248: The might of the Great Emperor! The Quasi-Emperor was terrified out of his wits!

As Ye Linghan's words fell, a silent collapse began.

It was not sound, nor was it energy.

It was rules.

It was order.

The Laws that supported the entire Qiankun Hall, and even the entire Great Xia Imperial City, were being forcibly rewritten by an even more overbearing will!

Great Emperor's Might!

At this moment, Ye Linghan's cultivation at the Peak of the Third Layer of the Great Emperor Realm was no longer restrained or hidden in the slightest, descending upon the mortal world like a dying Universe!

No one present could discern her Realm, but every living being felt an absolute, irresistible... submission from the depths of their Divine Soul and Origin!

Inside the Qiankun Hall, the pillars carved with Dragons and Phoenixes silently turned into fine powder.

The light of the Radiant Pearls embedded in the domed ceiling was completely swallowed, falling into eternal darkness.

Spider-web-like pitch-black cracks spread frantically across the spatial barriers, finally collapsing with a loud crash amidst a crisp wail!

Time lost its meaning at this moment.

Among the civil and military officials kneeling on the ground, those with weaker cultivations had their thoughts frozen and their Divine Souls imprisoned, completely turning into cold, lifeless statues.

Even the Great Saint Realm enshrinees with profound cultivation felt as if their Divine Souls were being gripped tightly by a cold, large hand, about to be crushed into the most primitive particles in the next second.

Fear?

No, they could not even produce the emotion of fear.

They felt they were not facing a person.

But a collapsing Universe, a sea of stars heading toward its end.

Before that power, they were so insignificant they couldn't even be considered dust.

"Great... Emperor... and not just an ordinary Great Emperor..."

The Old Prime Minister, who had lived for nearly ten thousand years, let out muddy old tears that slid down uncontrollably.

The ten-thousand-year Dao Heart he was so proud of was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before this pressure.

He had lived so long, yet he had never personally felt such pure, such desperate Great Emperor's Might.

This was ten thousand times more terrifying than the doomsday natural disasters depicted in his Family's ancient records!

Upon the dragon throne, Ji Hongxue's beautiful face was as pale as paper.

The Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon beneath her, symbolizing the national Luck, let out bursts of uneasy wails; the light of its brilliant dragon body dimmed, actually showing signs of dissipating!

She finally understood.

She finally understood why Su Chen would use terms like "Crazy Woman" and "Prehistoric Demoness" to describe this woman in his diary.

Because her very existence was a complete subversion of the rules of this world!

She was simply not a being that should exist in the Xuanyuan Continent!

And at this moment, Ji Daoyan, who was at the center of the storm, was enduring thousands and tens of thousands of times more absolute pressure.

He felt his Quasi-Emperor Dao Fruit being crushed bit by bit by that will.

His Divine Soul was wailing silently, disintegrating inch by inch.

"No... spare... spare my life..."

A few out-of-tune syllables squeezed out from the depths of Ji Daoyan's throat; it was the final wail before his Divine Soul shattered.

He wanted to beg for mercy, wanted to kowtow, wanted to do anything to trade for a sliver of life.

But he didn't even have the qualification to move a single finger.

He could only watch helplessly as his very "existence" was being completely stripped away from this world.

That feeling was even more terrifying than falling into Reincarnation forever!

In the midst of this dead silence that could freeze eternity.

Three equally old and majestic auras suddenly descended, tearing through the Void Realm!

"Please show mercy!"

"Senior, please appease your anger!"

Three figures tumbled wretchedly out of three different spatial rifts; they were the First, Second, and Third Old Ancestors who suppressed the Luck of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty!

Three genuine Quasi-Emperor powerhouses!

The leader, First Ancestor Ji Xuan, was even an existence at the Peak of the Ninth Layer of the Quasi-Emperor Realm, only a step away from glimpsing the threshold of the Great Emperor Realm!

However, when they saw clearly the demonic figure in the hall radiating an aura of extinction, the faces of the three living fossils all changed drastically!

Without even thinking, they simultaneously bowed their backs—backs that had never bent for anyone—deeply toward Ye Linghan.

"Junior Ji Xuan greets Senior!"

"Junior Ji Cang greets Senior!"

"Junior Ji Yuan greets Senior!"

Their postures were humble to the point of being in the dust.

Because they knew better than anyone what a high-level Great Emperor meant.

It meant that with just a single thought, the Great Xia Divine Dynasty, which had a Legacy of a million years, could be completely erased from the long river of history!

The leader, Ji Xuan, suppressed the trembling in the depths of his Divine Soul, his voice respectful to the extreme.

"Senior, please appease your anger! This matter... is truly an internal misunderstanding of our Great Xia Imperial Family. Daoyan was blind and offended Senior's Divine Might. Please, for the sake of us both being of the Human Race, spare his life!"

"My Great Xia Divine Dynasty is willing to empty our treasury and offer up divine items just to appease Senior's fury!"

His words were sincere and his posture humble to the limit.

He believed that facing the combined plea of three Quasi-Emperors, even a true Great Emperor would give some face.

However.

Ye Linghan did not even turn her head to look at them.

It was as if these three Quasi-Emperor Ancestors, who were enough to shake the entire Central Province, were no different in her eyes from those three crushed pearls on the ground.

From beginning to end, her gaze only fell upon the "culprit" who had made her Little Husband suffer a grievance.

She looked at the three anxious Old Ancestors, then at the innocent-looking Su Chen beside her, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled into a cruel and enchanting arc.

She extended a fair, jade-like slender finger.

She lightly tapped toward Ji Daoyan, who was sprawled on the ground and whose Divine Soul was about to leave his body.

"Pleading?"

Her voice was very soft, yet it carried an unquestionable final judgment.

"I'm sorry."

"He is dead for sure."