203: Chapter 203 Two Palms

A palm print of lightning, carrying endless power of destruction, descended thunderously from beyond the nine heavens.

Its terrifying might seemed capable of completely crushing the entire world, descending heavily upon Andre like a towering Mount Tai.

Wherever the palm print passed, the air emitted bursts of explosive sounds, as if the world itself were wailing in pain.

"Heaven-grade Martial Technique?"

Chen Moxuan's gaze remained locked onto the palm print, which possessed such immense momentum that it seemed to shake the very heavens and earth, and his heart trembled violently.

With his knowledge and discernment, he could naturally tell at a glance that the Martial Technique Lei Wanjun was currently unleashing far exceeded the scope of the Earth-grade Martial Techniques he was familiar with.

In the ranking system of Martial Skills, once one ascended to the supreme Realm of Heaven-grade, there were no longer clear-cut level divisions like those found in low, middle, and high Ranks.

Techniques that reach the heavens, can communicate with the Power of Heaven and Earth, and resonate with the Dao are considered Heaven-grade Martial Techniques.

All Heaven-grade Martial Techniques have reached the pinnacle of their respective unique Domains, making it difficult to distinguish which is superior.

Once unleashed, their terrifying power is enough to easily flatten a prosperous city.

"Is this what a Martial Dao Profound Saint is..."

Chen Moxuan muttered to himself, his eyes filled with yearning.

Even from a great distance, he could still clearly perceive the vast and boundless Power of Heaven and Earth contained within that palm print which obscured the sky.

Back in the Spirit Gathering Secret Realm, when Wang Jianshan unleashed a low-level Earth-grade Martial Technique, he still needed to spend a significant amount of time gathering strength.

And the Power of Heaven and Earth contained in that strike from Wang Jianshan was, compared to this palm strike from Lei Wanjun, likely not even one ten-thousandth of its strength.

In this world where Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi is extremely scarce, Lei Wanjun was actually able to unleash such a terrifying, unparalleled strike without any need to gather strength, as if it were an effortless feat.

If it were in the Martial Arts World where Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi is abundant, the power of this strike would likely be even more terrifying.

"There's actually still a Martial Arts expert!"

The terrifying power of this strike had already jolted Andre awake from his rage.

He wanted to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack, but it was already too late.

A massive wind pressure, like an overturning sea, surged in from all directions, trapping Andre tightly within like invisible walls.

Seeing that he was completely unable to dodge, Andre's eyes widened, and he let out a sudden, violent roar.

Andre's strength surged wildly throughout his body, gathering all his Soul power into his right fist, and he unleashed a brilliant, dazzling Light of Destruction with all his might.

It was as if a white pillar had formed between the palm print and his fist; Andre had actually managed to withstand the unstoppable downward momentum of the palm print for a moment, and the two fell into a stalemate.

The Light of Destruction that he unleashed by consuming Soul power through his Special Ability could annihilate all matter.

When this Light of Destruction collided with pure energy, it had the miraculous effect of overcoming greater strength with less.

At the same unit of measurement, it only required consuming several times less energy than the opponent to completely annihilate their energy.

It was precisely by relying on this trick that Andre had almost never suffered a loss in direct confrontations with Martial Artists.

Even if Lei Wanjun's strength caused him some shock, in this current time where Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was so thin it was nearly dried up, Andre absolutely did not believe that a Martial Artist whose strength level exceeded his own by several times could still exist.

Those few elderly Martial Dao Great Saints had long since been slaughtered by the Son of God himself before he went into self-imposed Seal.

The remaining Martial Dao Profound Saints had also long been ruthlessly exterminated under the siege of the Twelve Divine Envoys.

In this world today, it was rare enough to see a Spirit Ascension Realm Martial Artist; to see a Martial Saint in the Tongxuan Realm would simply be a miracle among miracles.

Andre absolutely did not believe that this Martial Arts remnant before him could possess the strength of a Martial Dao Profound Saint.

In his view, at most, the opponent was just a Martial Saint accidentally born from this miracle.

Being able to unleash this strike was already the end of his strength; as long as he could withstand this move, he could do whatever he wanted with him afterward.

Thinking this, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Andre's eyes, and he gradually increased the output of his Soul power.

The Light of Destruction became increasingly dazzling; he intended to destroy that palm print in one go and decide the victor with Lei Wanjun.

"Hmph."

A casual, cold snort instantly pierced into Andre's ears, shattering all his illusions.

Seeing the stalemate, Lei Wanjun said nothing; his eyes turned stern, and he suddenly pressed down with his other palm.

Following closely behind the palm print that Andre had managed to stalemate with great difficulty, another lightning palm print, with momentum not in the least inferior to the former, quickly broke through layers of clouds and slammed upward.

The situation was instantly broken; Andre's offensive could not hold for even a moment longer and retreated steadily, collapsing in defeat.

"Impossible! How could there still be such a strong Martial Artist in this world!"

Andre's eyes widened, filled with horror and disbelief.

Being able to unleash two such terrifying attacks in succession, this person could only be a Martial Dao Profound Saint.

But he could rack his brains and still not know where this Martial Dao Profound Saint before him had popped out from.

Excluding all sorts of impossible situations, a bold guess surged into Andre's mind.

"I know! The Ring of End! You came from the other side of the Ring of End!"

The palm print had already closed in on Andre, and the sound of surging, galloping thunder drowned out his roar.

Andre frantically gathered white light with both hands, attempting to withstand the two palm prints that were pressing down and covering the sky.

But this was merely his final, futile struggle.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The moment he made contact with the palm print, his face was twisted and deformed by the immense pressure, as if his facial features had been displaced.

His figure plummeted rapidly along with the palm print, smashing heavily onto the ground.

Instantly, lightning surged out like a raging tide; the heaven-reaching thunder danced like silver snakes, and the violent wind roared like a wild beast.

Wherever it passed, space itself seemed to be torn apart, creating fine cracks.

Lei Wanjun cleverly controlled the power to concentrate on one spot; if not for this, with the world-destroying, terrifying power of these two palms, the entire C City would likely have been reduced to ruins under this monstrous offensive.

When the violent wind stopped raging and the thunder gradually scattered into tiny specks of light, and when the dust had all settled.

In the original spot, there remained only a bottomless palm-print crater.

At the very bottom of that crater, Andre was charred black, like a piece of burnt charcoal, his body twitching continuously.

One of the twelve strongest Transcendents in the world, the man known as the [Fist of Judgment], now had only half a breath left.

Accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound of breaking wind, Lei Wanjun appeared at the bottom of the crater in the next instant.

He gently beckoned with his hand through the air, and Andre's entire body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, his limbs dangling as he flew toward him.

"I am sparing your life because I still have many doubts in my heart."

Lei Wanjun's expression was as cold as frost, his eyes revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"As for whether you are willing to tell the truth, that will depend entirely on your own choice."