175: Chapter 175 Public Soul Search, Soul Banner Feast!

Qin Yu held Lin Xiaotian's violently struggling Divine Soul.

The entire battlefield was deathly silent.

Whether it was the Lin Clan Army fleeing madly in the distance,

or the Cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and the Zhentian Army observing from below,

everyone's gaze was fixed dead on that figure suspended in the Void Realm.

Their minds were filled with shock.

One punch.

Just one punch.

The Physical Body of a Peak Saint King from the Taigu Realm had been blown apart.

Even his Divine Soul was clutched in someone's hand like trash.

The visual impact and mental shock brought by this scene

were far more violent and unreasonable than any previous battle!

Qin Yu's combat power was even more Heaven-Defying than before!

"No... impossible..."

Lin Xiaotian's Divine Soul twisted wildly, emitting a roar of disbelief.

"You... what kind of monster are you!

How could such an existence exist in the Lower Realm!"

His proud Saint King Laws, his sense of Bloodline superiority as a higher-dimensional being—

were utterly crushed into nothingness before Qin Yu's overwhelmingly domineering punch.

"Monster?"

Hearing this, the corner of Qin Yu's mouth curled into a cruel arc.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Lin Xiaotian's Divine Soul, and chuckled softly in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Don't worry."

"Soon, you'll learn what a real monster is."

As his words fell, Qin Yu's fingers suddenly exerted force.

"Ah!"

Lin Xiaotian's Divine Soul let out an excruciatingly shrill scream.

An indescribable, intense pain erupted from the depths of his Divine Soul's Origin.

Ignoring his wails, Qin Yu lifted him high, right in front of the 100,000-strong Lin Clan Army.

A cold voice resounded throughout heaven and earth.

"Trash from the Taigu, watch closely."

"This is your so-called proud Saint King."

"In the eyes of This Divine Son, he's not even fit to be a dog!"

As he spoke, he pointed his fingers like a sword, shimmering with a chilling gleam.

And viciously stabbed it into Lin Xiaotian's Divine Soul!

"Next, is your favorite part."

"Public execution!"

Soul-searching!

In front of everyone, performing a brutal Soul-search on a Peak Saint King!

"No! How dare you!"

Lin Xiaotian felt the memories deep within his Divine Soul

being forcibly flipped through and stripped away by a domineering power.

He went completely insane.

"Kill me! If you have the guts, kill me!"

For a strong person, death itself is not terrifying.

What is terrifying is

having all your secrets stripped bare under the public gaze,

trampling a lifetime of dignity into the dust!

"Kill you?"

Qin Yu smiled, a smile full of mockery.

"That would be too merciful for you."

Brilliant light erupted from his fingertips.

In the next moment, countless fragmented memory shards, flickering with bizarre, kaleidoscopic images,

were forcibly extracted from Lin Xiaotian's Divine Soul and projected onto the Void Realm.

It was like a grand light show.

Each flicker of light and shadow was one of Lin Xiaotian's most secret memories.

And Qin Yu was the demon who personally unveiled them.

He deliberately selected some of the images most capable of destroying Lin Xiaotian's image and made them public.

The scene shifted.

It showed Lin Xiaotian in his youth, in order to seize a powerful Cultivation Technique,

treacherously ambushing his own Senior Brother, brutally killing him, and framing a rival faction.

The scene shifted again.

It showed him at a Family council, in order to obtain more cultivation resources,

actually kneeling on both knees, kissing the boot of a Lin Clan main branch Elder like a dog, tearfully begging for alms.

That fawning, shameless face formed an extremely ironic contrast with his current arrogant and domineering image.

The scene shifted once more.

It showed him, to Cultivate a sinister technique, secretly capturing over a hundred Mortal women and refining them alive into blood pills...

Scene after scene, incident after incident.

Deceitful, filthy, despicable, cruel!

All of Lin Xiaotian's disguises, all his glory,

were torn to shreds before these memory images.

"No... stop..."

Lin Xiaotian's Divine Soul let out a wail of despair.

He could feel, from within his Mountain Splitting Legion below,

those gazes that were once filled with worship and awe for him

were visibly turning into contempt, scorn, and anger!

A scene of massive idol collapse!

Countless warriors of the Mountain Splitting Legion watched the scenes playing in the sky, their faith completely shattered.

Was this the commander they served?

Was this the god of war they believed in?

So he was just a shameless villain who rose to power through despicable means!

"Stop! Stop this at once!"

From the remaining fleet, several of Lin Xiaotian's deputy commanders stared with eyes wide in fury.

They knew that if this continued,

without Qin Yu even needing to act, the morale and fighting spirit of the entire Mountain Splitting Legion would completely collapse!

"All forces, charge! Kill him! Avenge the commander!"

One deputy commander raised his arm and shouted, trying to interrupt Qin Yu's humiliation with an attack.

"Kill!"

Driven by despair and rage, the remaining tens of thousands of the Lin Clan Army launched a final, suicidal charge.

The black warships converged into a desperate torrent, fearlessly rushing towards Qin Yu's location.

However, at that very moment.

A lazy, slightly impatient hum came from the golden imperial chariot that had been silently hovering in the rear.

"A swarm of ants dares to disturb my son's enjoyment?"

Before the words faded.

Qin Huangtian's majestic figure slowly stepped out from the imperial chariot.

He didn't even glance at the tens of thousands of troops charging towards him.

He merely casually raised his hand towards that direction and gently pressed down with his palm.

The motion was effortless, as if intending to swat a few annoying flies.

BOOM!!!

A destructive palm imprint, far more terrifying—by billions of times—than anything Lin Xiaotian had displayed,

carrying a faint Aura of immortal Dao, manifested across the sky!

Where the palm imprint passed, all Laws fell silent, the great Dao became void!

Those tens of thousands of menacing black warships

were as insignificant as dust before the sky-obscuring palm imprint.

No explosions, no screams.

They, along with all the Lin Clan warriors on board,

were in an instant,

erased from this world by that incomprehensible, majestic force!

The wind passed without a trace.

As if they had never existed.

One palm.

Just one palm.

Of the Mountain Splitting Legion, its 100,000-strong army, only a few scattered warships at the very rear survived by sheer luck.

And the warriors on those ships were already scared out of their wits, collapsing to the ground.

Lin Xiaotian's Divine Soul stared blankly at this scene.

All his anger, resentment, and unwillingness

before this single palm, transformed into pure, boundless fear and despair.

"Alright, the farce should end now."

Qin Yu's voice rang in his ears like a final death knell.

Under Lin Xiaotian's utterly lifeless gaze,

Qin Yu slowly summoned that

purple-black giant banner that made his Soul tremble from its very depths.

chaos return to ruins banner!

*Hum!*

The giant banner blotted out the sky. Billions of ghostly faces materialized on its surface, emitting greedy, piercing shrieks.

"Enter the banner! Your journey begins!"

Qin Yu sneered and threw Lin Xiaotian's Divine Soul, along with the bloody mist of his shattered Physical Body, towards the giant banner.