Chapter 721: Headshot with One Punch

An indescribable rage burned within the group. They longed to tear Ye Tianling to shreds!

A peerless Great Demon like him had to be killed to prevent future disaster. He absolutely could not be spared!

Ye Tianling simply watched the scene unfold with cold detachment.

He didn’t make a move, instead continuing to control the Array on the altar.

To him, only the altar and Ye Tianyun mattered. The rest was insignificant.

As for Ji Yun and the others, they were no different from dead men in Ye Tianling’s eyes.

VMMMM—

At that very moment, Ji Xian made his move.

He had already prepared his killing technique, and though it had been interrupted, re-gathering it now only took a single breath.

He arched his body like a dragon and, in an instant, unleashed a streak of Flowing Light.

This Flowing Light, while appearing as a simple streak, actually possessed a majestic aura that seemed to seize the very power of creation. It was as if it could transform all the Supreme Dao Laws between Heaven and Earth into his one and only Killing Dao—it was truly extraordinary.

A Dao like this was far more powerful than the techniques of any Cultivator Ye Tianling had previously encountered.

Moreover, when this Dao was unleashed, Ye Tianling even sensed that it was having a major impact on his own comprehension of and connection to the Supreme Dao of Heaven and Earth, as well as the functioning of his personal Laws.

It was as if, in that instant, his Attack Power was suppressed by this Killing Dao, weakening it considerably.

’As expected of a Cultivator from the Great Perfection Realm who possesses the resources of two Worlds.’

Ye Tianling mused to himself. He knew that this time, he was facing true, genius-level opponents.

Furthermore, Ji Xian wasn’t even the strongest among them—just one of the more powerful ones.

Yet, an opponent like this was already enough to make Ye Tianling feel a faint sense of pressure.

Ye Tianling took a deep breath. As the deadly Flowing Light shot toward him, he channeled his Azure Celestial Dominator Blood and Sword Venerate Dominating Body, unleashing the Bloodline Power of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Controlling Immortal Sword Technique.

He recalled the punch from the Thunder Inference King, a blow suffused with the rhythm of the Ancient Dao, and once again sought that feeling of pure slaughter.

His mind and body grew even colder, more ruthless. In that instant, he seemed to grasp an ineffable state of mind, one of Silent Extinction. It was a state of loneliness, solitude, complete despair, and desolate isolation.

In this state of mind, Ye Tianling’s fist technique suddenly became unbelievably fluid.

His previous attempts at the Azure Dragon Fist had been clumsy. Even though each punch looked right in form, the essence was worlds apart.

This time, however, Ye Tianling’s fist contained a sliver of that same state of mind. When he threw the punch, it finally held a trace of that familiar essence.

That punch triggered the invincible majesty of Ye Tianling’s Sword Venerate Dominating Body. As he threw it, he felt an incredible thrill course through him, and his entire body began showing signs of reaching the ultimate Great Perfection.

It was so profound that his Sword Tribulation First Refining Realm actually began to attract a Thunder Tribulation!

VMMMM—

The Void trembled, and the entire altar began to CRACKLE.

"Hm?"

"The aura of a Celestial Tribulation?"

"This Fist Intent..."

Ji Yun and the others’ expressions all changed drastically, their faces growing extremely solemn.

"Ji Xian, be careful!"

Qianyu cried out at once. Clearly, she too had realized something was wrong.

But it was too late. Ye Tianling’s punch was already on its way.

BOOM—

The punch flew.

An endless killing intent erupted. Ye Tianling’s Fist Intent now truly possessed an ineffable, invincible divine essence. This essence allowed the Azure Dragon Fist to manifest a Dragon Soul Illusion of an Ancient Dragon Soul, even without the aid of his own Dragon Soul.

It was like the direct Manifestation of a Talent Divine Technique.

In fact, Ye Tianling hadn’t even activated his Battle Soul for support.

Even so, his punch blasted out a sheet of light. The Law of the Killing Dao it contained still seemed to pierce the heavens and shake the earth, threatening to destroy everything!

Ji Xian had clearly put everything into his attack. When he sensed the fatal danger in that split second, the shock in his heart was indescribable.

But in this battle, once a move had been made, there was no turning back.

He unleashed all of his Bloodline Power, pushing the killing intent of his Absolute Kill to its very limit.

He activated his full Battle Power, even his Talent Divine Techniques, holding absolutely nothing back.

A world-shaking battle suddenly erupted just like that.

Ye Tianling’s fist seemed to shatter the Void. Like the roar of an ancient azure dragon, it blasted forth to kill.

Ji Xian’s dragon-arched Killing Dao evolved into an endless stream of Flowing Light, erupting as an offering to the heavens. It was as if he sought to sacrifice all of creation, unleashing a Power of Slaughter that could destroy the Celestial Dao itself.

The two attacks collided. The impact was silent, sending endless ripples vibrating outwards.

Ji Xian’s strike didn’t explode with Energy or tear apart the sky upon colliding with Ye Tianling’s attack.

Instead, the moment it touched the roaring Profound Meaning of the Ancient Dragon Soul, it instantly crumbled, as fragile as a paper lantern.

Not only that, but after Ye Tianling’s killing intent shattered Ji Xian’s Killing Dao to dust, its remaining power didn’t diminish in the slightest. It howled like a tempest as it surged forward, continuing its deadly path toward Ji Xian.

Ji Xian stared in disbelief. The moment his strongest Killing Dao was broken, he suffered a powerful backlash and spat out a mouthful of blood.

And in that same fraction of an instant, Ye Tianling’s killing intent arrived.

As expected, the strike landed directly between Ji Xian’s eyebrows.

SPLAT—

It was as if time itself slowed to a crawl. Ji Xian’s head instantly swelled, then exploded in extreme slow motion, turning into a mist of blood and dust. Within it, the shimmering forms of his Three Souls and Seven Spirits expanded to the size of a bowl before bursting apart with a soft POP.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion, but in reality, it was over in less than the span of a breath.

Ji Xian had been completely obliterated by Ye Tianling’s single punch, not even having time to let out a scream.

His Three Souls and Seven Spirits had been shattered by Ye Tianling’s Fist Intent.

As if struck by lightning, Ji Xian’s headless body convulsed violently before toppling backward.

THUD—

The ground trembled. Bright red blood gushed from his neck.

The scene fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

One strike. One punch.

Ye Tianling had only thrown a single, casual punch. Anyone could see that he clearly hadn’t used the power of his Realm; it seemed to be a strike powered by his physical body alone.

Yet, that one casual, ordinary punch had beaten Ji Xian to death—had utterly obliterated him!

"Brother—"

Ji Hui struggled, roaring silently, unable to make a sound.

Tears streamed from her eyes and her whole body trembled violently, but she was utterly powerless to break free from her Imprisonment.

Ji Hui’s reaction, and Ji Xian’s death, were like a bolt from the blue—a vicious slap across the faces of everyone present.