Even with a Chariot of My Son in One Hand, I Am Invincible in This World!

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

On the training grounds, the silence was so profound that a needle drop could be heard. Everyone stood frozen on the spot.

In the Sky Screen's projection, the black-robed youth named Ye Qingyu was covered in blood, his white hair like snow.

He stood upon a Taiji Dao Diagram, behind him the Kunpeng Dharma Image slowly dissipating.

In his hand, he still held the severed arm belonging to the True Immortal An Cangtian, his hair flying wildly, like a demon god descending.

A mortal body slaying an immortal!

A supreme realm powerhouse striking against a True Immortal!

The impact of this scene on the Douluo Continent was even more violent than the previous moment when the God of Destruction was instantly killed.

"Gulp."

After a long pause, Dai Mubai was the first to snap back to reality, unable to help but swallow.

He looked at the blood-soaked black-robed youth in the Sky Screen, who still stood unmoving like a mountain, his body trembling uncontrollably:

"This... is this the kind of battle that happens in that world?"

"Tearing apart the sky, shattering stars."

"And he did this just for a single sentence from his master, even willing to destroy his own six-thousand-year cultivation foundation!"

"Madmen, all of them are madmen!"

Seeing this, Oscar beside him also felt his throat bob. He looked at Dai Mubai and stammered:

"Brother Dai, is that Ye Qingyu really just a mortal body?"

"How can a mortal body be so strong? And grow wings to fly so high?"

"If he's a mortal, then what are we, who have Martial Souls, even top-tier Martial Souls, considered? Cripples?"

This blow was a thousand times heavier than seeing the God of Destruction snatched away earlier!

Because Ye Qingyu had shown them with his actions that in that world, even the most ordinary mortal, as long as they were willing to fight desperately and possessed great perseverance, could defy the heavens, slay immortals, and trample the so-called gods underfoot!

And amidst the crowd, Tang San's expression was turbulent.

He stared intently at the Sky Screen, not joining the discussion, only murmuring:

"Cultivating a sword for six thousand years, only for a single burst of power..."

"This method of cultivation and this kind of resolve are simply unheard of!"

Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but take a deep breath, secretly comparing himself:

"If it were me, for a single sentence from my teacher, for that so-called theory, would I go this far?"

Then, his gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang, who was slumped on the ground with a dazed expression, and a cold smile curved his lips:

"Heh, absolutely not!"

"If I had to ruin my future for this useless teacher, I wouldn't only refuse, I'd unhesitatingly hit him with a Pear Blossom Needle in Rainstorm and use Yama's Invitation to dissolve his remains!"

"The strong only respect the strong!"

"Someone like Ye Qingyu is a true seed of cultivation, and that Immortal Lord from the Primordial Immortal Court is worthy of being called a master!"

With this thought, Tang San's desire to go to that perfect world reached its peak.

Although Tang San inwardly cursed Ye Qingyu for being foolish, his trembling fingers betrayed his inner jealousy.

He was jealous of Ye Qingyu's resolve, and even more jealous that the so-called Immortal Lord could teach such a devoted disciple!

"Even a mortal body can slay an immortal..."

Beneath the Sky Screen, Tang San stared fixedly at Ye Qingyu, the terrifying techniques of Yin Yang Chaos and Kunpeng's Dragon Embrace replaying endlessly in his mind.

"That power is too perfect, too domineering!"

"Compared to it, my hidden weapons and my proud Twin Martial Souls are probably pathetically insignificant."

"And..."

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, Tang San took a deep breath, his eyes shifting:

"This Ye Qingyu, who can tear apart True Immortals, is only in the tenth sequence?"

"Tenth?!"

"Then what kind of magnificence do the nine senior brothers and sisters ranked before him possess? Have they already become immortals?!"

"And the Immortal Lord who taught these ten monsters..."

At this thought, Tang San felt his scalp tingle. He glanced at the stunned, flat-haired man beside him, then muttered with utter contempt:

"No, Yu Xiaogang is too useless to be my teacher."

"Primordial Immortal Court, the Immortal Lord."

"Let me be your eleventh sequence!"

Star Dou Great Forest, core circle.

Beside the Life Lake.

As the Immortal King's Hand, wreathed in Chaos Qi, reached out from the Sky Screen, the Beast God Di Tian, who had been struggling to maintain his dignity, finally collapsed.

"Thump!"

Just like that, this 800,000-year-old Fierce Beast Overlord knelt heavily, his knees smashing two deep pits into the ground.

He did not want to kneel, but for some reason, as that giant hand appeared, the Dragon Blood within his body began to tremble violently, forcing him to his knees on the spot.

"Too powerful..."

At this moment, Di Tian's entire body was shivering, his golden eyes filled with terror.

"And that True Immortal named An Cangtian—a single drop of blood flowing from his body would be enough to suppress me!"

