497: Chapter 497 Peak of Supernatural Power

[Zhao Changgeng sensed your extraordinary aura. He raised his hand to stop Zhao Lang and whispered a warning: "This person is in the Heavenly Human Realm; you are no match for him."]

[After saying that, he took a step forward, his gaze scrutinizing you: "Your Excellency, for what purpose have you come?"]

[At this moment, you still possess the appearance of De Fu, and you are only revealing a cultivation level of the Heavenly Human Realm, so they do not recognize you.]

[Your gaze was cold, and your tone was calm: "Was it you who slaughtered the city?"]

[Zhao Changgeng narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanging: "Your Excellency must be joking; I have no idea what you are talking about."]

["Daring to do it but not to admit it?" You sneered. "Coward."]

[Zhao Lang's face immediately flushed red. He looked at Zhao Changgeng: "Clan Uncle, why fear him? He is merely in the Heavenly Human Realm and is all alone. Just kill him!"]

[After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed at you with an arrogant expression: "We were the ones who slaughtered the city. What can you do about it?"]

[Zhao Changgeng's brow furrowed slightly, but he did not stop him, merely looking at you with a cold gaze.]

[He was a member of the Zhao family, but not of the Wuji Immortal Sect. Sneaking into the Secret Realm while masking his aura was already a violation of the rules.]

[Logically speaking, he should have kept a low profile, especially since the taichu artifact spirit was still around.]

[Fortunately, the taichu artifact spirit never concerned itself with such trivial matters.]

[You smiled, but there was no warmth in that smile.]

["In that case..."]

["Then die," you said, slowly raising your hand.]

["Formless Divine Palm!"]

[In an instant, the world changed color.]

[Majestic true essence, like a raging sea's stormy waves, surged violently from within your body.]

[The terrifying aura of the Supernatural Power Realm instantly enveloped the entire mountain Peak. Those few Foundation Establishment Cultivators felt a tightness in their chests, as if pressed down by a great mountain, making them unable to breathe.]

[At the same time, above the firmament, true essence condensed frantically.]

[A massive palm print that blotted out the sun slowly took shape amidst the clouds.]

[The lines of that palm print were clear, each one containing power capable of destroying heaven and earth, as if it were the palm of an ancient deity reaching out.]

[Then, it crashed down!]

[Zhao Changgeng's face changed drastically, his pupils shrinking suddenly as he roared at the top of his lungs:]

["Not good! He's in the Supernatural Power Realm! Run, quickly!"]

[Before his voice had even faded, he had already crushed a light evasion talisman.]

[Upon hearing this, the other nine people turned pale and activated the Talismans in their hands one after another.]

[Nine streaks of light fled frantically in all directions the moment the palm print fell.]

[However, they were still too slow.]

[Boom—!]

[The moment the giant palm smashed down, majestic energy poured out like a tidal wave.]

[Five figures who were slightly slower to react were instantly submerged by the palm print. Before they could even scream, they exploded into five clouds of blood mist with a bang, dissipating in the wind.]

[You withdrew your palm and swept your gaze into the distance.]

[Zhao Changgeng had already fled hundreds of miles away and was suspended in mid-air, staring at you with a solemn expression.]

[In the other four directions, there were four more figures—the four who had escaped—panting heavily, their souls still in shock.]

[The corners of your mouth curled up slightly.]

[Your figure flickered.]

["Body Manifests Myriad Forms!"]

[In an instant, four Clones rushed out of your body, turning into four streaks of light and speeding away in four directions.]

[Each Clone carried an aura identical to your main body, moving as fast as lightning.]

[Zhao Changgeng's face changed, and he immediately sacrificed the Magic Treasure in his hand.]

["Myriad Soul Banner!"]

[A pitch-black banner unfurled in the wind, instantly growing to a hundred zhang in size.]

[As the banner's surface churned, countless remnant souls and evil ghosts surged out—hundreds of millions of lost souls blotting out the sun. Their shrill roars shook heaven and earth as they swept toward you!]

[Your brow furrowed slightly.]

[Every one of these remnant souls had once been a living being.]

