61: Shattering the Dragon Soul with a Flick of the Finger

This strike contained the Imperial Uncle of Zhongzhou's lifelong Cultivation and towering rage, its power enough to instantly evaporate an entire sea!

"Amitabha!"

The Abbot of the Vajra Temple put his palms together, a smile that seemed benevolent but was actually cold appearing on his face.

"Imperial Uncle's Imperial Extreme World-Shocking Spear has reached Transcendent. This move contains Dragon Qi, it is overbearing and peerless. If this Prodigy doesn't dodge, she will be severely injured if not dead!"

"Indeed, she dares to despise us so much, not even taking a defensive stance. She's practically seeking death! Perhaps we overestimated her."

The golden torrent instantly engulfed Ye You and the throne beneath her!

A terrifying energy storm swept out, and the dazzling golden light exploded like a second sun deep within the Myriad Demon Forest.

The violent explosion, mixed with the roar of the True Dragon's phantom, cracked the earth.

"It succeeded? Imperial Uncle's Divine Might!"

"That Prodigy must have been annihilated!"

"Hahaha, the Lord of the Myriad Demon Forest? Nothing more than that!"

The Imperial Uncle of Zhongzhou stood proudly in the air, holding his Dragon spear, a ferocious sneer on his lips, gasping for breath.

This strike had almost drained thirty percent of the spiritual power within his body.

"Is it over?"

However, just as everyone thought the situation was settled and was preparing to go forward to divide the spoils...

The dazzling golden light, capable of destroying everything, not only did not dissipate but, as if guided by some supreme will, began to collapse inward madly!

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

In just a breath, the energy storm that swept across the heavens and earth vanished without a trace.

In the center of the chaotic ruins, the throne made of vines and beast bones stood perfectly intact, without even a single crack.

On the throne, Ye You still maintained the posture of resting her chin on one hand, as if she hadn't moved at all.

And that world-destroying golden light had now converged into a tiny, constantly spinning speck of light, quietly suspended on the tip of Ye You's other outstretched index finger.

The smile on the Imperial Uncle of Zhongzhou's face instantly froze, and he stood dumbfounded on the spot.

"This... this is impossible! My Imperial Extreme World-Shocking Spear was caught by her?!"

"No, she compressed that power into a single point!"

This was even more terrifying than directly enduring the attack.

Facing everyone's collapsing worldview, Ye You's face, however, showed a hint of bored annoyance.

She brought that finger to her lips and gently exhaled a breath towards the speck of light.

"Hoo..."

That overbearing and peerless golden speck of light instantly disintegrated under her gentle breath, turning into a sky full of golden dust.

Pfft!

The Imperial Uncle of Zhongzhou was struck by lightning, violently spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned ashen, and the hand holding the Dragon spear trembled violently. The tiger's mouth was actually torn by the rebound force, bleeding profusely.

His proud attack was thus blown away.

It wasn't defeated by a stronger force, nor was it resolved by intricate Laws, but rather, it was casually blown away like blowing away a speck of dust.

This utter contempt was even harder for him to accept than being killed directly!

No... impossible... This is absolutely impossible!

The blood drained from the Pavilion Master's face, and the heavenly mystery plate in his hand, unable to bear the violent fluctuations of its owner's mind, cracked with a 'kacha' sound, completely shattering.

"Amitabha..."

The Abbot of the Vajra Temple's face no longer held any solemnity, only fear. He continuously retreated, and the lotus seat of Buddha's light beneath his feet flickered uncertainly, almost dissipating.

"Pro... Prodigy! This is a Prodigy!"

Everyone's faces were frozen in an expression of having seen a ghost, their minds blank, having even forgotten fear.

"Too weak."

Ye You finally stood up from the throne. Barefoot, she stepped down from the interwoven vines.

"How boring. I thought it would allow me to stretch my muscles a bit, but I didn't expect..."

She tilted her head.

"Just a group of slightly stronger insects."

She looked at everyone, "However, you certainly have a lot of guts."

As soon as her voice fell, an invisible Domain instantly spread out, enveloping the entire Myriad Demon Forest!

This was not mere pressure, but a more primal fear.

In the distance, those Cultivators with slightly lower Cultivation, the moment they were enveloped by the Domain, felt as if their most terrifying memories were infinitely amplified.

They were no longer high and mighty Cultivators, but had become unarmed Mortals, placed in the darkest, most primitive jungle of billions of years.

From all directions, countless pairs of hungry, brutal, cold eyes were staring fixedly at them.

They had become prey! The most humble, most helpless prey!

"Ahhh! Don't come over! Don't eat me!"

"Help! There are monsters!"

Some Cultivators were bleeding from all seven orifices, scurrying around holding their heads, and some even had their Divine Souls disoriented, beginning to madly attack their companions.

"Steady your mind! This is an illusion! It's the Prodigy's Demonic Technique!"

The Imperial Uncle of Zhongzhou forcibly circulated his Imperial Dragon Qi to protect his heartpulse, letting out a heaven-shaking roar.

He was, after all, a Body Integration Stage great power, his Dao Heart as firm as a rock, and he was the first to break free from that primal fear.

"Buddha's Light Shines Universally! Suppress!"

The Abbot of the Vajra Temple also had a pale face. He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of vital blood onto his prayer beads. In an instant, golden light burst forth, and solemn Buddhist chants resounded throughout heaven and earth.

"You have completely enraged this King!"

The Imperial Uncle of Zhongzhou's eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard bristling, "Today, either you die, or I perish! Imperial Dao Secret Art — Dragon Soul Possession!"

He let out a long roar to the sky, and his body actually began to swell. Fine golden Dragon scales appeared on his skin, and his aura was several times stronger than before! This was a forbidden technique that burned one's Origin!

"Kill!"

He transformed into a golden stream of light, man and spear becoming one, rushing towards Ye You again with a resolute posture.

However, facing this all-out attack, Ye You merely raised her left foot, and then, gently stomped it on the ground.

A dull, extreme tremor, as if the heart of the entire Myriad Demon Forest, had been stomped to a halt for an instant by Ye You's foot.

The Imperial Uncle of Zhongzhou's desperate charge, burning his Origin and unifying man and spear, was thus rigidly frozen in mid-air, still ten zhang away from Ye You.

"The Imperial Family's Secret Tome is indeed a good secret art."

"What??"

She spoke indifferently, her voice not loud, yet it clearly entered everyone's ears present, causing the Imperial Uncle of Zhongzhou's pupils to suddenly constrict!

"Unfortunately, this method is connected to the nation's destiny. The more prosperous the Imperial Dao, and the more the ruler has the people's hearts, the stronger the power unleashed.

If it were wielded by the founding Saint Emperor, it would indeed possess Divine Might, and I would be somewhat wary."

Ye You's gaze carried a hint of pity, as if she was looking at a clown.

"But your Central State Imperial Family, passed down to this day, is tyrannical and lawless, oppressing the common people, treating all beings as grass. You have long lost the people's hearts, the nation's destiny is in decline, rotten from within, and resentment soars to the heavens."

"And you dare to wield this technique?"