24: Chapter 24 Destroying Demons with a Flick of the Finger

Blood clouds covered the sky.

A demonic claw pressed down.

A massive blood-colored demonic claw reached out from a spatial rift, shrouding half of the Imperial Capital.

A chilling, evil Qi permeated the air, causing the very heavens and earth to tremble.

The glazed roof tiles of the Golden Throne Hall were corroded into a honeycomb of holes by the blood mist.

The pressure from the demonic claw made the entire hall groan under the burden; the tiles creaked and rattled, ready to collapse at any moment.

Inside the hall, everyone froze.

The golden-armored imperial guards stopped moving.

The civil and military officials stopped trembling.

Everyone was looking up.

Every face was drained of color.

They watched that descending demonic claw.

Despair exploded in everyone's heart.

This was not a power that humans could block.

This was the method of immortals and devils.

Something from myths.

"It's over, it's all over."

An old official collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Is the Great Xia going to perish in my hands?"

Emperor Li Zhan's face was deathly pale, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The imperial confidence he had just built up was ground to dust before this sky-covering demonic claw.

He gripped the armrests of the Dragon Throne tightly, his fingernails digging into the wood, yet he felt no pain.

In his eyes, there was only that encroaching blood-colored shadow.

Within the blood mist, Wei Yong's inhuman remnant Soul emitted a vengeful, maniacal laugh.

"Hahahaha! Li Zhan! This is the price for opposing me!"

"In front of the Blood Demon Old Ancestor, whom I have respectfully summoned, you are all ants! Dust!"

"All of you die! Turn into blood food for the Old Ancestor!"

The speed at which the demonic claw descended suddenly increased.

The gale it brought lifted the paving stones of the plaza into the air.

The stones and bricks flew upward, only to be crushed into powder by the terrifying pressure.

It was as if the end of the world had arrived.

Inside Zhaoyang Hall.

Li Xuan sat in the main seat, chin resting on one hand.

He watched the "blockbuster" over at the Golden Throne Hall with great interest.

That sky-covering blood claw.

The changing heavens and earth.

And Wei Yong's mad laughter.

Everything was within his double pupils.

He could even clearly see that on the other side of the blood-colored rift, a phantom of a demon god was coiled within a sea of blood.

That thing had a terrifying appearance and was playfully manipulating everything.

"Blood Demon Old Ancestor? Quite the grand title."

Li Xuan picked up a teacup and blew on the tea leaves.

"A fool who hasn't even grasped the threshold of the Marquis Realm and only knows how to use blood sacrifices to stimulate power. With this kind of strength, you dare to show off in front of me?"

He took a sip of tea.

The temperature was just right.

Seeing the fingertips of the demonic claw less than a hundred meters from the roof of the Golden Throne Hall, Li Xuan finally put down his teacup.

"Alright, the farce should end."

His expression was indifferent.

He didn't even stand up.

He simply extended his index finger casually and flicked it lightly toward the direction of the Golden Throne Hall.

The movement was understated, as if flicking a speck of dust off his sleeve.

Hum!

A golden light.

So thin it was almost invisible.

It burst forth from Li Xuan's fingertip.

It moved neither fast nor slow, slicing through the sky.

Beneath the sky-covering blood clouds, it looked pitifully small.

But the moment it appeared, the laughing remnant Soul of Wei Yong fell silent.

His laughter stopped abruptly.

He felt an unprecedented fear!

What was that?

The golden light looked slow, but in reality, it ignored time and space.

One moment it was still in Zhaoyang Hall.

The next moment, it was already directly beneath the sky-covering demonic claw.

The difference in size between the two was worlds apart.

Everyone watched in horror.

That tiny golden speck of light collided with the incomparably huge blood-colored demonic claw.

There was no explosion.

There wasn't even a sound.

Time seemed to freeze.

Immediately following, an incredible scene occurred.

Where the golden light touched the tough demonic claw, a pinhole-sized opening appeared silently.

Then, this small hole expanded wildly.

Ripples of gold spread out with the hole as the center.

Wherever the ripples swept.

Whether it was the hard blood scales or the Devilish Qi that corroded all things, it instantly melted.

It disintegrated.

It turned into the most primitive particles and dissipated into the heavens and earth.

It was unstoppable.

This was not a confrontation.

It was a crushing blow.

It was an absolute crushing at the level of Law.

