense aura of time-origin emanating from her—even though he had cultivated the Dao of Time to the sixth tier—left him feeling suffocated. He dared not underestimate her in the slightest.
And yet, this incoming palm strike… carried no power.
That’s right—he sensed no storm of immortal force, no killing intent from her.
But still… a chill suddenly crawled up his spine. Why?
As a quasi-emperor heir forged through countless life-and-death battles within his clan, Ji Ming reacted instantly—activating his Dao Domain, raising his hand to unleash three consecutive strikes of the Emperor’s Lamenting Hand, a Great Emperor-level (Technique) that compressed time and space itself until it cracked. Immortal force surged wildly, and chains of Immortal Dao laws roared to life, binding all they touched.
Yet amid this violent storm of divine might, that pale hand still seemed gentle and light—like a lotus plucked from a snow-covered peak.
Boom!
A muffled blast erupted, silencing heaven and earth. Ji Ming’s three Emperor’s Lamenting Hands, so heavy with dominance and pressure, froze mid-air—and shattered instantly.
Shattered along with them were his surrounding Dao Domain—and Ji Ming himself.
His pupils dilated. Then his irises cracked apart. Fissures burst across his body. His cultivation drained away like water through a sieve. His imperial blood withered in an instant. His hair turned white in the blink of an eye, like one aged a thousand years. He vomited blood and staggered, as if all his strength had been drained.
“You…”
With barely one word spoken, his body exploded.
Before the eyes of the world, Ji Ming disintegrated into a cloud of blood and ash.
A moment ago, he had been aloof and untouchable—a peerless talent like a transcendent ancient immortal. Now, in a blink, he was dust. The sight left countless onlookers frozen in shock, minds reeling.
“How is this possible?!”
Many among the gathered Immortal Lords stood dumbstruck, their expressions turning to horror.
That girl’s aura was clearly at the seventh tier of the Immortal Lord Realm—yet she had just obliterated a quasi-emperor heir with a single strike?
Even his soul was rapidly decaying and fading away—on the verge of vanishing completely!
“That palm… projected from childhood across nearly a thousand years of time. What terrifying mastery of temporal power. She’s already reached the seventh tier of time-origin within the Immortal Lord Realm…”
The assembled kings looked aghast, staring at her as if seeing a ghost.
Many of them hadn’t even comprehended the Dao of Time to such a degree.
High in the sky, Ji Ming’s body had already become dust. His soul, too, was failing—like a flickering candle flame in a windstorm, burning, struggling, shrieking in despair.
The sheer power of that soft palm left everyone shaken.
“Supreme One, please save our young lord!”
The elder of the Imperial Clan quickly looked upward and pleaded to the Supreme One hidden in the clouds.
Though he himself had the strength to kill the girl, doing so while restraining the frenzied Immortal King beside him would make it difficult—even for him.
At his plea, Ying Xiaoxiao’s eyes turned cold. She looked up at the Supreme One.
And then, one of the many divine rays behind that towering figure suddenly shot forth—cutting across space and time—diving straight into Ji Ming’s withering soul.
In moments, the soul stabilized. Ji Ming’s destroyed body began to regrow—healing in an instant.
But it was not healing—it was reversal. Time itself flowed backward, rewinding everything to its original state.
If Ying Xiaoxiao’s palm had struck the Ji Ming of a thousand years ago and echoed through to the present, then the Supreme One had reversed a thousand years of time itself—nullifying even the flow of time that had once traveled through those years.
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