Chapter 290: Chapter 167: Going with the Flow, Shen Meinan the Swordsman (Double-Length) (Part 2)

And that pale arm followed behind him, destroying everything in its path like breaking dry twigs and withered grass!

"What is that?!"

"Where is the Daoist Monarch?" someone asked.

Soon after, they found out.

"Dong—Dong—Dong—..."

From within the Hall of Dao and Virtue, eight long, deep bell tolls resonated.

In the Mystic God Daoist Sect, if eight bells sound, it signifies the fall of the Daoist Monarch.

If it were nine, it would signify the fall of the Sect Leader.

After a brief silence, the battlefield erupted in an uproar of fear.

Moments later, someone shouted:

"...The Daoist Monarch has fallen! Quickly form a formation to meet the enemy!!!!!!"

But it was already too late.

"Rumble..."

The giant hand, like a towering wall, thundered forward.

Everything in its path was toppled.

The Immortal Mountain crumbled, and giant stones rolled down like dust, burying everyone below.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

In its wake, Taoist Sect disciples, with bloodshot eyes, roared mightily, soared into the sky, and transformed into streams of light, self-destructing their souls in a desperate attempt to shake the pale giant hand.

But it was all in vain.

Their self-destruction left only a speck of dust-like red mark on the giant hand...

However, such actions inspired more people.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! — Boom!"

More disciples of the Mystic God Daoist Sect rose into the sky, wave after wave of light followed one after another, their self-destruction sounds became seamless, eventually even synchronized, turning the red specks into a line of blood waterfalls.

Finally, the skin beneath the massive pale palm cracked open with a fissure.

"Overestimating oneself..."

Wen Yao frowned, finding it extremely amusing.

He hovered above all beings, experiencing the wonder of power for the first time.

In his eyes, everyone here was but an ant, even the Profound Profound Realm was no match for him.

Though it was temporary, he hoped... that after this, it could become eternal.

At this moment, through a forebear of Bitean Celestial Palace, Wen Yao once again summoned an elder from the Canliao Realm of the Ancient Era.

Wen Yao did not know his real name; he only knew in the depths of his mind that he should call him "Ancestral God."

However, Wen Yao himself was too weak to allow this elder to fully possess him.

Therefore, although in the Double Pupil Illusion Realm, his perspective was that of the ancestor itself, on the Pinggu Battlefield, he could only manifest one arm of the "Ancestral God."

With just one arm, the "Ancestral God" could slay thousands of troops!

Wen Yao found it hard to imagine just how powerful the Canliao Realm could be at its prime!

Even more unimaginable was how such powerful beings from the Canliao Realm all vanished without a trace after the Ancient Era...

What kind of power was it, or what events occurred, that not one from the Canliao Realm remained!

But it was precisely because of this reason that Wen Yao, at this moment, could slaughter all around him.

As the entire Fuli State fell, Wen Yao’s power continued to grow madly.

Rising from a Grandmaster to the Peak of Grandmaster!

On the battlefield below.

Yan Hui, Ji Wangquan, and Shen Yuliu all ceased their actions; Shen Yuliu immediately started to run without a second thought, and after realizing the whole battlefield had collapsed, Ji Wangquan shook his head and chose to retreat as well.

But Yan Hui noticed that there seemed to be a disconnect between Wen Yao standing above and the pale giant hand.

Yan Hui squinted, quickly deducing most of the situation, took a deep breath, and coldly sneered:

"Do you think the power obtained by external means is true power?"

He did not act rashly but instead pulled out a mystical Spiritual Treasure, concealing his own aura, and quietly moved behind Wen Yao.

As Wen Yao pushed forward, he suddenly encountered a barrier.

"Boom!"

The giant palm collided with that barrier, unexpectedly being rebounded for a moment!

Wen Yao was initially taken aback, then began to laugh softly.

"Hehe, found it..."

In terms of the obstacles potentially faced on the entire battlefield, aside from that Saint, only the Dharma Protection Array of the Hall of Dao and Virtue from the Mystic God Daoist Sect was left.

But Wen Yao was confident he had previously dragged all those Daoist Monarchs into the "Calamity Space-Time" of the "Ancestral God."

— The "way" that the "Ancestral God" took is "space-time," and this space was self-created by him. Once taken into it, with the calamities of wind, fire, thunder, and water upon them, they are undoubtedly doomed.

At this moment, the Hall of Dao and Virtue should have been entirely empty.

However, now, someone had activated the Dharma Protection Array!

Wen Yao muttered: "It wasn’t a waste that I intentionally left the entire Fuli Xuan City and the Hall of Dao and Virtue... You indeed came here seeking shelter!"

From the current wreckage, it was evident that he intentionally left the structures intact.

Waiting for those later geniuses to cleverly come and seek the seniors of the Mystic God Daoist Sect.

But now, he would let them realize that in the face of absolute power, all cunning is useless!

A trace of near-fanatical excitement appeared on Wen Yao’s face.

"Even the Daoist Monarchs can only sit and wait for death; what are you so-called ’geniuses’ worth?!"

"In this Pinggu Battlefield, the only one to survive will be me, Wen Yao! Everyone else will become my nourishment!"

Wen Yao raised his hand sharply, clenching it tightly!

He laughed loudly: "Die for me!!!"

...

"Boom!"

The formation before unfolded in mid-air, with mysterious runes continuously flowing, a heavy aura enveloping the entire Hall of Dao and Virtue and most of Fuli Xuan City.

But before it had fully deployed, it was struck head-on by that pale giant hand!