[No wonder he wanted to slaughter cities.]

[A flash of coldness appeared in your eyes as you raised your hand and shouted:]

["Eighteen Needles of Soul Chasing!"]

[In an instant, true essence surged, and countless true essence needles as fine as ox hair condensed into shape, covering the sky and blotting out half the horizon.]

[You tossed your hand.]

[Whoosh whoosh whoosh—]

[Those countless fine true essence needles poured down like a rainstorm, whistling toward the sky full of lost souls.]

[Every needle accurately pierced through a remnant soul.]

[The moment those souls were struck, they emitted shrill wails and then turned into wisps of green smoke, dissipating into the world.]

[Zhao Changgeng's face changed greatly, and he was about to activate a new Magic Treasure—]

[Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine.]

[Unbeknownst to him, you had already used the "Subtle Steps of Ling Bo" to appear silently behind him.]

[He whipped his head around.]

[What he saw was your raised palm.]

["Die."]

[A palm fell.]

[Bang!]

[Majestic true essence poured into his body like a torrent, instantly destroying his Meridians, bones, and internal organs.]

[Before the Nascent Soul inside him could flee, it was completely swallowed by the surging energy.]

[He stared wide-eyed at you, his lips moving, but he could not make a sound.]

[In the next second, his life force was severed.]

[His corpse crashed to the ground.]

[You withdrew your palm and looked into the distance with an expressionless face.]

[In the distance, the four Clones had already finished their battles.]

[Three of the Clones automatically dissipated after killing three people.]

[The last Clone grabbed Zhao Lang by the neck and threw him in front of you.]

[Zhao Lang's mouth was bleeding, his clothes were tattered, and he was in a wretched state.]

[But the gaze he turned toward you was full of venomous resentment.]

["Hahaha," he suddenly laughed maniacally, his whole body trembling with laughter. "You... are dead."]

["The power behind us is an existence you cannot afford to provoke!" He gritted his teeth, saying each word deliberately.]

["The entire Taichu Continent will pay for your stupidity!"]

["Hundreds of millions of lives will be buried with me!"]

[You looked at him and smiled.]

[Then you looked up at the sky:]

["Old Man Taichu, is what he says true?"]

[In fact, you could have killed them all instantly, but you didn't want to expose your true immortal cultivation strength, so you suppressed it to the Peak of the Supernatural Power Realm to take action, which is why it took a bit more effort.]

[From above the firmament came the aged voice of the taichu artifact spirit:]

["You brat, you were actually hiding your strength. However, I warn you, don't bully my Zhaozhao, otherwise I won't let you off."]

[As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Lang's pupils shrank suddenly.]

[He stared wide-eyed at you, his lips trembling as if he had seen a ghost:]

["How... how is it possible? How do you know..."]

[Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and his eyes widened even further.]

[With a thought,]

[Your face returned to its original state.]

[You looked at him and smiled:]

["Weren't you looking for me? What, you don't recognize me anymore?"]

[Zhao Lang saw your face clearly, his body trembling violently, his eyes almost popping out of his head:]

["You... you... how is it possible! How can you be in the Supernatural Power Realm!"]

[Your smile gradually turned cold as you slowly raised your hand.]

["Now, can you rest in peace?"]

["No, no, don't kill me!" Zhao Lang struggled frantically, his voice changing pitch. "Don't kill me! I'll tell you a big secret..."]

[You turned a deaf ear.]

[Raising your hand, you pressed it lightly against his forehead.]

["Ah—!"]

[A shrill scream echoed through heaven and earth.]

[Zhao Lang's forehead was shattered into pieces by your palm.]

[The headless corpse crashed to the ground.]

[You clapped your hands, and the Clone slowly dissipated.]

[Only you remained, standing with your hands behind your back on the devastated mountain Peak.]

[In the distance, the wind wailed, as if conducting a funeral for someone.]

[With a wave of your hand, you took Zhao Changgeng's qiankun ring and the Myriad Soul Banner into your possession, then leaped into the air, turning into a streak of light and flying back to the Imperial Capital.]