One Palm Fells Ten Thousand, One Palm Shatters a Mountain

A month later.

Ye Zhuo emerged from seclusion with the Demon Cult's four chief disciples. All of them had mastered the Eternal Youth and Everlasting Spring Skill and gained the ability to live forever.

Dali had transformed as well. With the formidable power of the Shadowkhan, it entered the industrial age in a single month, producing its first improved steam engine, its first machine tool, and its first steam train.

Only when the people saw the steel warships did they wake to the change.

The times had changed.

At the Khitan border.

A vast army bore down on them. Ye Zhuo and Xu Zhu, who had come after hearing the news, both looked worried.

Both men possessed strength rarely seen through the ages. Xu Zhu might not match Ye Zhuo, but his immense internal energy still made him a Peak Expert.

"Third Brother, I'll capture the Khitan king and make him end this war!"

"Good! I'll take out a few soldiers and show them what we can do!"

Ye Zhuo nodded. His main reason for coming was to stop Xiao Feng from killing himself.

He could leave the rest to Xu Zhu.

It had been a long time since Ye Zhuo last fought.

He gathered true qi in both hands and tried striking out with a palm.

"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"

Boom!

Things were different now. Ye Zhuo was at least ten times stronger than he had been in Western Xia.

His palm strike transformed his powerful true qi into an azure dragon, a blow dozens of times stronger than Xiao Feng's full strength!

The dragon of true qi roared forth, its cry resounding between heaven and earth.

In a single instant.

Over a thousand people died beneath that one palm strike. None caught in its force survived.

"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"