294: A single silver thread can annihilate a quasi-emperor; a lament for ants!

Just as Lin Yu raised a finger, preparing to personally clean up these noisy insects,

His movement suddenly halted.

His eyes, which always held an aloofness as if looking down upon all living beings, narrowed slightly, flashing with a mix of mockery and surprise.

Below on the battlefield, the situation changed abruptly.

Besieged by several Quasi-Emperors and already hard-pressed, Daoist Master Qingxu, after defending for so long, ultimately revealed a fatal opening.

"Daoist Master! Die for me!"

The Quasi-Emperor surnamed Li looked utterly crazed, his eyes erupting with a venomous, ecstatic glee wrung from the dregs of his life.

He completely ignited his dwindling Lifespan, transforming his lifelong cultivation into a torrent, pouring it all into that pitch-black poisonous palm!

In an instant, the poisonous palm swelled to a hundred zhang, the ghostly face formed by billions of venomous insects in its palm emitting a Soul-rending shriek. It slammed towards Daoist Master Qingxu's chest with a posture that seemed to seal off heaven and earth!

A life-risking strike from a Peak Quasi-Emperor!

A chill ran through Daoist Master Qingxu's heart. He wanted to dodge, but the space around him was nailed shut by several auras, leaving him unable to move even a fraction!

It's over!

At the very moment this desperate thought flashed through his mind,

A figure, like a meteor burning itself to illuminate the night, resolutely interposed itself, blocking the path before him.

It was the Quasi-Emperor surnamed Wang who had been fighting alongside him all along!

He did not look back, only using all his strength to roar out his final words.

"Brother Daoist Master, for me... watch over Great Xia!"

Then, facing that world-destroying poisonous palm, his face showed no fear, only a tragic and resolute acceptance, as if he had seen through life and death and was rushing towards his answer.

"Old Monster Li! We were brothers for three thousand years. Today, I shall repay you with this life!"

"And with this life, I shall also wager that what Her Majesty the Empress said... is true!"

The Quasi-Emperor surnamed Wang let out the most tragic roar of his life. He abandoned all defense, choosing the most unyielding method!

Self-detonation!

He completely detonated all the Imperial Dragon Qi and Cultivation Dao Fruits within his body in a millionth of an instant!

BOOM——!!!

How terrifying is the power of a Quasi-Emperor's self-detonation?!

A brilliantly radiant, massive golden mushroom cloud blossomed violently at the foot of Heavenly Pillar Mountain!

At the center of the mushroom cloud was destruction of the purest degree.

The destructive energy storm poured forth like the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens bursting its banks, madly sweeping out in all directions!

The Quasi-Emperor surnamed Li, bearing the brunt of it, had his ecstatic expression frozen into an eternal look of horror.

He didn't even have time to scream before his entire body, within that golden storm of destruction, was torn apart, stripped away, and annihilated inch by inch, ultimately reduced to the most insignificant dust, not even a wisp of his Divine Soul managing to escape!

The several other Quasi-Emperors surrounding him, also attacking, were struck as if by lightning. They vomited blood and were sent flying backward, their dao foundations cracked on the spot, their auras withered!

In just an instant.

All the old monsters engaged in battle on the field were awestruck by this extremely tragic scene.

The shouts of battle, the roars, the rumbling of Divine Abilities—all vanished.

Even the fierce winds at the mountain Peak eerily ceased.

On the immortal ship, Lin Yu's peerlessly handsome face finally revealed a trace of genuine impatience.

"Truly... troublesome insects."

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with unconcealed disgust.

"Even in death, they have to make such a commotion, polluting the air."

He did not want to wait any longer.

He retracted the finger originally pointed at Daoist Master Qingxu. His gaze swept below, finally locking onto a Quasi-Emperor who was engaged in a bloody battle with a Yao Race Quasi-Emperor and whose body also flowed with the Great Xia Imperial Dragon Qi.

You, then.

Since you are a lackey of that reckless Empress, I'll start the cleanup with you.

Then, he casually pointed a light finger towards that Great Xia Quasi-Emperor.

There was no earth-shattering commotion.

No world-destroying phenomena.

Only a silver thread of light, a hundred times finer than a spider's silk, quietly drifted down from the small White Jade Pagoda in his hand.

The speed of the thread was not fast; one could even say it was slow.

It drifted and swayed, like a willow catkin blown down by the wind, passing through the violent residual energy waves, through the solidified air, silently descending towards that Great Xia Quasi-Emperor.

That Quasi-Emperor was still using all his strength to resist the Yao Race Quasi-Emperor's attacks, completely unaware of this death sentence from another dimension.

The thread of light lightly touched his Protective Divine Radiance.

Then.

A scene so bizarre it could shatter the Dao Heart of gods and demons occurred.

The Protective Divine Radiance of that Great Xia Quasi-Emperor, capable of withstanding a full-power strike from a peer, did not shatter or explode upon contact with the silver thread. Instead... it vanished.

As if gently erased from a painting by an invisible hand.

Not even a single ripple was stirred.

Immediately after, the silver thread landed on his Physical Body.

The body of that Great Xia powerhouse, starting from the point of contact, began to turn into the finest dust at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From the skin, to the flesh and blood, to the bones, and then to his indestructible Quasi-Emperor Soul... the entire process was terrifyingly quiet.

The expression on his face still maintained the ferocity and determination from his battle with the Yao Emperor.

He did not feel a shred of pain.

He didn't even have time to form a single thought of calling for help.

A Quasi-Emperor powerhouse, someone who in the Profound Origin Continent could establish a sect and suppress a region for millennia, was just 'erased' before everyone's eyes.

The mountain wind blew again, scattering that human-shaped dust.

As if he had never existed in this world.

At this moment, all the old monsters who were fighting or preparing to fight froze in place, like puppets under a paralysis spell.

The madness, greed, and fury in their eyes were, in this instant, completely replaced and frozen by an incomprehensible, extreme terror originating from the deepest part of their Souls!

Daoist Master Qingxu trembled violently. An unprecedented chill shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, causing his Dao Heart, undisturbed for eighty thousand years, to wail in madness!

He saw it!

The moment the silver thread fell, his Divine Thought at the ninth heaven of Quasi-Emperor realm clearly 'saw' everything!

The Laws surrounding that Great Xia elder, the Dao he cultivated, all traces of his existence in this world... were not shattered, not ground to dust!

They were... wiped away!

Just like words written in ink on paper by a Mortal, effortlessly wiped clean by an invisible hand!

That wasn't a matter of the strength of power at all!

It was a higher-dimensional... Dimensional Reduction Strike upon a lower life form!

It was the absolute erasure of the created by the creator!

"Thud!"

Someone, their Dao Heart completely shattered, legs giving way, knelt on the ground like a pile of mud, producing the only sound in the entire scene.

Daoist Master Qingxu's Dao Heart was trembling violently.

For the first time, he felt a doubt profound enough to overturn everything towards the 'Dao' he had cultivated for eighty thousand years, towards his lifelong pursuit.

What... have we been Cultivating?

In their eyes, are we truly not even worth as much as ants?