Chapter 2846 - 93: Fine Sand Rings Like Sword

The Divine Appearance of the giant ape at this moment is already too immense.

Five fingers, like five mountain peaks.

The lines on the palm, like valleys.

The long fur fluttering, as if the forest is swaying.

Boundless and endless Divine Power supports the action of this Divine Appearance.

Such a reckless palm strike seems to be about to wipe out all the demon clan present!

If that were truly the case, Lu Qilang wouldn’t be surprised. Everyone is going up side by side to fight for their lives, and he can always endure until the end, seizing the fleeting best opportunity.

But the inspiration that leapt into his mind told him very strongly that the target of the giant ape’s Divine Appearance was actually that spark deep in the ashes inside the Bronze Cauldron.

Then patience can no longer be maintained...

Just as the palm as massive as a mountain was beginning to unfold.

The demons on the Heaven Demon Dharma Altar scattered like birds and beasts.

Up the mountain steps, down the mountain path, the cloud platform’s edges, and even mid-air, escaping like petals of plum blossoms.

Only Lu Qilang, who was holding his sword and surveying around, remained standing solitary in front of the Bronze Cauldron.

His handsome face flushed red, passionately calling out, "The Heaven Demon Dharma Altar is a legacy of the sages, how can we let it be casually destroyed by an Evil God?!"

The only response to him was the ape’s fur-covered palm flapping in the fierce wind.

Truly, moral decline, demon hearts are not as they were.

Even the Heaven Demon Dharma Altar has no one to protect it!

Xiong Sansi and Lingxihua, Yang Yu and Shujia Lan, these few were dodging danger while continuing their fights, utterly unreliable.

Zhu Lanruo holds such terrifying Divine Skills, incredibly difficult to utilize.

She Guyu is completely uninvolved and hides faster than anyone.

That Chai Asi ran up to the higher mountain steps, muttering something, probably trying to mediate, speaking some nonsense about being the emperor’s backbone.

As for the Peaceful Ghost Messenger...

Thinking of the danger he once sensed from the Peaceful Ghost Messenger, Lu Qilang directly named him, "Brother Ghost Messenger, among the world’s heroes, there is only you and me. At this moment of crisis, it’s time to join forces, uphold justice in the world—"

The plump figure of the Peaceful Ghost Messenger spun around several times, ascending the steps without so much as a backward glance!

He, Pig Dali, is full of justice, but not foolish. This Heaven Demon Dharma Altar has been destroyed countless times, what’s the fear of another destruction? Who knows what ulterior motives that Lu person might have!

The vast mountain platform square was briefly empty, even somewhat dim and gloomy.

Thousands of divine lights, not illuminating the land of misfortune.

The rather grand Heaven Demon Dharma Altar of many years, under that furry giant palm, seemed like a tiny object. And Lu Qilang was but a grain of sand on that tiny object.

And then the grain of sand becomes the sound of a sword!

At the end of the boundless long night, the first ray of dawn breaks through. In the eternal erosion of silence, the first sound is born.

It must be sharp!

To awaken the past with pain, to open the future with blood.

Lu Qilang, who has always been a wealthy brocade son, unexpectedly possesses such sword intent honed with blood and fire, truly surprising the Ancient God surnamed Jiang in the Mirror World.

He especially can see the cleverness matching the intent in that sharp sword cry.

Compared to the mountain-like giant palm, the sword in Lu Qilang’s hand is merely a cowhair needle. Lu Qilang’s true form, already surrounded by sword light, is but dust.

Yet he rises against the heavens, brandishing the sword to face the enemy.

The giant palm nearly meets the mountain platform.

The demons are all outside the mountain platform.

Only Lu Qilang continues to ascend constantly, constantly ascending... until the clash.

In an instant, the sword light differentiates into thousands, every thread piercing through this giant palm, as if piercing the dawn through the long night!

Zhu Lanruo stands on the downward path, sensing the Eternal Youth Spring she has already obtained, silently watching—

Though the giant palm is pierced through, there’s no blood, no wound, not even the confused giant ape Divine Appearance has shown any response of pain, perhaps not even knowing what happened.

But the boundless Divine Power in that one giant palm has been completely chaotic. Like a rapid turbulent flow, colliding with each other, interfering with each other, completely mixed up!

And the resulting consequence is this; a palm with such boundless Divine Power, capable of annihilating all demon kings present, has completely lost control, continuing to fall solely due to inertia.

Just like... a master of palm techniques being cut off at the tendons.

But such immense furry palms, with tendons like rivers and mountains, how can they be easily severed?

To truly deal with tendons, even with the power of demon kings, it cannot be done.

Lu Qilang is navigating the Furious Sea with unique world-class inspiration. Every strand of sword light stabs at the most crucial Divine Power nodes. It causes the mountain range to break veins, the Vast Sea to block the flow.

At this moment.

The giant palm of the giant ape Divine Appearance droops down dejectedly; although it still carries a boundless sound due to its own inertia.

And the thousands of threads of sword light welcoming the palm eventually gather at the back of the giant ape Divine Appearance’s hand, converging into that elegant and beautiful young man.

That brocade robe Yulang seems to tread the wind, shuttling through the long fur like a forest, running on the ever-expanding mountain range of the giant palm.

Along the back of the hand, to the arm, to the forearm.

Sweeping past hundreds of zhang, even thousands of zhang in height has been surpassed by Lu Qilang in a flash.

The giant ape Divine Appearance seemed to only realize at this moment the disconnection between its palm and itself, to feel the uncontrolled collision of Divine Power in that place.

In its golden eyes like mountains, there is enormous confusion.

The gradually expanding furious waves from the Divine Power collision finally cause it to feel pain. The uncontrollable palm crashes down, emitting earth-shaking loud noise.

Yet it does not damage the Heaven Demon Dharma Altar even slightly, nor can it manipulate force to delicately extract the fire seed within the cauldron.

Instinctual urgency, puzzling confusion, fresh pain... all these intertwined. Resulting in it possessing no patience at all toward the little monster rushing along the arm!