256: Chapter 256 Even Quasi-Emperors Can Be Suppressed?

Quasi-Emperor naturally did not care about the reactions of the crowd. He turned his head to look at Shen Qingyuan, who was standing beside the emperors blood, and sneered with a hoarse voice, "Kid, obediently offer up the emperors blood, and Old Ancestor will spare your life!"

Shen Qingyuan tilted his head to look at Quasi-Emperor, "I wondered who it was, turns out it is just an old man with half a foot in the grave."

His tone was flat, carrying a touch of nonchalance: "Why are you not lying in your coffin, running out here to join in the fun?"

Once these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.

Quasi-Emperor's footsteps paused in mid-air, and those cloudy eyes, where the pupils were barely visible, turned slightly and landed on Shen Qingyuan.

He sized him up for a few seconds, and a faint sneer pulled at the corner of his mouth: "Little doll, which family's descendant are you, daring to speak to this old man like this?"

Shen Qingyuan still had his hands tucked in his sleeves, not even changing his posture: "Shen Family, Shen Qingyuan."

Quasi-Emperor frowned slightly, as if searching his mind for what kind of power this "Shen Family" was.

A moment later, he shook his head, clearly having found no answer.

He no longer looked at Shen Qingyuan, but instead cast his gaze back toward the drop of emperors blood: "No matter whose family you are from, today this emperors blood is something this old man is determined to have. If you are sensible, step back yourself. I will consider your youth and not hold it against you."

Before the words had faded, he moved.

A withered palm reached out from his wide sleeve, and as his five fingers clenched slightly, the space around that palm began to twist, emitting the sound of fine cracks.

This clench was not aimed at Shen Qingyuan, but directly grabbed toward the emperors blood suspended in mid-air!

The red-gold light around the emperors blood surged violently, as if sensing the approach of that Quasi-Emperor Realm power, instinctively bursting out a circle of scorching golden light, wanting to repel this withered palm.

But Quasi-Emperor's fingertips actually pierced through that layer of golden light barrier, heading straight for the emperors blood!

"Hum—"

A burst of blinding golden light and dark grey light intertwined and collided, and the ground of the entire ruin cracked open in that instant, with crushed ice and scorched earth splashing several feet high.

Those Cultivators who were closer were shaken back repeatedly by the aftermath of the collision, and those with slightly weaker cultivation spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Just at the moment when that withered finger was about to touch the surface of the emperors blood, a lazy voice sounded slowly: "Did I let you touch it?"

At the same time, a hand reached over from the side.

Slender and fair, five fingers spread, pressing down unhurriedly.

That withered Quasi-Emperor palm hit an invisible copper wall and iron barrier, and it suddenly stalled.

The smile on Quasi-Emperor's face suddenly froze. In those cloudy eyes, a trace of astonishment flashed for the first time. The spiritual energy in his palm seemed to be completely cut off by an invisible high wall, and the Quasi-Emperor's might that was crazily surging a moment ago now disappeared without a trace, as if it were a clay ox entering the sea.

The next instant—

A power so immense it was hard to imagine poured down from that slender palm.

That power was like the sky collapsing. Above the entire Beiming City, it seemed as if an invisible giant curtain had suddenly pressed down, and even the air was squeezed to the point of making fine explosions at that moment.

Quasi-Emperor's body of a Quasi-Emperor stiffened in place, and the wrinkles around his eye sockets tightened.

His palm power shattered and collapsed like thin ice, from his fingertips to his wrist to his entire right arm, all the surging spiritual energy was crushed, evaporated, and annihilated, not even a trace remaining.

"Pfft—"

A dull cracking sound came from the depths of those withered palm bones. The Quasi-Emperor's arm began to bend backward at a very unnatural angle, as if an invisible giant hand was forcing it back.

The composure on Quasi-Emperor's face finally faded away completely, replaced by an expression mixed with astonishment and confusion.

He wanted to withdraw and retreat, but found that his body was firmly pressed by an invisible force.

It was like an invisible mountain pressing on his shoulders, back, and knees, making him unable to move even a little finger.

"You..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the sound only spat out one word before being blocked back by that mountain-like pressure.

Shen Qingyuan's hand did not continue to press down, but it did not withdraw either.

He just maintained the posture of his palm half-hanging, looking down at this Quasi-Emperor who had crawled out of a coffin: "Old thing, if you don't have the skill, don't learn from others to come and rob things!"

In the ruins, hundreds of Cultivators looked up at this scene, silent.

"This... how is this possible?"

Grey-Robed Elder muttered to himself, his voice dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief.

Among the crowd, many Saint King Realm experts also widened their eyes.

"That is a Quasi-Emperor... Quasi-Emperor is a Quasi-Emperor!"

"Could this Venerable Qingyuan... be an Emperor? But... how can there be such a young Emperor in this world?"

"Emperor... for ten thousand years, the imperial path has been severed, and there has not been an Emperor in the world!"

"But if he is not an Emperor, how could he suppress Quasi-Emperor so easily?"

And in mid-air, Quasi-Emperor finally moved.

He gritted his teeth, his grey-white long hair dancing in the strong wind, his clothes rustling, but he could never straighten his back.

"You... who exactly are you?!"

He finally squeezed out a complete sentence, every word seeming to be chiseled out from between his teeth, carrying an irrepressible bloody aura.

Before the words had faded, he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed out, turning into three dark red blood talismans that exploded in mid-air!

The Quasi-Emperor power surging from his body suddenly soared and surged wildly.

His bent back suddenly straightened for an instant, and the space within several feet around his body twisted violently.

"Break for me!"

Quasi-Emperor hissed and roared, both arms coming out, ten fingers forming claws, wrapping that soaring Quasi-Emperor power and covering Shen Qingyuan's head!

This strike carried the bloodiness and rudeness of ten thousand years ago, carrying the fierce Killing Intent he had killed his way out of from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, condensing his most ferocious killing move in this claw.

Wherever it passed, the Void Realm shattered like thin ice, and those scorched earth ruins were flipped to both sides by this Killing Intent.

However, Shen Qingyuan did not even lift his second hand.

He just gently flipped the palm that was hanging over Quasi-Emperor's head, moving casually.

"Crack."

A very light and crisp sound exploded from the tips of those ten withered fingers, from the finger bones to the palm bones to the wrist bones, as if an invisible giant mouth was gnawing at his source of power.

Quasi-Emperor's body trembled violently, and horror appeared in those cloudy eyes for the first time.

His trump card killing move not only failed to overturn that layer of invisible suppression, but instead hit an invisible copper wall and iron barrier, and his entire arm cracked from his fingertips to his shoulder blade, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

"You... Emperor?!"

Quasi-Emperor finally shouted those two words, his voice hoarse and trembling.

Around the ruins of Beiming City, those Cultivators who were originally whispering in low voices all fell silent the moment these two words exploded.