Black Turtle? Void Handprint Crushes to Death

"Do you think you can escape just by wearing a turtle shell?"

Li Qingxu's icy voice rang out.

His pace was unhurried and calm, not even triggering a sonic boom.

Yet with every step he took, the surrounding scenery seemed to retreat behind him, as if he were using the Taoist art of shrinking the earth into an inch.

That black battle suit on the guy must be the Black God Set.

Otherwise, given his punching power, he would have shattered that long sword; there was no reason he shouldn't have been able to blast the guy's physical body to pieces.

Wu Tutian had clearly realized this as well, charging through the reinforced concrete city like a wounded beast.

Towering buildings collapsed with a roar, stone walls rained down like a downpour, and countless hordes of monsters roared and stampeded in a frenzy.

Yet Li Qingxu seemed to have locked onto him, his figure unhurried, yet trailing exactly ten meters behind him.

The main urban area of City 026 was blanketed in a thick layer of dust, making it impossible to see exactly what was happening within.

Other martial artist squads hunting monsters in the area were fleeing the main district one after another.

Although they didn't know exactly what was going on, the sheer size of the monster horde was enough to make their hearts palpitate at a single glance.

Staying here had only one outcome: death.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have come."

Wu Tutian felt nothing but regret as he fled; all for the sake of a council member's nephew, he had ended up provoking such a freak, and he felt like dying.

Just as he burst out from a high-rise building and appeared on a street teeming with monsters:

"Hum."

Suddenly, the void above his head trembled as if it were about to shatter!

"This is!"

Wu Tutian glanced up, his eyes nearly splitting from their sockets.

A massive black hand descended, blotting out the sky!

"Roar!"

The monsters on the street seemed to sense the scent of death and shrieked in a frenzy.

"Splat!"

As an intermediate War God, Wu Tutian was incredibly fast, but he was still struck.

He, along with the surrounding monsters, was slammed into the concrete road.

"Bang!"

Beast blood sprayed from the ground like a waterfall, staining everything nearby a deep crimson.

A breath later, the black hand dissipated.

On the ground, a massive palm-shaped crater several meters deep had been formed.

High above the street, Li Qingxu's figure emerged, standing upon the void.

"Cough, cough... spare... spare me."

In the depths of the palm-shaped crater, a red-clad figure lay in a sprawl, gasping for breath with a weak voice.

That was a secret technique no human should be able to execute; the black palm that appeared out of thin air hadn't even given him a chance to resist.

The moment of impact was all it took for Wu Tutian to know he was finished.

That terrifying power had slammed him into the ground without the slightest hesitation, as if he were nothing more than an ant.

If not for the defensive capabilities of the Black God Set, he would be no different from the minced meat of the monsters around him.

Relying on the Black God Set, Wu Tutian had once raided the nests of King-level monsters and even taken two hits, yet he had been able to withstand them and escape.

But...

Wu Tutian had never been this pathetic, nor had he ever been so close to death.

The power of that black palm was worlds apart from the power of the golden fist from before.

"Heh, spare you?"

Li Qingxu chuckled softly.

Why was this guy just like that white martial artist, begging for mercy the moment he realized he couldn't win? Did he think that because he looked young, he would be easy to talk to?

Setting aside the fact that this guy had ambushed him from behind, the mere act of that kick was enough for Li Qingxu to have already issued his death warrant in his heart.

You can try to crush me with your strength, but you actually resorted to such a dirty, underhanded move as a kick to the crotch.

And now you say you don't want to die, that you want to live?

"Hum!"

Li Qingxu shifted his consciousness, and the source of divine power within his Bitter Sea surged forth.

A black hand solidified from the void once more, then descended, blotting out the sky!

BOOM!

The five-meter-deep giant palm print on the street sank another four meters.

However, no sooner had this black hand dissipated than another descended in its wake.

While the Black God Set offered formidable protection, its effectiveness against pure gravitational attacks was significantly lower.

The Void Great Hand Seal, unleashed eight times in succession—let alone Wu Tutian, an intermediate War God clad in a Black God Set—would have left even a first-tier planetary powerhouse severely crippled, if not dead, had they tried to tank it with their physical body alone.

"Hoo."

Li Qingxu exhaled softly. His Bitter Sea calmed, the golden light across his body faded, and he descended naturally into the massive hand-shaped crater.

Executing the weakened version of the Void Great Hand Seal eight times in a row had left him with a sense of divine power depletion.

This was the first time he had felt such a sensation since he first opened his Bitter Sea.

If he were to unleash the full version of the Void Great Hand Seal, his current reserves of divine power wouldn't even be enough to sustain it.

That was a killing technique from the Void Emperor Scripture; once the complete Void Great Hand Seal was unleashed, it would carry the Great Dao of the Void, reducing everything to nothingness, twisting space itself, and causing the very heavens and earth to sink.

"The defense of this Black God Set is truly something."

Looking at the black, arm-guard-like object embedded in the soil, Li Qingxu remarked with a glint of admiration in his eyes before picking it up.

Beside it lay nothing but a puddle of bloody pulp.

With the augmentation of the Black God Set, combined with the innate durability of his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, he could confidently say that he could take attacks from ordinary planetary-level beings with ease.

Li Qingxu leaped out of the deep crater and returned to the street.

"Since you don't want to leave, then don't."

Li Qingxu gazed toward the end of the street, where a pair of scarlet eyes watched him from behind a shroud of thick dust and fog.

"ROAR!"

A bestial roar erupted, scattering the dust and fog.

A black bear, eight meters tall and pitch-black all over, stood on its hind legs, its scarlet eyes burning with the desire to feed.

It had been lurking nearly a thousand meters away, watching with predatory intent.

"So fond of peeking?"

The moment his voice fell, Li Qingxu took a step forward, his figure transforming into a streak of golden light as he charged toward the black bear.

His golden fist, vibrating like the hammer of Thor, struck the black bear's chest with pinpoint precision.

THUD!

It sounded like a wrapped watermelon bursting open.

The center of the giant beast's chest caved in by thirty centimeters, while a ten-centimeter bulge protruded from its back.

BANG!

The massive black bear collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Didn't you know? I don't eat bear paws."

As his voice faded, Li Qingxu's figure vanished into the dense haze of dust.

The bright moon hung high, and the main urban area of City 026 was deathly silent, as if not a single monster existed there.

On the rooftop of a relatively intact skyscraper, Li Qingxu sat cross-legged.

Following the battle, the cells within his Sacred Body were even more active.

As he drew in strands of cosmic energy, his cells devoured them ravenously, generating massive amounts of vital essence.

Within his Bitter Sea, the Dao Scripture chanted, the Life Spring at its center gushed, and the source of his divine power boiled.

Golden waves surged to the heavens from the Bitter Sea, divine radiance shimmered, and thunder rumbled.