Barehanded Catch Saint Weapon

The Dao Palace Realm stands above the Divine Bridge Realm; even some of the top prodigies of this era have yet to reach it.

At this moment, many young cultivators were shocked.

"As expected of Goddess Mingyue, she has actually stepped into the Dao Palace Realm!"

"Heh... without a doubt, this Forbidden Son is dead for sure!"

"That's right, clearly a waste, yet he still dares to come seeking death!"

Voices rose from all around, their gazes toward Ye Ming filled with contempt.

At this moment, Ye Ming stood in the heavens, his expression calm.

"So this is the Dao Palace Realm? It doesn't feel like much—not even as strong as the Heavenly Tribulation I went through last time!"

Ye Ming's voice was flat as he watched the incoming attack.

Boom!

Black hair fluttered like ink in the wind. Ye Ming stood in the heavens, the aura of the Primordial Demonic Body erupting. His form was wrapped in dazzling Demonic Flames, like a Chaos Demonic God, his presence climbing steadily. His blood began to boil, Blood Qi shattering the cosmos, rolling like thunder.

"Kill!"

Ye Ming's aura exploded fully. Though he was in the Divine Bridge Realm, his presence at this moment was in no way weaker than Liu Mingyue's in the Dao Realm.

He clenched his five fingers into a fist, forming a Fist Seal, and punched out. Boundless radiance surged, Demonic Light covering ten thousand miles, tearing through the void with overwhelming momentum as it blasted toward Liu Mingyue.

The void trembled, the earth quaked.

Boom!

A tremendous collision rang out, endless ripples spreading through the surrounding space, dust flying into the air.

Each had struck once, but then a shocking scene unfolded. Demonic Flames blazed up, the void caught fire, and Ye Ming's Fist Seal shattered Liu Mingyue's attack, forcing her to retreat.

"Impossible..."

"Strange, forget that his realm is growing so fast—how can he, at mere Divine Bridge Realm, actually repel Saintess Mingyue?"

"Could this Forbidden Son have been hiding his strength all along?"

Watching this, some sensed something wrong. They saw that Ye Ming's current realm was only the Divine Bridge Realm, yet he was fighting across realms and had driven back Liu Mingyue, one of the era's prodigies, with a single punch. The gap between the Divine Bridge Realm and the Dao Realm was enormous, let alone for the crowd of prodigies who were used to seeing Ye Ming as a waste.

At this moment, across Heaven and Earth, countless cultivators were filled with doubt.

"Heh, so this is your strength? Not much after all!"

Ye Ming stood in the heavens, looking at Liu Mingyue with a cold smirk.

"Hmph! It seems all the rumors about you were false!"

Liu Mingyue's delicate features were clear; her phoenix eyes fixed on Ye Ming, a hint of seriousness appearing in her gaze.

For some reason, just now, Liu Mingyue had felt a pressure from Ye Ming.

Her Cold Spirit Physique, though not among the world's Ten Supreme Physiques, could still rank among the top three thousand physiques.

That pressure just now—Liu Mingyue had only felt it from a monstrous prodigy with a Supreme Physique, one who possessed the Divine King Body, ranked among the ten great physiques.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible!!!"

"Let me see what your true physique really is!"

At this moment, Liu Mingyue's aura grew even stronger.

Her delicate body shimmered with radiance, light reflecting off her like a mirror. Strands of immortal light swirled around her, with mountains, rivers, seas, sun, moon, and stars manifesting and orbiting her form, like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world, peerlessly graceful.

This was an extremely powerful Dao technique from the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, called the Flying Immortal Secret Canon. Once unleashed, combined with Liu Mingyue's Cold Spirit Physique, it could amplify her original strength by dozens of times.

"Die! Pay with your life for my entire Liu Family!"

Her voice was ice-cold, radiating endless chill. A Saint Weapon inscribed with Dao Patterns appeared in Liu Mingyue's hand, slashing toward Lin Feng. Sword light rippled, and a massive rift tore open in the void, razor-sharp.

"Hiss! Isn't that a secret technique of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land? I've heard that throughout endless ages, hardly anyone in the Flying Immortal Sacred Land could master it!"

"The Flying Immortal Secret Canon—this old man has heard of it too, immensely powerful. Who would have thought someone actually succeeded in cultivating it!"

At this moment, older cultivators nearby were shocked. Liu Mingyue's realm was already far above Ye Ming's, and with the power boost from the Flying Immortal Secret Canon, even cross-realm combat had its limits.

"It seems the outcome is already decided. The question is whether Saintess Mingyue dares to actually kill this Forbidden Son of the Boundless Forbidden Zone."

Someone sighed, believing Ye Ming no longer had the strength to fight Liu Mingyue—the gap was too vast.

Long Hao, the Holy Son of the Ten Directions Sacred Hall, was sneering coldly.

"Heh, a waste is a waste. That was just Mingyue being careless. This time, he's dead for sure!"

At this moment, across Heaven and Earth, all eyes were fixed on Ye Ming, waiting to see how he would handle Liu Mingyue's strike.

"Kill me? With this little strength of yours, it's not enough!"

His voice was calm. His black robe fluttered in the wind as he stood in the heavens, watching the sword strike from Liu Mingyue. Ye Ming's gaze remained indifferent as he extended two fingers, white as jade.

The many cultivators watching this were baffled.

"Is this Forbidden Son scared stupid? What is he trying to do?"

"Uh... he's not actually trying to catch Saintess Mingyue's sword with his bare hands, is he?"

"Heh, I've never seen anyone this arrogant. Who does he think he is—the Primordial Ancient Sacred Body, with an unmatched physical form?"

Voices jeered, their gazes dripping with contempt. Among all the physiques in the world, only two of the Ten Supreme Physiques—the Primordial Ancient Sacred Body and the Heavenly Hegemon Body—boasted flesh strong enough to catch a Dao weapon barehanded.

In the eyes of the countless cultivators present, Ye Ming clearly possessed no such physique.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sword radiance surged like a river, tearing through the void. Space trembled violently, on the verge of collapse. The sharpness sent chills down every spine. Even the top prodigies present, watching Liu Mingyue's strike, admitted to themselves that it would be difficult to withstand.

But at this very moment, the waste they all looked down upon—Ye Ming—dared to try catching it with his bare hands.

"Heh. Since you're so eager to die, I'll send you on your way."

Liu Mingyue's beautiful eyes turned icy cold. In her mind, she could already see the outcome: Ye Ming, the one who had slaughtered her entire Liu Family, lying dead with his head severed from his body.

The sword descended.

Clang!

A metallic clash rang out. Light burst in all directions. Spiritual energy raged wildly. The void shuddered violently.

Two fingers—ordinary, unremarkable—but at this moment, they firmly clamped down on Liu Mingyue's ultimate strike. This was a Saint Weapon!!!

"Hiss!!!"

"Am I seeing things?!"

"Is my vision playing tricks on me?!"

One shocked voice after another erupted. Heaven and Earth fell silent. Countless cultivators felt their hairs stand on end, their hearts frozen with dread, their expressions blank as they stared at the scene, utterly stunned into dead silence.