Qian Ye Makes His Move! Fingertip Annihilation of the Buddha Wrath Tang Lotus!!

On the ramparts of Jialing Pass, the wrinkled face of Golden Crocodile Douluo lost all its color for the first time.

The soul power within his body wailed, and his martial soul trembled.

It was a fear born from the instinct of life, the despair of an ant looking up at a natural disaster.

"It's over..."

The various elders beside him all looked ashen.

In the face of this power, their proud soul power of over ninety levels was nothing but a joke.

They couldn't even summon the thought of resistance.

High above in the sky, Qian Renxue bore the brunt of the attack.

The torrent of destruction rushed toward her, and her brilliant golden hair whipped wildly in the gale.

"Sun Holy Sword!"

With a sharp cry, she poured all her Angelic divine power into the holy sword in her hand.

The ultimate True Sun Fire erupted, transforming into a massive golden curtain of light to shield her.

However, the moment the light of withering touched the curtain, the True Sun Fire began to annihilate!

Qian Renxue let out a muffled groan, her divine body shaking violently.

She could feel it; she could not block this.

At most, she could only preserve herself in this catastrophe.

But Jialing Pass behind her, the Martial Soul Hall army behind her, and all the elders behind her... would all be reduced to dust under this single blow!

Her magnificent golden battle dress clung tightly to her body, outlining breathtaking curves, and her straight, slender legs tensed, releasing divine power while also revealing a trace of helpless trembling.

In her golden eyes, for the first time, an emotion called despair emerged.

Could it be that the thousand-year foundation of Martial Soul Hall is truly to be destroyed at my hands today?

Unlike the deathly silence on the side of Martial Soul Hall, the coalition camp had already erupted in a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring frenzy of joy.

"We won!"

Ma Hongjun was so excited his face turned beet red, his stout body trembling.

"Third Brother is mighty! Once the divine artifact appears, who can compete!"

Dai Mubai's evil eyes shone with brilliance, his tightly clenched fists turning white from excitement.

"It's over."

"From today on, this continent will be ruled by us Shrek!"

Oscar and Ning Rongrong embraced tightly, their faces overflowing with the joy of victory.

Yu Xiaogang stood in the rear, pushed up his glasses, and a gratified smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Little San, you truly did not disappoint me.

Martial Soul Hall, this mountain that has pressed down on the heads of all soul masters, is finally about to be leveled!

Inside Jialing Pass, in that secluded courtyard.

The destructive energy outside, capable of tearing the sky and overturning the earth, seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier.

Here, it remained as tranquil as ever.

Qian Ye held a teacup, about to bring it to his lips.

His movements paused slightly.

Those eyes, calm as an ancient well, rippled with a hint of disturbance for the first time.

He slowly raised his eyes, looking toward the direction of the sky.

His brows furrowed, almost imperceptibly.

A bit noisy.

He set down the teacup.

Then, toward the center of the destructive storm, he casually extended a single finger.

He tapped it lightly.

There was no divine light, no soul power, and not even any energy fluctuation.

It was just like a mortal brushing a speck of dust off their sleeve.

However, the moment his fingertip tapped out.

An invisible, intangible sword intent, one that stood above all things, crossed the barriers of space and pierced through the shackles of time, descending upon the battlefield in an instant.

The next moment.

The entire world fell silent.

That light of withering capable of destroying everything, those spatial rifts tearing the heavens and earth asunder, that violent turbulence of laws, that terrifying aura that made souls tremble...

Everything, it all vanished.

It was not neutralized, nor was it defeated.

It was... erased.

Erased cleanly from this world, leaving not a single trace behind.

The sky returned to a state of clarity.

The gale turned gentle and warm.

It was as if the cataclysm that had just occurred was nothing more than an absurd, fleeting dream.

In the courtyard, Qian Ye withdrew his finger.

He picked up the cup of tea that still held its warmth, brought it to his lips, and took a light sip.

His expression was indifferent, calm and detached as the clouds.

Before Jialing Pass.

The fanatical smile had yet to fade from Tang San's face.

He was preparing to savor the scene of Qian Renxue turning into ashes amidst her despair.

"Qian Renxue, look closely!"

His voice rang out across the heavens.

"This is the power of the Heavenly Dao! Today, Jialing Pass shall fall, and Martial Soul Hall shall be destroyed!"

On the side of Martial Soul Hall, everyone closed their eyes, waiting for death to descend.

However.

One second passed.

Three seconds passed.

The destruction they had anticipated was slow to arrive.

"Hm?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his eyes in confusion.

Then, he froze completely.

The scene before him made him think he was hallucinating.

The winds were calm, the sky was clear for ten thousand miles.

Where was that world-ending lotus?

Everyone was stunned, looking at one another in bewilderment.

"Could it be... that the Young Lady stepped in to block it?" one of the elders asked with a trembling voice.

But soon, they dismissed the thought.

They knew Qian Renxue's strength, and they knew the power of that lotus.

It was absolutely impossible for Qian Renxue to have neutralized that strike so silently.

High in the sky, Qian Renxue herself was filled with astonishment.

She knew better than anyone what had just happened.

At the very moment she was prepared to fight to the death, a power she could not comprehend intervened.

That power was not divine, yet it was purer and more... supreme than any divine power.

She sensed the source of a faint fluctuation.

Her gaze instantly shifted toward the city of Jialing Pass, to the secluded courtyard she had personally arranged for that man.

Was it him?

A monstrous wave surged in Qian Renxue's heart.

Master?

What kind of method did he use?

"Impossible!"

A roar filled with rage and suspicion pulled everyone's thoughts back.

Tang San's complexion was ugly to the extreme, his features somewhat twisted.

"My Buddha Wrath Tang Lotus! How could it just disappear?!"

His Sea God divine sense swept out frantically, also capturing the source of that abnormal fluctuation.

He refused to believe it!

"Stop playing god!"

Tang San's face twisted into a snarl as he channeled his divine power once more.

This time, three dark golden lotuses manifested simultaneously in his palms!

"I don't care what kind of thing you are!"

"In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are futile!"

He roared, hurling the three Buddha Wrath Tang Lotuses forward with all his might!

The three lotuses flew in a triangular formation, aimed directly at the courtyard where Qian Ye resided!

He intended to blast that entire area, along with the skulking entity hidden within, into nothingness!

Tang San was supremely confident; if three divine lotuses were detonated at once, even a God King would not dare to take the hit head-on!

The aura of withering and finality once again shrouded the heavens and the earth.

However, just as the lotuses were about to reach the sky above the courtyard and bloom, the moment arrived.

A bizarre scene unfolded once again.

The three lotuses, as if wiped away by an invisible hand out of thin air, vanished without a trace once more.

Not even a single ripple was stirred.

"..."

The expression on Tang San's face froze.

Rage, ferocity, confidence... all these emotions dissolved into a blank void.

What was happening?

He was stunned.

If the first time could be called an accident, or some special method employed by the opponent.

Then what about this second time?

Three lotuses, erased simultaneously!

This had already exceeded the boundaries of his comprehension!