A Single Palm Strike, Ten Emperors Gravely Wounded
"Click—"
A sharp crack ripped through the silence, and cracks spread across the surface of the Spatial Prison like a spider web in an instant.
As the Immortal Emperor Hong Mao looked at the golden crack that pierced through the protective shield, a metallic taste rose in his throat.
Dozens of Immortal General led their heavenly soldiers, clinging desperately to the edge of the broken barrier, like drowning people grasping at their last straw.
They knew that the moment the defenses completely collapsed, the ten Immortal Emperors' long-prepared killing moves would turn into a meat grinder, crushing everyone into dust.
As expected, excruciating pain struck.
As the protective shield dissipated in countless streams of light, a warm and gentle Spiritual Power washed over everyone like a tide.
Immortal Emperor Hong Mao opened his eyes in disbelief, only to see a young man in a moon-white robe standing with his hands behind his back in the void.
He was surrounded by silver light that smoothed the Spatial Ripple, and the ends of his hair, adorned with stardust, swayed gently with his movements, like a galaxy cascading down to earth.
Those who had been attacking with fierce immortal magic suddenly froze ten feet away from the youth, turning into fireflies surrounding him, just like subjects of a king.
"Master! Master has arrived!" Immortal Emperor Hong Mao's voice was choked with sobs, and beads of sweat seeped from the gaps in his armor, dripping from his trembling fingertips.
He never imagined that he would actually receive a savior at this critical moment.
The other celestial soldiers Immortal General were taken aback at first, then erupted in earth-shattering cheers.
"Long live the Heavenly Emperor! May Heavenly Emperor Majesty live as long as Heaven itself, and be as old as Heaven!"
Amidst the rising and falling shouts, some were so excited that tears streamed down their faces, while others gripped their weapons and roared to the sky, as if to release all the pent-up fear they had just suppressed.
Hua Qiang's lips twitched involuntarily a few times.
He had arrived at the battlefield concealed half an hour earlier and witnessed the entire process of the Spatial Prison going from solid to broken.
Looking at the excited crowd before him, he secretly circulated his Spiritual Power, quietly absorbing the Faith Power contained in their shouts into his body.
This power of heartfelt faith is far more effective at tempering the soul than any Immortal Pill.
Hua Qiang raised his right hand, and his immense Spiritual Power formed an invisible barrier, instantly suppressing all sounds.
He turned to look at the crowd behind him, the moonlight casting a cold, silvery glow on his young face.
"Xing Ming has ruled the Immortal Realm for ten thousand years, turning this place into rotten wood, and you..."
His gaze swept over the blood-stained armor of the Immortal Emperor Hong Mao, and landed on a soldier who was trembling with fear but still gripping his spear tightly.
"You managed to withstand the pressure from the Ten Immortal Emperor until the very end, and you did not disappoint me."
As soon as the words were spoken, a cold laugh suddenly came from the void.
Thunder roared around the Battle Axe Immortal Emperor, and purple light split the clouds in two. "A mere brat dares to call himself Heavenly Emperor?"
"We haven't even finished cleaning up the remnants of Xing Ming's faction, and now this damned brat has popped up!"
The other Immortal Emperor unleashed their Natal Artifact, causing the heavens and earth to change color and the sun and moon to lose their light.
Hua Qiang remained calm and composed, his fingertips tracing patterns in the air, a silver talisman appearing and disappearing.
He watched as the ten Immortal Emperor gathered their attacks, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"You think you can defeat me just because you outnumber me?"
"Have you been confined to your own little world for too long, developing a frog-in-a-well mentality?"
"Let me show you the methods of this Emperor!"
As he finished speaking, the talisman in his palm burst forth with an extremely dazzling light, like a newly born blazing sun.
Within that light, it seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the universe; the flowing patterns of the symbols seemed to be writing ancient secrets that transcend life and death.
The attack, which had been suspended in mid-air, was suddenly infused with life under the glow of the runes, and its direction changed in an instant.
These attacks, imbued with ten times the pressure, surged towards the ten Immortal Emperor like a raging torrent.
Wherever the oppressive force passed, space crumbled inch by inch, revealing pitch-black Space-time Rift from which wisps of spatial turbulence surged forth, tearing everything around them apart.
The ten Immortal Emperor stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief, their hearts utterly shocked.
"How is this possible!"
They never expected that their all-out attack would be so easily controlled by the opponent, who would then turn the tables on them and increase the power of the attack several times over.
For a moment, the ten Immortal Emperors were in a flurry of activity.
Some formed hand seals, attempting to use defensive techniques to resist.
Some dodged quickly, leaving behind fleeting afterimages in the void.
Others unleashed their Natal Artifact, attempting to use their power to resist this terrifying attack.
However, the attack, which contained ten times the pressure, was too powerful, and their resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of it.
The collision of energies was like the Chaos explosion at the beginning of the universe, with a deafening roar and aftershocks sweeping in all directions.
The dazzling light illuminated the entire sky, and wherever the energy storm went, floating immortal mountains were leveled and Spirit Vein were completely destroyed.
When the energy of this attack was finally dissipated, the ten Immortal Emperor looked extremely disheveled.
Their bodies were swaying precariously, some with blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and others breathing heavily and erratically.
The empresses were completely disheveled; their once meticulously styled long hair was now as messy as weeds, flying wildly in the wind, and their clothes were tattered and torn, no longer possessing their former ethereal beauty.
Hua Qiang looked down at the disheveled state of these people, a slight smirk on his lips, his eyes full of disdain.
He slowly raised his hand and struck out with a palm towards the ten Immortal Emperors.
In an instant, the void trembled, and endless Power of Stars, as if drawn by an invisible hand, converged wildly.
An enormous hand, formed from the Power of Stars, slowly appeared in the void.
The moment this palm appeared, the Spiritual Qi within a million square kilometers was instantly drained away as if swallowed whole, leaving the world in complete silence.
The space itself was a solidified entity, like a huge block of ice, making it extremely difficult for the ten Immortal Emperors to move around.
Every movement they made was like struggling in a viscous liquid, expending enormous strength.
Moreover, they felt that time was also being controlled by a mysterious force, becoming extremely slow, and everything around them seemed to be in slow motion.
The ten Immortal Emperors' expressions changed drastically, and a deep sense of fear welled up in their hearts.
They wanted to resist, to unleash powerful moves to defend against the terrifying giant hand. However, in this controlled spacetime, their power seemed to be sealed, making it extremely difficult to unleash each move.
At that moment, they were utterly devastated, and a strong urge to turn and run away surged within them.
However, before they could make a move, the giant hand emanating from the Power of Stars slammed down.
Wherever the giant hand passed, space collapsed once more, and the Time-space Law were like child's play before it.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the giant palm slammed down on the ten Immortal Emperors.
A terrifying power erupted instantly, and the bodies of the ten Immortal Emperors were slammed into the earth below like kites with broken strings. Dust billowed up, and the earth cracked open, creating huge ravines. The land within a radius of tens of thousands of square kilometers trembled violently.
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the ten Immortal Emperor lay amidst the ruins, each one wounded.
Their breaths were faint, their life force flickering on the verge of extinction. Gazing at the divine figure in the sky, their hearts were filled with regret and despair.