The king has shed his blood! Is this all the power you possess?

"No! Impossible!"

Burning Heaven Demon Lord Baal, his pupils, burning with hellfire atop his ten-thousand-zhang demonic body, suddenly constricted!

He could feel his Origin demonic flame being forcibly crushed by an even purer, more domineering destructive power!

How is this possible?!

He was an Abyssal Monarch!

An immortal existence who held authority over destruction and fire!

How could a mere human's Sword Qi... his thoughts were not yet finished.

Boom!!!!!!

That sea of black demonic flames could no longer hold!

It was torn wide open by that giant hand of gray-gold Sword Qi!

Immediately after, the entire sea of fire exploded!

Turning into billions of black sparks, scattering in all directions!

And that giant hand of Sword Qi, after tearing through the demonic flames, its momentum did not diminish!

Carrying a supreme, terrifying pressure that crushed everything!

It continued to slam down hard towards that ten-thousand-zhang demonic god!

"Roar!!!"

Baal let out an earth-shattering roar!

Upon his ten-thousand-zhang demonic body, countless lava-like demonic patterns flared up!

He crossed his arms above his head, attempting to withstand this world-ending blow!

However.

It was useless.

Bang—!!!!!!

A dull thud that made the entire starry sky tremble!

The giant hand of Sword Qi that blotted out the sun slammed solidly onto Baal's arms!

Those demonic god arms, covered in Abyssal Divine Gold Armor and capable of withstanding the impact of stars, let out an overwhelmed "crack" in an instant!

Countless bone-deep cracks spread wildly across his arms!

Black demonic blood, like a bursting flood, sprayed wildly from the cracks!

"Pfft—!!!"

Baal's ten-thousand-zhang demonic body was slammed down from the high heavens by this palm strike!

Like a ball being slapped away!

He smashed violently into the Monarch's Throne below, forged from countless skeletons and symbolizing his supreme authority and dignity!

Boom—!!!!

The throne exploded the moment it contacted his body!

Countless wailing Souls and skeletons of the strong scattered!

Burning Heaven Demon Lord Baal, this high and mighty Abyssal Monarch...

Was just like that, slapped from the sky by Lin Yuan, smashed into a pile of cosmic trash along with his throne!

"..."

"..."

Time seemed to stand still.

All sound on the entire battlefield vanished at this moment.

Whether they were humans or demons.

Everyone stared blankly at that starry sky where the throne had crumbled and the Demonic Lord's blood was shed.

Their minds went blank.

The Monarch... the omnipotent Burning Heaven Demon Lord... was defeated?

Slapped from the sky by that tiny human with just one palm strike?!

"Cough... cough cough..."

Amidst the ruins of countless skeletons, Baal's massive demonic body struggled to stand up.

One of his arms was twisted at a bizarre angle, clearly showing that the bone had completely shattered.

He looked up, his eyes burning with hellfire staring fixedly at the figure still suspended above the galaxy, without even a single wrinkle on his clothes.

In his eyes, there was no longer any of the previous contempt or playfulness.

Only endless, unbelievable... horror!

"You... who exactly... are you?!"

He roared, in disbelief.

Lin Yuan looked down at him from above.

On that face, as calm as a deep well, a trace of human-like expression finally appeared.

It was... a faint trace of disappointment.

"Is this all your power amounts to?"

He shook his head gently, his tone carrying a flatness as if pitying a low-quality toy.

"I thought you could at least let me stretch my limbs a bit."

"It seems I overthought it."

"Let the warm-up exercise end here."

After saying that.

He slowly raised his right hand.

This time.

In his palm.

A longsword, highly compressed and condensed from billions of Sword Qi, radiating gray-gold light and seemingly capable of severing the entire Universe...

Slowly took shape.

"..."

On the bridge of the United Fleet.

Qin Pojun, Patton, Vladimir... everyone heard Lin Yuan's flat voice.

Their bodies stiffened in unison.

Their faces showed expressions more horrified than if they had seen a ghost.

Warm... warm-up exercise?

That world-shaking scene just now, of a single palm crushing the Monarch's Throne... you call that a... warm-up exercise?!

Then what are we?

What are we, these so-called elite fleets who couldn't even withstand the aftershocks?!

Dust?!

An unprecedented, absurd feeling struck everyone's Soul.

They looked at the figure holding the gray-gold longsword, preparing for the final blow against the Demonic Lord.

Suddenly, they felt.

This world is just... too damn crazy... that gray-gold longsword took shape in Lin Yuan's palm.

The moment it appeared.

All meteorite fragments within tens of thousands of kilometers, whether large or small, seemed captured by an invisible, terrifying gravitational force!

They began to tremble violently... then uncontrollably were pulled by an invisible force, converging towards that sword!

However, they couldn't even get within one-ten-thousandth of the distance to that sword!

The moment they approached, they were crushed into the most basic and minute cosmic dust by the invisible sword pressure naturally emitted by that sword!

"..."

Burning Heaven Demon Lord Baal's massive demonic body trembled violently in the ruins.

He looked at that sword.

That was not Fear.

It was an instinct for survival!

"Monster... you monster!!!"

Baal let out a roar mixed with Rage and horror!

He couldn't accept it!

He was an Abyssal Monarch!

An immortal demonic god who had reached the peak after surviving countless bloody battles and devouring countless worlds!

How could he lose to an unknown human?!

"This Lord! Wants you dead!!!"

Baal went completely insane!

Upon his ten-thousand-zhang demonic body, all wounds burst open at this moment!

Endless black demonic blood containing his life Origin erupted like a volcanic eruption, soaring into the sky!

This demonic blood did not scatter.

Instead, it converged above his head into an indescribably huge, pitch-black, rotating vortex of flesh and blood!

"Using my blood as a Demonic Lord as the guide!"

"Sacrificing this Star Domain!"

"Abyssal Black Hole—Descend!!!"

He used the last of his strength to unleash his strongest, mutually-destructive forbidden technique!

Rumble rumble rumble—!!!!

As his voice fell!

The entire Gate of Heavens Fall battlefield!

This vast and boundless Star Domain!

Everything began to collapse frantically towards that vortex of flesh and blood!

Space was forcibly distorted, torn, and pulled by an irresistible, terrifying gravitational force!

Countless demons, countless warship wrecks... were all stretched and deformed under this terrifying gravity, letting out overwhelmed wails!

Then, they were swallowed in one gulp by that constantly expanding, pitch-black "black hole"!

However.

Amidst this apocalyptic scene.

The man holding the gray-gold longsword moved.

He looked at that pitch-black singularity that was frantically devouring everything, from which even light could not escape.

The look of disappointment on his face deepened.

"Is this your full power? Too weak."

Lin Yuan's voice was still nonchalant.

Then, he raised the sword in his hand.

That gray-gold longsword, barely three feet long, began to grow frantically in his hand!

One thousand meters!

Ten thousand meters!

One hundred thousand meters!

One million meters!

Ten million meters!

..."Slash!"

As Lin Yuan faintly spat out a single word.

Sword Intent slammed down!

Boom—!!!!!!!!!!!!