75: Chapter 75 The Pale Hand!!!
"Ah! Team Leader Xie, don't... not there... not there."
"Xie Xiyun, you will die a horrible death!"
"Ah, woo woo, mercy, have mercy..."
...
Xie Xiyun's gaze coldly swept over the messy corpses and severed limbs scattered across the ground.
The fragmented bodies and the blood flowing everywhere formed an extremely bloody and terrifying scene.
Xie Xiyun's face was filled with undisguised disdain; her slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips all showed her disgust and dissatisfaction with everything before her.
"Your pain isn't delicious at all."
...
As time passed, the lives in the city continuously decreased under her butcher's knife, and this once vibrant city was gradually shrouded in the shadow of death.
Qin Xiaogan floated quietly in the air, looking down indifferently at the apocalyptic, withered scene of Yang City below.
"Too slow."
Then, Qin Xiaogan's closed lips moved slightly as he slowly spat out a single word.
"Smelt."
In an instant, a strange and powerful force erupted from his body with a bang.
A huge vortex quickly formed with him at the center.
There seemed to be an endless suction within that vortex, and the surrounding air began to twist violently.
Immediately after, the souls of those who had just died on the ground broke free from the shackles of their bodies, turned into illusory shadows, and flew rapidly into the vortex.
Those souls struggled and screamed within the vortex, but they could not resist the powerful suction, and one by one, they were smelted by the Primordial Smelting Furnace.
Qin Xiaogan continued to watch all this indifferently, like a demon god who presided over life and death.
At this moment, the vast Yang City seemed to have its mouth tightly covered by an invisible giant hand, falling into a deathly silence.
All those who were still alive had expressions of despair on their faces, their eyes dull and terrified as they looked up at the huge and mysterious vortex above their heads.
"This is... this is the Divine Lord's punishment!"
A refugee from Coastal City had tears streaming down his face like a flood breaking a dam.
His body trembling, he knelt down with extreme piety toward the direction of the vortex.
"Divine Lord, please take away my lowly soul; please forgive my crimes."
The other refugees who were still alive had complex expressions at this moment; some showed deep fear in their eyes, while others were full of confusion and helplessness.
They just stood there quietly in this strange and suffocating atmosphere, their hearts filled with all sorts of unspeakable emotions.
Was this truly the Divine Lord?
Could it be a demon lord descending from the heavens?
Qin Xiaogan slowly lowered his head, casting his gaze toward Xie Xiyun, who was still engaged in a killing frenzy.
"It seems that today's Power of Monarch's Descent must be used."
Then, he concentrated his mind and sent a soul transmission to Xie Xiyun in Yang City.
The voice seemed to cross the barriers of space, clearly entering Xie Xiyun's mind.
"Get back here."
In Yang City, Xie Xiyun showed a hint of reluctance and lingering desire after hearing this transmission.
She frowned slightly, seemingly still immersed in the pleasure of slaughter.
Then, without any warning, Xie Xiyun swung her hand back, and the rapier in her hand pierced like a venomous snake into the body of a civilian who was trying his best to flee nearby.
The civilian's eyes widened, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.
After doing all this, Xie Xiyun, with a bit of reluctance, flew toward Qin Xiaogan's direction as fast as a ghost, leaving a blurred shadow in the air.
At the same time.
A terrifying aura that was chilling to the extreme gradually emanated from around Qin Xiaogan.
That aura seemed to spread rapidly in all directions like a surging tide.
Then, a pair of pale giant hands suddenly appeared above Yang City, looking as if they had stretched out from the Netherworld, bringing endless gloom and eeriness.
Before Xie Xiyun had completely flown out of Yang City.
Qin Xiaogan lightly spat out a word with an indifferent expression: "Destroy."
Then, the pair of pale giant hands slowly opened behind Qin Xiaogan.
Immediately after, without the slightest hesitation, the hands covered Yang City at a staggering speed.
The living beings of Yang City seemed to sense something in the dark.
With faces full of sorrow, they raised their heads and stared blankly at the giant hands gradually approaching above them.
In their eyes, the palm prints of those giant hands became increasingly clear, every line seemingly containing endless pressure.
"..."
However, no sound came out.
In this deathly silence, Yang City was silently erased from the map of the Great Zhou.
Only an incredibly huge palm print remained, deeply branded into that piece of land.
Everything around became exceptionally silent and empty; only that giant palm print looked particularly striking and desolate under the afterglow of the waning moon.
At this time, Xie Xiyun, suspended in mid-air, could not stop her body from trembling.
Her fair forehead was already covered with a layer of fine sweat.
Just a little more.
By just a tiny bit.
She would have been ruthlessly erased along with Yang City by Qin Xiaogan's terrifying power.
A wave of lingering fear and shock surged in Xie Xiyun's heart.
Emperor Qin didn't care about her life or death at all; she seemed just like the Yang City below, dispensable and insignificant.
It's truly... so exciting.
I was almost killed by Emperor Qin's own hand, it's so painful...
Qin Xiaogan watched all this expressionlessly, without a hint of pity in his eyes.
"Smelt."
With that said.
Right where that incredibly huge palm print lay below, countless souls suddenly flew out from it.
These souls were like prisoners being released, rushing out one after another.
Each of them had a distorted and hideous face, as if enduring endless pain and resentment.
They opened their mouths and let out bursts of terrifying roars that seemed to pierce the sky and shatter the firmament.
Those roars were filled with unwillingness, anger, and despair.
However, none of this could stop them from being swallowed by the Primordial Smelting Furnace.
Like moths to a flame, their fate seemed to be sealed at this moment.
[Smelting in progress, please wait patiently]
[Estimated time required: 72 hours]
The corners of Qin Xiaogan's mouth slowly curled upward.
"Very good, so many souls, I really... look forward to it."
Meanwhile.
In the Imperial Capital—the Ancestral Land, tens of thousands of miles away.
A dirty monk was lying on his side on the ground in an extremely leisurely posture.
His clothes were covered in dust and stains, his hair was messy, and his whole person looked disheveled.
He held a roast chicken tightly in one hand and was gnawing on it with full devotion and effort, his mouth wide open and saliva almost dripping out, completely disregarding his image.
Beside him sat a middle-aged man quietly.
This middle-aged man was covered in wounds of varying depths, some of which were still oozing blood, looking shocking to the eye.
However, despite being covered in scars.
His expression remained majestic and solemn, like an immovable high mountain.
"I told you it was useless, but you didn't believe me."
"Had enough? He wasn't going to make a move on you so early, but look, you deserve it!"
The sloppy monk's mocking voice rang out inappropriately.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed softly.
"I... sigh."