216: Chapter 216 The Imperial Weapon of the Heavenly Fiend Abyss

The Ye Chen widened his eyes, staring fixedly at Shen Qingyuan, his face full of disbelief.

He was an unparalleled powerhouse at the Peak of the Saint King Realm, only one step away from the Quasi-Emperor Realm!

He had used seventy percent of his strength in that palm strike!

Even a powerhouse of the same level would never find it easy to take that strike head-on.

Yet, this young man before him—

With a casual flick!

He had neutralized his attack?

And even injured him?!

"Who exactly are you?"

The voice of the Ye Chen was trembling.

In the distance, the three Saints were simply dumbfounded.

Saint Xutian's mouth hung wide open, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he looked as if he had been struck by lightning.

The Magical Artifact in Saint Lieyi's hand clattered to the ground, and he didn't even bother to pick it up.

Although Lingyuan's expression remained cold, a flicker of deep shock flashed through her eyes.

The Ye Chen, an unparalleled powerhouse at the Peak of the Saint King Realm, only one step away from the Quasi-Emperor Realm—

Had actually been forced back by a single finger from Senior?!

Senior's strength was actually so terrifying!

Shen Qingyuan naturally appeared calm and composed.

He didn't care about a mere Peak Saint King Realm cultivator at all.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile: "Is that all the strength the dignified Ye Chen has?"

The Ye Chen clenched his fists until they creaked, his knuckles turning white.

He had been plotting for hundreds of years, ever since he learned of the news of the Sacred Tower ruins, he had been laying out his plans.

He had sent people to infiltrate the Southern Region, investigate the origin of the Sacred Tower, confirm the location of the Quasi-Emperor corpses, and even went as far as letting his own son, Ye Xuan, lead the team into the Sacred Tower personally.

Everything, absolutely everything, was for those two Quasi-Emperor corpses.

As long as he obtained the Quasi-Emperor corpses and comprehended the Dao Law within them, he would have a chance to Breakthrough the shackles and step into the Quasi-Emperor Realm!

At that time, Tiansha Abyss would become one of the most powerful forces in the Cangxuan Great World, and he, the Ye Chen, would become an existence standing at the very Peak of the world!

But now—

The thing he had plotted for hundreds of years had been snatched by someone else!

"Arrogant!"

The voice of the Ye Chen was cold, and killing intent erupted from his body like a physical substance, causing the entire sky and earth to tremble violently.

He raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers, and a ball of dark red light slowly condensed in his palm, emitting a creepy, unsettling aura.

Within that ball of light, countless resentful souls could be vaguely seen wailing and struggling, emitting silent roars.

Tiansha Demonic Technique · Myriad Souls Devouring Heart!

This was the secret technique of Tiansha Abyss, the peerless Demonic Technique that the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable had relied on to make a name for himself back in the day.

The Ye Chen had Cultivated for thousands of years and had already brought this Demonic Technique to its limit.

He used ten percent of his strength in this palm strike.

A full-force strike from a Peak Saint King Realm powerhouse, combined with the terrifying power of the Tiansha Demonic Technique, was enough to destroy a city!

"Since you want to die, I will grant your wish!"

The Ye Chen roared and unleashed a palm strike!

The dark red light turned into a pillar of light as thick as a mountain, carrying world-destroying power, and pressed down towards Shen Qingyuan!

Wherever the light pillar passed, the Void Realm completely collapsed, revealing a pitch-black Void Space, and chaotic spatial currents surged out from the cracks, emitting sharp whistling sounds!

In the distance, the three Saints turned pale, their figures retreating violently, and they fled another hundred miles away.

"This strike... this strike is too terrifying!"

Saint Lieyi's voice was trembling, his eyes filled with shock.

He had lived for over two thousand years and had seen countless powerhouses, but he had never seen such a terrifying strike.

The power of this palm strike had already exceeded the cognitive range of the Saint Realm.

Saint Xutian's face was also deathly pale, his cloudy old eyes filled with despair.

Although Lingyuan did not speak, her clenched fists revealed the tension in her heart.

However—

Shen Qingyuan stood where he was, motionless.

He looked at the approaching dark red light pillar, his eyes without a ripple.

