Chapter 1487: Chapter 1483: Aberration
At this very moment.
"Great Bloody Heaven Hand! Die for me!" When the evil Qi and killing intent gathered to their peak, Sui Wuren suddenly shouted.
Instantly, his throat trembled, and his face was cold and cruel. His hands suddenly slid, and immediately, the wind rose and the clouds surged.
Sss sss sss...
All the evil Qi and killing intent gathered together and roared madly, forming in the blink of an eye a gigantic crimson palm imprint.
This palm imprint was not in the shape of a human palm; rather, it resembled the claws of a Demon Beast, sharp and fierce, layered with blood-red tumors, dripping with crimson and a chilling aura emanating from it.
Then.
Whoosh...
The palm imprint moved.
With this movement, the Heavens trembled!
Even the Absolute Space rang with thunderous echoes.
The crimson palm imprint enlarged rapidly, covering the sky like a blood-red Solar descending, enveloping Su Chen from every direction, and where it moved, all sounds extinguished, turning directly into chaos.
In the crowd, Shen Yiyao’s expression changed slightly, unable to hold back.
"Is this fool not escaping? Courting death?" Shen Yiyao cursed under her breath, ready to act.
However, she was stopped.
"Miss. Watch closely, he shouldn’t be in trouble." An elderly voice sounded in Shen Yiyao’s ear: "Watch closely, perhaps there will be a surprise."
Shen Yiyao forcefully stopped, the voice came from the old woman who had always been by her side, yet, Shen Yiyao herself had rarely seen her, but her father had said, the old woman’s strength was formidable, with her presence, she was mostly absolutely safe in the Great Luo Heaven.
Since it was the old woman who spoke, Shen Yiyao chose to believe.
However, she remained extremely and utterly tense, her beautiful eyes no longer blinking, staring firmly at Su Chen, staring at Su Chen on the high platform.
At this moment.
The crimson palm imprint was already here, far too large, seen from afar, it seemed like a massive blood-red mountain range was rushing, surging towards Su Chen.
Su Chen appeared entirely like a small leaf boat, about to be overturned by the crimson tidal wave.
It looked like Su Chen was about to be completely submerged by that crimson palm imprint.
Finally!!!
Su Chen moved.
A very simple move.
Boom...
It was just a punch.
A casual punch.
Well, it seemed casual, but in fact, the Three Powers Transformation, the Mysterious Beast Bone, and the Heavens Stars Great Array that had more than tripled in power and effect all erupted in that instant.
Terrifying and immense power surged between Su Chen’s arms, providing Su Chen with a supreme, overpowering force craving to be unleashed.
The Sky Fist drove straight out.
This punch harnessed the pure Strength, approaching Ninety Billion Dragons’ Strength, even nearing One Hundred Billion Dragons’ Strength.
Faced with someone like Sui Yiren, Ye Zhi, clearly, it wasn’t enough.
But only confronting Sui Wuren, who wasn’t yet in the Heavenly Dao realm, this punch was more than sufficient, even akin to using a cow butcher’s knife for a chicken.
Su Chen himself considered it using a cow butcher’s knife for a chicken, yet others didn’t see it that way.
To put it simply, Su Chen’s punch appeared too ordinary.
Even those of the First Cang Tomb couldn’t help but shake their heads.
On the First Cultivation Martial Square, many couldn’t help but snicker.
Purely judging by the momentum and visuals, Su Chen’s punch was akin to a little carp facing a mature orca! It was leagues apart!
Even the First Yu Qing felt that Su Chen’s casual punch seemed rather overconfident?
The next moment!
Just as everyone anticipated Su Chen being shredded, vanquished by the crimson palm imprint like a Blood Sea, suddenly...
A surprising reversal occurred.
The initially vast, boundless, domineering crimson palm imprint!
Had...had a sudden pause, a screech, akin to begging for mercy.
Then, before all the Martial Cultivators observing could react...
Boom!!!
A devastating blast thundered upwards, the force, akin to an enraged Azure Heaven, the Plane collapsing, making the ground tremble and shiver.
Destructive and rampant Strength, accompanied by crimson, bolted towards the Eight Desolations, as if it were about to envelope the entire Heavens.
The crimson palm imprint shattered, under everyone’s watch, shattered, into powder, into fragments, into the Void.
And Su Chen’s punch remained dazzling and clear.
It was completely a dominance.
Of course, it wasn’t the crimson palm imprint crushing Su Chen’s fist, but Su Chen’s fist crushing the crimson palm imprint.
On the First Martial Arts Plaza, the ant-like sea of people had long since fallen into a stupor, even though they were injured, spitting blood, unable even to stand due to the rampaging force’s fluctuations, none awoke from the indescribable shock.
Too terrifying.
The feeling was akin to witnessing an ant swallow an elephant whole, akin to buying a sprawling oceanside mansion for a mere dime, akin to witnessing the most unbelievable scenes of human life.
That terror was penetrating, stirring the Mind, etched in memory.
"No...no...no...no way..." On the high platform, Sui Wuren stood there, his face turned ashen like toilet paper, devoid of a trace of coloration, as if his blood had been drained; he could only shake his head, furiously shake his head, longing to shake his head loose.
The next moment.
"No!!! It’s all fake! Trash, die for me! Ah ah ah...Nine Punishment Soul-Breaking Needle!!!" Sui Wuren suddenly roared, frenzied, his face twisted with cruelty, venomous to the extreme, madly, recklessly, his blood-red eyes about to pop, fixed fiercely on Su Chen, roaring, his right hand suddenly flung out.
In an Instant.
Sss sss sss sss...
The air suddenly filled with countless small, screeching sounds.
Several black needles, pulsated through the air.
Those needles, each only an inch long, black, with black skull shadows rippling across each needle, each carrying an unmatched, lethal poison.
The Nine Punishment Soul-Breaking Needle, Sui Wuren’s greatest Hidden Card.
The Nine Punishment Soul-Breaking Needle totaling nine hundred and ninety needles, each one capable of leaving a Martial Cultivator below the Heavenly Dao realm beyond the chance of burial, the poison of the Nine Punishment Soul-Breaking Needle was intensely toxic, famed for its Venom of the Dead Crow, exceedingly hard to detoxify.
Victims, unless in a short span, assisted by a Great Dao realm cultivator who exceeds the Heavenly Dao to neutralize the poison without caring about losing their Mysterious Qi, are undoubtedly doomed.
This Nine Punishment Soul-Breaking Needle Box was Sui Wuren’s adulthood gift from the Sui Family back in the day, the Sui Family spent two-thirds of their entire assets just for this one gift, a heavenly price to pay.