It was a dimension-reduction strike.

One breath.

That sky-covering demonic claw shattered inch by inch in the air, just like that.

It vanished into thin air.

As if it had never appeared.

Pfft!

After the golden light pierced through the demonic claw, its momentum undiminished, it plunged directly into the blood-colored rift in the sky!

The next moment!

"Ah——"

A miserable howl came from the other side of the rift.

The shrill scream did not sound like it could be emitted by a living creature, filled with shock, anger, and disbelief.

Those who heard this sound felt their Divine Soul tremble.

That high and mighty Blood Demon Old Ancestor had been severely injured by just being grazed by a flick of a finger.

"Marquis! No! Is it an Human Emperor?"

Fuzzy, terrified words came through, accompanied by screams.

Subsequently, that blood-colored rift closed violently, a hundred times faster than when it appeared!

It disappeared without a trace!

The blood clouds over the Imperial Capital retreated instantly.

Warm sunlight shone down again, illuminating the dilapidated Golden Throne Hall.

The world was clear once more.

Silence reigned all around.

The surviving ministers.

The blood-soaked guards.

And Li Zhan in front of the Dragon Throne.

Everyone was looking up.

Their expressions were vacant.

They were all too shocked to speak.

One moment it was the end of the world, and the next moment, it was calm and breezy?

This reversal caught everyone off guard.

What kind of method was this?

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, yet unable to understand what was before their eyes.

What about that sky-covering demonic claw? What about that terrifying Blood Demon Old Ancestor?

Just like that, it was gone?

Solved instantly by a golden light that came from who knows where?

In the blood mist, Wei Yong's remnant Soul was also stunned.

His greatest reliance.

The supreme existence he had sacrificed everything to invite.

Just ran away like that?

And even took a beating in the process?

It was simply inconceivable.

"No... impossible... this isn't real..."

Wei Yong's remnant Soul muttered as if in a dream.

His trump card was not even worth a piece of paper in front of the other party.

What level of existence was that exactly?

What kind of monster was hidden in the Great Xia Imperial Palace!

He regretted it.

He truly regretted it.

Just as his mind lost its defense and his Soul body was becoming unstable and about to dissipate.

A powerful force appeared out of thin air.

Gentle, yet overbearing.

It transformed into an invisible hand, firmly gripping his remnant Soul along with the surrounding blood mist.

"No! Let me go! Who are you! Let me go!"

Wei Yong's remnant Soul struggled crazily, but in front of that power, it was all in vain.

The invisible hand carried him and flew rapidly toward a certain direction deep in the Imperial Palace.

The people in front of the Golden Throne Hall only saw that ball of blood mist emit a few shrill screams before disappearing into the horizon.

Zhaoyang Hall.

Li Xuan slowly retracted his extended hand.

In his palm, a twisted blood-colored ball of light was struggling violently, revealing Wei Yong's fearful and vengeful face.

"Where is the Blood Demon Old Ancestor?"

Li Xuan's voice rang directly in Wei Yong's Soul.

"I... I won't tell you! Kill me!" Wei Yong's remnant Soul roared.

"Is that so."

Li Xuan's expression was calm, and his finger from the other hand tapped lightly on the blood-colored ball of light.

"Soul Search."

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Wei Yong let out a scream a hundred times more miserable than the Blood Demon Old Ancestor.

His memories.

His secrets.

His life's experiences.

Were all pulled out by a barbaric force and examined.

The humiliation he endured as a child.

Passing the imperial examinations in his youth.

Step-by-step maneuvering in the officialdom.

The deal with the Ziyang Holy Land.

The process of cultivating the Demonic Technique.

And the mountains of gold and silver he hid in a dozen places.

Everything.

Under Li Xuan's Soul Search Divine Ability, nothing could be hidden.

A moment later.

Li Xuan retracted his finger; he knew everything he wanted to know.

In his palm, the blood-colored ball of light dimmed.

Wei Yong's consciousness had also been completely shattered, leaving only some meaningless babbling.

Li Xuan looked at this scrap, his eyes calm.

He brought his two fingers together.

"Snap."

A soft sound.

The blood-colored ball of light, along with Wei Yong's final Soul imprint within it, was completely annihilated.

Turned into nothingness.

The wind blew by, leaving nothing behind.

Wei Yong, the Prime Minister of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty who held power over the court.

From this moment, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.