Even—

The corner of his mouth curved slightly.

"Tiansha Demonic Technique? Interesting."

He raised his right hand, and his slender fingers lightly grasped the air.

The movement was casual and understated.

But it was just that one grasp—

The dark red light pillar, as thick as a mountain, was gripped by an invisible hand, stopping abruptly in mid-air, not even three feet from Shen Qingyuan's chest.

The light pillar trembled violently, emitting a groan of being unable to bear the load, and fine cracks appeared on its surface.

"Shatter."

Shen Qingyuan said the word lightly.

"Boom—"

The dark red light pillar exploded, turning into points of dark red light that dissipated across the sky.

A spiritual power storm swept in all directions, and the Void Realm within hundreds of miles completely collapsed, revealing a pitch-black Void Space!

The Ye Chen's pupils shrank, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He was sent flying by the rebounding force, flipping a dozen times in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground a hundred miles away!

"Rumble—"

The ground exploded, leaving a giant pit a hundred feet deep, with gravel flying and dust filling the air!

The Ye Chen lay at the bottom of the pit, his chest collapsed, ribs broken, and a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His face was as pale as paper, and his dark red eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Impossible... This is impossible..."

Shen Qingyuan stood in the Void Realm with his hands in his sleeves, looking lazy, his green robes motionless in the violent energy storm.

"Stop hiding things, let me see what good things Tiansha Abyss has."

The Ye Chen's face darkened.

He had lived for thousands of years, and he had always been the one looking down on others; when had he ever been spoken to in such a tone?

But at this moment, he couldn't even muster a shred of anger.

Because the young man in front of him indeed had the qualifications to say such things.

"Since you want to see, I will let you see enough!"

The Ye Chen gritted his teeth, enunciating every word, a flash of determination in his eyes.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and a dark red light suddenly lit up in his palm.

The light was as intense as blood, illuminating the entire sky!

An aura of extreme terror emanated from that light, like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, pressing down in all directions!

The space for a thousand miles around trembled violently; mountains, rivers, and city ruins all seemed to feel the destructive power within that aura, emitting groans of being unable to bear it.

In the distance, the three Saints turned pale, their figures retreating violently, and they fled another hundred miles before barely stabilizing.

"That... what is that?!"

Saint Lieyi's voice was trembling, his eyes wide, staring fixedly at the dark red light in the palm of the Ye Chen.

Saint Xutian took a deep breath, his cloudy old eyes filled with shock: "Imperial Weapon... that is the aura of an Imperial Weapon!"

Although Lingyuan did not speak, a flicker of deep fear flashed through her cold eyes.

An Imperial Weapon!

That was a supreme divine weapon that could only be forged by an Emperor-level powerhouse!

In the entire Cangxuan Great World, the number of Imperial Weapons could be counted on one hand; each one was held by the top forces and was a supreme treasure used to suppress Luck!

Tiansha Abyss actually had an Imperial Weapon?!

"No... it's not a complete Imperial Weapon."

Saint Xutian narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at the dark red light in the palm of the Ye Chen, his voice hoarse: "It's a broken Imperial Weapon. But even so, it is enough to destroy heaven and earth!"

The dark red light in the palm of the Ye Chen grew brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling, eventually turning into a pitch-black long saber.

The blade was three feet and seven inches long, the body of the blade was slender, the edge gleamed with a cold light, and a dark red gemstone the size of a fist was embedded in the hilt. Countless fine runes could be vaguely seen swimming slowly inside the gem, emitting an ancient, vicissitudinous aura.

The blade was covered in dense cracks, spreading like a spider web, clearly severely damaged.

But even so, the Imperial prestige emanating from the blade still caused the sky and earth to change color!

"This saber is named 'Shattering Heaven', it is the Imperial Weapon of an ancient Great Emperor."

The Ye Chen gripped the hilt, a flash of nostalgia in his narrow dark red eyes: "Over the years, I have used this saber to slay powerful enemies, which is how I gained my current illustrious reputation. Today, I will let you see it too!"

Before the words fell, he took a step!

His figure appeared in front of Shen Qingyuan like a ghost, and the Shattering Heaven saber slashed down directly!

This slash was fast to the extreme.