"Yet that Ye Qingyu, with a Mortal Body, actually performed a Reverse Attack Immortal and tore him apart!"

"Even if the Dragon God were resurrected, I fear he could not achieve such combat power!"

Before Di Tian, the situation of the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena was no better.

Her peerless face was now as pale as paper, and her violet eyes reflected the chaotic hand in the Sky Screen that blotted out the sun and moon. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

"Did I still underestimate the strength of this High-Dimensional World..." Gu Yuena looked at the terrifying scene on the Sky Screen, her expression one of despair.

As one of the Dragon God's Clones, she possessed the wisdom and vision of the Dragon God, and thus naturally saw things more clearly than anyone else.

"The laws of that world are too terrifying."

"The power that leaked out just from the battle between Ye Qingyu and An Cangtian would likely be enough to level our entire Douluo Continent."

"As for that giant hand that reached out at the end..."

Speaking of this, Gu Yuena stared fixedly at the chaotic hand that reached out from the Primordial Immortal Court, ignoring space and time to strike directly at the Immortal King.

"If this palm were to fall, what God Realm, what Dragon God, what Douluo Plane..."

"Everything would be reduced to dust in an instant, leaving not even a scrap behind!"

"Pass down the order."

"From this day forward, if anyone is chosen, seeing a person from the Primordial Immortal Court is the same as seeing a True Immortal!"

"Because this is the only path of survival for our Soul Beast Clan!"

Sea God Island, Sea God Hall.

Bo Saixi stood at the highest point of the hall, clutching her scepter as the sea breeze whipped her noble robes.

In the past, as long as she stood here, she was the embodiment of the ocean, an invincible existence.

But today, this Sea God Douluo felt like a lone boat tossing in a raging sea, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.

"Lord Sea God..."

Bo Saixi looked up at the giant statue of the Sea God in the hall, a flicker of confusion and wavering appearing in her eyes for the first time.

On the Sky Screen, the mere leakage of aura from the golden hand reaching out from the Foreign Realm caused the crimson earth to shatter and the stars to fall.

That was true Star Plucking and Moon Grasping, the power to Destroy Heaven and Earth.

"You once told me that gods are omnipotent, the masters of all living things."

"But now, even the God King of Destruction has lost, and so thoroughly at that."

"And that Ye Qingyu, a mere mortal, can erupt with such earth-shattering power. Is this what that world calls an Immortal?"

Bo Saixi muttered to herself, her fingers gripping the scepter turning white from the excessive force.

"Sword Cultivation for Six Thousand Years, all for a single battle."

"Such persistence, such a Dao Heart—how many Soul Masters in our Douluo Continent could achieve this?"

"We rely too much on our Martial Souls, too much on our Soul Rings."

"Once we lose these external objects, we are as fragile and toothless as an old tiger."

"And they..."

Bo Saixi took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the two terrifying giant hands on the Sky Screen.

Even across the endless void, the pressure made it difficult for her to breathe; the Soul Power within her body felt frozen, unable to circulate.

"That is the true power of the Creator Level!"

"Even if Lord Sea God were here in person, he would likely be nothing more than a speck of dust before these two hands."

"Just how vast is the gap between these two planes..."

Meanwhile, the Douluo God Realm.

Committee Hall.

The God of Evil collapsed onto the ground, his previous arrogance long gone, his eyes hollow.

"Defeating an enemy in a single strike, slaying a True Immortal with a sword, the descent of an Immortal King..."

"How could that Ye Qingyu dare? How could he dare to swing his sword at a True Immortal?!"

The God of Evil could not comprehend it, not just the sheer gap in strength between the two, but everything that came with the difference in their realms.

In the God Realm, the hierarchy was strict, with each level suppressing the one below it.

Lower-level gods had to be respectful and submissive upon seeing higher-level gods.

Yet, not only did Ye Qingyu refuse to kneel before an Immortal, he dared to defy a True Immortal, and even dared to brandish his blade against an Immortal King!

Such rebellious behavior completely overturned their understanding of the world!

"That is because... he has a true titan standing behind him..."

At this moment, the Asura God, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.

However, the Asura God looked vastly different from his former self; he was like a wilted eggplant, his head drooping as he spoke in a hoarse, trembling voice:

"Did you see it?"

"That hand seems to be the hand of the Lord of the Primordial Immortal Court!"

"It was he who intervened, protecting his disciple at the critical moment!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the gods, who had been in a state of stupor, were jolted awake and immediately cast their gazes toward the Chaos Giant Hand.

They saw that the palm was as crystalline as jade, each finger appearing to be condensed from the laws of the Great Dao. As Chaos Qi swirled around it, one could faintly see vast worlds being born, dying, and rotating within!

Compared to it, Anlan's massive hand, covered in golden scales, was equally terrifying, yet it seemed to be a notch weaker in terms of aura.