Chapter 167 - 126: A Youth Crowned King, Hundred Domains Tremble

Chapter 167: Chapter 126: A Youth Crowned King, Hundred Domains Tremble

RUMBLE!

The young man in white lightly pushed down with one hand, effortlessly suppressing his opponent.

Tens of millions of Cultivators stared intently at the scene. Compared to Feng Wuya’s Power of Transcendence that swallowed half the Celestial Universe, Jiang Hao’s actions were utterly casual.

And the moment that hand flicked.

BOOM!

An illusory handprint, tens of thousands of feet tall, condensed in an instant. Like the hand of heaven, it unhurriedly pressed down on Feng Wuya, who was charging upward against the heavens.

The massive palm blotted out the sun and sky. It was like divine punishment descended upon the mortal realm, seemingly threatening to obliterate this very world.

"Eighteen Forms of the Celestial Hand" — Heaven-Flipping Seal!

The moment the terrifying palm appeared, countless Cultivators felt their eyes nearly split open in shock, their breathing turning ragged.

"What a terrifying aura! Heavens!"

"What martial art is that? How could it possess such terrifying fluctuations of power?"

"It’s not the martial art that’s terrifying; it’s the person executing it."

RUMBLE!

The endless Power of Transcendence surged skyward. The moment it collided with the "Celestial Hand," the entire Celestial Universe trembled. The world-shaking fluctuations of power were so immense that they even activated the Holy City’s defensive grand array.

The two forces devoured and crushed each other. The air shattered, and the void twisted until it collapsed before their very eyes. However, the moment Feng Wuya’s Power of Transcendence met the palm, it was instantly disintegrated and destroyed. The hand of heaven proceeded as if entering uninhabited territory. Unstoppable, carrying the momentum of tumbling mountains and overturning seas, it viciously crushed that world-ending power.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Feng Wuya shouted, his inner world suffering an unprecedented blow as he watched his offensive crumble so easily.

"Argh!" the peerless Saint Son roared. Holy Light erupted all over his body, and his terrifying Power of Transcendence surged shockingly like Wang Yangs, rushing forward in a frenzied slaughter.

However, under the watchful eyes of millions, that giant hand continued its descent with unabated momentum. In just a few breaths, it scattered all the power and even suppressed it back into Feng Wuya’s body.

BOOM!

The world-shaking palm print shattered Changkong, fiercely landing right above Feng Wuya’s head.

Feng Wuya looked up. The palm print was mere millimeters from his face. The terrifying aftershocks of the palm’s force cascaded down, blowing the Saint Son’s long hair and robes so that they fluttered wildly. But the palm never truly fell. Instead, it froze right before Feng Wuya’s face, astonishing the world as if the left hand of a god had shown mercy.

At this moment, the Saint Son of the Wind Race felt all the power in his body stagnate, as difficult to channel as if he were trapped in a deep mire.

"I said it before: you are no match for me. Saint Son Wuya, let’s stop here."

Atop the ten-thousand-foot Void Peak, the young man in white spoke lightly, gazing down without a ripple of emotion. He showed neither the thrill of newfound strength nor the excitement of a breakthrough. Instead, his calmness was so profound it made it hard to breathe.

Jiang Hao slowly retracted his hand, dissolving the celestial palm print. He took a deep breath and let out a helpless sigh. His gaze, however, shifted to the nine Saint avatars that seemed to stand at the edge of the horizon, yet were simultaneously indomitable and close at hand.

Though the person involved acted as if nothing had happened, the entire Holy City and the thousands of miles surrounding it were boiling over with excitement.

"He lost? Feng Wuya actually lost?"

"To suppress a peerless monster with just one hand... and it’s Feng Wuya, one of the Five Sons of Nanling, a Saint Son of the Saint Race, and tied for first on the Celestial List!"

"How could this be? That’s a Great Power of Transcendence!"

Although countless Cultivators didn’t know exactly how terrifying the potential of a peerless monster was, the entire Cultivation Realm had a solid understanding and ranking system for the strength of experts in the Mortal Transformation Realm. Mortal Transformation was the supreme existence just beneath the Dao Foundation. Those who reached it possessed heaven-reaching methods and world-destroying might, which was why they were known as Great Powers of Transcendence.

What constituted a Great Power? What kind of expert could be called a Great Power? They were the "strongest experts" in the Cultivation Realm, capable of suppressing all directions. Unless one was above the Dao Foundation, they were invincible. It was a height that endlessly ordinary-talented Cultivators could never reach in a lifetime; it represented the absolute ceiling of a certain tier.

The Mortal Transformation Realm symbolized the realm of shedding one’s mortal body and worldly dust. A person would undergo an astonishing, transcendent metamorphosis. Whether in terms of cultivation or sheer significance, they would no longer belong to the "mortal" tier. Their strength and cultivation would experience a meteoric leap, crossing an immense chasm.

Yet, a Great Power who had stepped into Mortal Transformation was actually suppressed with a single hand. And the one who suppressed him was another newly advanced Great Power who had just entered Mortal Transformation.

"How is he so strong? What exactly did he do?"

"It’s a limit! He broke some absolute limit established since ancient times."

"A newborn Mortal Transformation?"

Atop the endless sea of people, the one hundred and fifty-eight Saint Sons and Saintesses were entirely filled with shock. Even Huang Ling’Er, the Exiled Immortal Fairy, and Divine Jian—three great Nanling Sons of the Celestial Dragon and seeded competitors—revealed looks of utter disbelief.

That figure was simply too world-shattering.

At the same time, amidst the crowd, Gu Qingyan, Bai Wufeng, Gai He, Wu Jing, Zhang Changsheng, Ji Qingxue, Ji Wufeng, Ji Xiaotian, and Leng Tianyu were all breathing heavily, their eyes rippling with billions of waves of terror and shock.

Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous corner, Qi Tianmu watched this scene as if struck by a bolt from the blue.

"He cannot be spared! He cannot be spared! This boy absolutely cannot be spared!"

The Vice Outer Sect Leader of the Celestial Sword Sect was already trembling, instinctively filled with dread and panic. At this moment, he felt as if he had already glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of the future.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Qi Tianmu chanted the word "kill" three times as his entire body shot into the sky.

In an instant, a thunderous BOOM rang out! Heaven-shaking power rippled through the cosmos, rocketing upward from within the sea of people with apocalyptic force.

At the same time, another BOOM echoed! The Celestial Pride Mark at the center of Jiang Hao’s brows lit up abruptly. Dark clouds blanketed the apex of the heavens as they suddenly locked onto that elderly figure, bringing down endless world-destroying might.

"This boy absolutely cannot be spared! Even if my body perishes and my Dao vanishes, I must cut you down beneath this Sacred Artifact!

"Go!"