Chapter 743: The Sky-Splitting Giant Hand

The clash in the heavens grew ever more terrifying.

The black-armored thunder dragon—formed from Lin Dong's fused Thunder and Devouring powers—fought simultaneously against Dragon Venerable, the Ice Spirit Ancestor, and Elder Xuemó. Three peak Spiritual Heavenly Sovereigns joined hands, yet the monstrous thunder dragon not only refused to falter… it grew fiercer with every exchange.

Very soon, the three realized something far more frightening—the black armor around the dragon was devouring their Spiritual Energy.

The longer they fought, the stronger the dragon became.

Unless they crushed it in a single decisive blow, it would endlessly replenish itself from the world around it.

The Ice Spirit Ancestor's expression darkened. Prolonging the battle would only worsen the destruction ravaging the Ice Spirit Clan's homeland.

He finally shouted, unable to hold back any longer:

"Battle Emperor! Please step in and slay this beast!"

His aged voice trembled with urgency. At this point, the Ice Spirit Ancestor wanted nothing more than to end this pointless catastrophe.

"Haha. Since the Ice Spirit Ancestor requests it, I shall act. The three of you may withdraw."

The Battle Emperor laughed, golden radiance rising around him like a burning sun. As the light intensified, the air trembled beneath the weight of a power that seemed to tower above the heavens themselves.

He had only recently reached the Immortal Grade, but even the lowest step of that realm placed him far above ordinary Heavenly Sovereigns.

How could he join hands with three Spiritual Grade Heavenly Sovereigns to besiege a fourth?

If word spread, the Battle Emperor's reputation—"the Emperor of a Hundred Wars"—would be reduced to a joke.

The moment he stepped forward, Dragon Venerable, the Ice Spirit Ancestor, and Elder Xuemó all retreated to the edge of the battlefield.

A single step from the Battle Emperor shook the sky. Fierce battle intent mixed with his Spiritual Energy and twisted together into something far more terrifying—

Battle Spiritual Power.

It was a force born of endless battlefields, soaked in blood and iron. Only an army that had survived a hundred wars could produce such a momentum.

Hovering in midair, the Battle Emperor smiled lightly, though a solemn glint flashed in his eyes.

"You're fairly capable," he said, voice relaxed but gaze sharp. "But this is as far as you go. Will you come out on your own… or shall I drag you out?"

The echo of his words shook the air.

And then—

The black-armored thunder dragon shattered.

Its enormous body dissolved into streams of black and white energy—devouring energy and thunder energy interwoven in perfect balance. The two forces swirled back toward the heart of the storm.

A thunderous roar echoed.

Lin Dong emerged step by step from the lightning, gripping the Thunder Emperor Scepter. His face was dark and cold, and the ancient, primordial aura flowing from him carried the majesty of some forgotten era.

The Battle Emperor's strength was undeniable. Facing him brought tremendous pressure. But Lin Dong felt no fear.

If anything—he wanted to kill him here and now.

With the Eight Ancestral Symbols awakening within him and the Primordial Dragon Bone strengthening his foundation, Lin Dong's strength was rapidly approaching his peak. One more breakthrough… and he would surpass even his old limits.

If he had held this state during the ancient war, the so-called Otherworldly Demon Emperor would have died in an instant.

"Since you've shown yourself," the Battle Emperor said coldly, "I will suppress you completely today!"

His palm flipped.

Billions of strands of battle Spiritual Power surged toward him, gathering into a colossal palm etched with countless war patterns. The pressure it exuded was enough to crush mountains into dust.

"Million-Sky Grasp!"

The giant hand fell like the will of heaven—domineering, merciless, world-destroying.

Lin Dong lifted the Thunder Emperor Scepter, thunder and devouring light spiraling around his arm. He thrust his palm upward.

"Ancestral Symbol Hand!"

The Thunder Ancestral Symbol and Devouring Ancestral Symbol—two powers he wielded with absolute mastery—merged perfectly.

A giant black palm formed, covered in countless black thunder sigils. Each sigil pulsed with the power to annihilate all creation.

One hand descended from above.

Another surged upward from below.

They collided.

Boom—!!

A towering mushroom cloud erupted in the center of the battlefield. A storm of force swept across the Ice Spirit Continent, flattening mountains and ripping through the frozen land.

The pressure alone made the Ice Spirit Clan's warriors buckle. Many fell to their knees; the weaker ones collapsed entirely, unconscious.

Even Dragon Venerable, the Ice Spirit Ancestor, and Elder Xuemó were pale with alarm.

They could not take that strike head-on.

Lin Dong's power was terrifying—enough to shake the soul.

Standing amidst the storm, Lin Dong's figure did not move an inch. His body stood like an immovable mountain.

The Battle Emperor frowned. The fact that he couldn't suppress a Spiritual Grade Heavenly Sovereign in one exchange was… embarrassing.

His decision came quickly.

Billions of battle Spiritual Power erupted skyward, and a massive shadow condensed behind him—tens of thousands of meters tall, radiating overwhelming might.

The Ancient Battle Emperor Celestial Body.

Ranked 24th on the Supreme Celestial Body Ranking—a figure of awe and dread.

Behind the Celestial Body, three glowing spheres floated in the air. Within each sphere was an independent space, housing legions of warriors—troops who followed the Battle Emperor's path, who fed him endless battle intent whenever he fought.

The Battle Emperor formed a seal.

The Celestial Body moved with him, its motions shaking the heavens. Armies within the glowing spheres appeared as silhouettes, channeling boundless battle will into the sky.

War cries erupted like an ancient tempest.

"Nine Heavens War God Seal!"

A killing move—nothing less.

But just as his aura reached its peak—

A shadow fell from the sky.

A gigantic spiritual hand descended from above the Nine Heavens.

It tore open the clouds.

It crushed space itself.

It eclipsed heaven and earth.

A hand spanning tens of thousands of miles.

Every living being on the Ice Spirit Continent—from the greatest expert to the smallest creature—felt instinctive terror in their bones.

The sky shattered.

The world trembled.

Even the three Heavenly Sovereigns and the Battle Emperor froze in horror.

If that hand fell fully, not a single living being would survive.

Only Lin Dong sensed something familiar within its aura—an unmistakable presence. And with that realization came a bitter truth.

He had thought that after breaking into the Heavenly Sovereign Realm, he had begun to approach Liu Xi.

What a joke.

In the face of this giant hand, he felt like dust.

The hand descended gently.

That was all it needed.

The Battle Emperor's Celestial Body—his towering golden avatar and the War God Seal above its head—was erased instantly, wiped out as though it had never existed.

Then the same force lifted the Battle Emperor himself as if he were a child. He struggled, but it was useless—like an ant trying to resist a god.

Liu Xi's lazy voice echoed across the heavens.

"I've been searching for the Emperor of a Hundred Battles. Seems I finally found him. He's still useful to me, so I'll be taking him."

"After today… whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

Lin Dong inhaled slowly.

Liu Xi had indeed mentioned he was searching for the Battle Emperor.

And Lin Dong owed him a debt. So he would yield this once—even though he despised the Battle Emperor.

After all… there would be other opportunities.

With the Battle Emperor gone, Lin Dong could finish the remaining three Heavenly Sovereigns more quickly—and rescue Ying Huanhuan faster.

His gaze sharpened.

Dragon Venerable, the Ice Spirit Ancestor, and Elder Xuemó were still frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what had happened.

Lin Dong looked at them, eyes like a hunting falcon's—cold, piercing, impossible to meet.

The storm had not ended.

It was only the beginning.

(End of Chapter)

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