That palm print contained all the divine power he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years. Golden light condensed in his palm into a ball of dazzling light. The ball of light continuously compressed, rotated, and shrank, releasing a pressure capable of destroying the world.
Wherever the palm flew, black cracks were created in the air, emitting sharp screams, as if the heavens and earth were wailing from the power of this palm strike.
David didn’t back down. Chaotic gray power erupted around him, spreading outward like a tidal wave, shrouding him in purplish-gray light.
He also raised his right palm, without dodging or parrying, and faced Shen Tianhai’s golden palm imprint head-on.
The two palms collided.
At that moment, the world lost its color.
Golden and gray light exploded in the courtyard, forming a pillar of light that penetrated the sky, tearing a hole in the clouds and revealing the deep starry sky beyond.
A light shockwave spread outwards, blowing away everything in the yard. The stone lanterns, fountains, spirit trees, and bluestone slabs were all crushed to dust in the powerful force.
The entire mansion of the island lord shook violently, roof tiles fell like raindrops, and shocking cracks appeared on the walls.
The light of the moon and stars shone on the motionless gray figure in the courtyard, and the golden figure before him was pushed back bit by bit.
Shen Tianhai’s face showed unprecedented horror.
He could feel that his full palm strike was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, being swallowed, digested, and neutralized layer by layer by that gray power.
The primordial destructive power of chaotic power was constantly eroding his divine power, while the resilience that had fused with the power of the water race was constantly dissolving the power of laws within his palm prints, turning the violent power into gentle energy that flowed into David’s meridians.
The opponent’s power was like a bottomless abyss, flowing endlessly.
Ten breaths later, Shen Tianhai’s body was pushed back dozens of steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground, the edges of which were filled with golden cracks, like an iron plate struck by a heavy hammer.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his face was as pale as paper, the light in his eyes was flickering erratically, like a candle about to fall in the wind, and even his body was slightly bent.
The entire courtyard was enveloped in an eerie silence.
The guards hiding in the shadows, the bodyguards who rushed over after hearing the commotion, and the servants huddled in the corners all held their breaths, staring fixedly at the gray figure in the middle of the courtyard.
Under the moonlight, David’s gray robe fluttered gently in the night breeze. There was not the slightest scratch on his body, and his purple eyes were as calm as still water.
David slowly lowered his hand, his purple eyes reflecting Shen Tianhai’s pale and frightened face. His voice was calm but contained an undeniable weight: “I’ll ask you one more time. To let go, or not?”
Shen Tianhai’s hands trembled slightly, and the golden blood from the corner of his mouth flowed down his chin, dripping onto the broken bluestone slab with a very faint gurgling sound.
He stared at David for a long moment, his golden eyes swirling with a complex mixture of anger, hatred, and fear. Finally, as if all his strength had been drained, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and tired: “Let go.”
At the window of the inn in the distance, Jiang Xuelan stood, her cold blue eyes reflecting the towering pillar of light in the courtyard.
His hands gripped the window sill tightly, filled with worry.
When the beam of light disappeared and he saw David still standing in the middle of the courtyard, he slowly loosened his fists and finally exhaled the breath that had been pressing against his chest.
“He won…” he said slowly, his voice filled with genuine relief and pride at having survived such a precarious situation.
Xuanzhenzi crouched beside him, a blade of dry grass dangling from his mouth, observing the gray figure in the distance, muttering under his breath, “This kid he is truly vicious.”
In the courtyard, the stone door leading to the dungeon slowly opened.
Two guards took Lan Tide out.
She was even thinner than before, her skin was so pale it was almost transparent, her long, dark blue hair was messy and fell over her shoulders, and her lips were completely bloodless.
His legs were already wobbly, and he could only barely avoid falling by relying on the help of the guards.
But when he looked up and saw the gray figure in the middle of the courtyard, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in his deep sea-like eyes—a light that was faint, but undeniably real.
David turned around, glanced at her, and a glimmer of gentle light flashed from his purple eyes: “Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”
He reached out and took Lan Tide from the guard.
His body was as light as a fallen leaf, as if a gust of wind would carry him away. David stabilized his body, then turned and walked towards the gate of the mansion. His gray robe fluttered gently in the night breeze, and his steps were steady and firm.
Behind him, Shen Tianhai slumped on a broken bluestone slab, watching the figure pass through the courtyard, through the gate of the mansion, and disappear into the night.
He slowly closed his eyes, his voice as hoarse as scraping sandpaper: “Who exactly is that young man?”
FAQ Novel
Q: Who is Tuan Liu?
A: Tuan Liu is a cultivator from the God Race who works with Shen Tianhai.
Q: What is the significance of the 21st Heaven?
A: The 21st Heaven is controlled by the God Race and is rich in resources.
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