Severing the Ghost Emperor's Hand
Hehe!
Hua Qiang chuckled coldly twice.
"What you have is beneath my notice, and what I want you cannot give me, so there is only one outcome for you!"
Pfft!
With a swift stroke of his sword, Hua Qiang cleaved the Hun Wupo in two.
Hearing the negligible Slaughter Points transmitted into his mind, Hua Qiang remained unmoved.
He had become somewhat numb; to advance to the Immortal Emperor Realm, he needed a massive amount of Slaughter Points.
Hua Qiang looked up at the horizon, and for some reason, he felt a vague unease.
He reached out and grabbed Hun Wupo's Storage Ring. After examining it, Hua Qiang's lips curled into a slight smile.
Sure enough, Di's son had surplus grain; the contents of that place made him green with envy.
"You beast, how dare you kill my son! I will skin you alive, tear you apart, cut you into a thousand pieces, imprison your soul, and burn it in the fires of purgatory for 90,000 years!"
The dull, deafening roar, like the howl of an ancient beast, shook the entire valley.
The sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, collapsing into a huge, dark hole.
A giant hand covered in dark patterns slowly emerged from the deep black hole, its fingertips wreathed in eerie purple lightning, radiating a chilling pressure, and reached straight for Hua Qiang.
Hua Qiang felt a chill run down his spine; the aura emanating from that giant hand seemed capable of crushing his very soul.
"Oh no, run!"
He was terrified and dared not hesitate for a moment. He turned around abruptly, picked up Shiva Valos beside him, and ran wildly out of the valley.
With each step, deep footprints were left on the ground, raising clouds of dust.
"You beast, you still want to escape? This world has been sealed off by me. Where can you run to?"
Go to the Underworld and be buried with my son!
From the depths of the sky, a roar filled with anger and murderous intent rolled in like thunder, making Hua Qiang's eardrums ache.
Hua Qiang's heart sank, and he quickly spread his Spiritual Sense to sense his surroundings.
Sure enough, this place was like being shrouded by an invisible barrier, turning into a huge cage.
He tried to use his Spatial Divine Ability, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not use the spatial folding technique.
The opponent's realm is too high; with his current strength, he simply cannot break through this Heaven-Earth Cage.
"Damn it, we can't escape, so let's fight!"
Hua Qiang's eyes hardened, a resolute glint flashing in them.
He looked at Shiva Valos in his arms and said in a deep voice, "Valos, you enter my Small World first!"
Before Shiva Valos could react, a soft light flashed and he was taken into the Small World.
Hua Qiang stood still, gripping the Dao Sword tightly with both hands, desperately pouring the power within his body into the sword like a surging tide.
As if sensing the man's determination, the Dao Sword shone with golden light, its blade pulsating with golden light. A Sword Qi several dozen feet long, carrying World-destroying momentum, was poised to strike.
The giant hand in the air was incredibly fast, grabbing the top of his head in the blink of an eye.
Wherever the giant hand passed, the air was compressed and emitted a piercing shriek.
Hua Qiang roared and brandished the Dao Sword in his hand, slashing fiercely at the giant hand.
The Sword Qi, several dozen feet long, was like a golden Milky Way, tearing through the void and slashing towards the giant hand.
The giant hand seemed to sense the terrifying power of the Sword Qi energy, and its surface was instantly covered with a layer of shimmering, ghostly scales. Runes flowed on the scales, radiating a powerful defensive aura.
The Sword Qi collided with the giant hand, and in an instant, the world turned black.
A powerful shockwave spread wildly outwards from the point of impact, causing rocks to crumble and trees to be uprooted wherever it reached.
Although the golden sword Sword Qi was incredibly powerful, it was ultimately dispersed by the giant hand's scale armor.
Even the giant hand didn't fare well; its scales shattered, its surface riddled with holes and wounds, and blood gushed out like a waterfall from its wounds, staining half the sky red.
Hua Qiang's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the massive, scarred yet still menacing hand, a bitter taste rising in his throat.
He poured all his strength into the attack, yet it only left a small wound on the giant hand.
Although it was a bloody mess and looked very miserable, it didn't damage its bones or eggs.
The splattered blood droplets fell to the ground, instantly corroding large areas of charred pits. The air was filled with a nauseating, fishy stench—a manifestation of the overwhelming power of an Immortal Emperor, a power beyond the mortal realm.
"Immortal Emperor Realm... at least High-Rank Immortal Emperor!"
Hua Qiang felt a chill run down his spine.
Between the Immortal King Realm and Immortal Emperor, there are two major realms, and crossing each minor realm signifies an insurmountable gap in strength.
His fingertips unconsciously caressed the hilt of the Dao Sword, feeling the lingering resonance left on the blade from the intense vibrations.
If one can advance to the high-level Immortal Sovereign, with one's understanding of the sword and the laws, one might be able to fight against the sword.
But at this moment, his Slaughter Points was like a shallow stream, far from enough to support him in breaking through the shackles of his realm.
The immense pressure emanating from the giant hand caused the surrounding space to distort continuously, Hua Qiang's robes fluttered wildly, and his hair roots were almost torn off by the invisible force.
The desperate situation triggered the ferocity in his bones, and his eyes blazed with murderous intent.
He took a deep breath, and the Spiritual Power within his body surged wildly like a volcanic eruption. The True Fire of Life rushed through his meridians, refining every bit of power to a purer state.
The Dao Sword emitted a clear, dragon-like roar from his hand. Golden light and dark purple Law of Destruction flowed and intertwined within the patterns on the sword's blade, and a ball of Chaos light condensed at the tip of the sword.
"Cut!"
Hua Qiang roared, Dao Sword, imbued with power and the Law of Annihilation, unleashed its ultimate strike, like a lightning bolt tearing through space and time, slashing towards the giant hand.
With this sword strike, he incorporated his understanding of power and the Law of Destruction. Wherever it passed, space crumbled inch by inch, and countless black cracks appeared in the void, as if the world itself was being driven to its end by this power.
The master of the giant hand, Xianxin, also sensed the threat posed by the sword. A deep, angry roar came from the sky, making Hua Qiang's eardrums ache.
The giant hand was instantly covered with a layer of jet-black scales, from which billowing Black Mist overflowed. Wherever it touched, the grass withered instantly, and the rocks turned to dust.
The Black Mist surged toward Hua Qiang like a living thing, plunging everything in its path into darkness, as if the entire world had been swallowed up.
A layer of flames ignited around Hua Qiang, the crimson flames enveloping him like a suit of armor.
The Black Mist collided with the flames, producing a piercing "sizzle" sound, and thick white smoke rose up.
Holding the Dao Sword, Hua Qiang treads on raging flames, carving a path through the Black Mist as he rushes straight toward the giant hand.
When the Dao Sword collided with the giant hand covered in black scales again, the world erupted with a light even more dazzling than before.
The Law of Destruction clashed violently with the Law of Defense on the black scales, sparking countless fragments of the Law.
The golden light on the Dao Sword and the eerie glow of the black scales clashed and Strangulation. Hua Qiang could clearly feel his Spiritual Power rapidly draining away, but he gritted his teeth and continued to pour his power into the sword.
"Snap!"
With a crisp sound, the Dao Sword finally broke through the black scale armor's defense, its sharp blade slicing into the giant hand as easily as cutting tofu.
The giant hand's owner let out a shrill scream, the intense pain slowing its movements.
Hua Qiang seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, flipped his wrist, and slashed with the Dao Sword.
With a deafening roar, the giant hand was severed in half, blood gushing out like a fountain from the cut. The severed half of the giant hand crashed to the ground, creating a bottomless crater.