One Palm Slays Tang Hao; I, Chen Xin, Have Spent My Life Cultivating the Sword. If I Cannot Glimpse the End of the Sword Dao, I Would Rather Die

Though his physical body had been destroyed, as long as this wisp of remnant soul endured, he believed that one day he would rise again!

"Oh no! He's not completely dead. My cultivation is still too low!"

Qian Renxue was alarmed when she realized something was wrong. She was about to give chase, but the remnant soul was moving too fast. She couldn't catch up.

As he watched Stone Village grow farther and farther away, and Jiang Chen and the Daoist boy—who had already vanished without a trace—Tang Hao sped away while cursing venomously:

"Damn pretty boy! Damn Daoist boy!"

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west!"

"When I, Tang Hao, return after rebuilding my cultivation, I'll tear every one of you limb from limb!"

"Especially that so-called Immortal Lord. He's nothing but a useless piece of trash who knows how to—"

However, before Tang Hao could finish the word "trash," the people of Stone Village, who had been preparing to ask the Willow Deity for help, and Qian Renxue witnessed a scene they would never forget.

At the distant edge of the sky, a colossal golden palm, vast enough to blot out the heavens and formed from pure spiritual power, suddenly appeared over the Great Wilderness!

The giant palm covered a hundred-li radius!

Its palm lines were as clear as ravines. Bearing an overwhelming might that could destroy heaven and earth, it slammed down upon the fleeing wisp of remnant soul!

"Silence."

"Those who insult the Immortal Lord die!"

Rumble!

The giant palm fell, and the earth sank!

The mountains, rivers, and forests within a hundred li were reduced to dust in an instant beneath that single palm!

"No!!!"

Before the palm could even fully descend, Tang Hao's wisp of remnant soul had been utterly annihilated amid