59: A single punch was enough to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator, who was as insignificant as an ant.

A giant black hand that blotted out the sun, carrying world-destroying power, crashed down!

This strike was the full, unreserved blow of the Imperial Ancestor, who was at the Late Nascent Soul stage, Great Perfection, empowered by the "Dragon-Locking Seal"!

Its power was enough to level a giant mountain!

Outside the city, the army of 290,000 and the group of Golden Core Cultivators all turned pale with horror, retreating one after another for fear of being caught in the terrifying aftershocks.

In their eyes, the thin light barrier of Chu City would surely shatter like an eggshell under this blow!

However, at the very moment that giant black hand was about to touch the light barrier.

A green-clad figure appeared above the light barrier and over Chu City without any warning.

It was Chu He!

His figure was straight, his robes fluttering; facing the terrifying giant palm descending from the sky, there was no fear on his face, but rather a hint of... disappointment.

"Is this all the power you have?"

"Truly, too weak."

He murmured softly to himself, then slowly raised his right hand and clenched his fingers into a punch.

There was no world-shaking Aura, no brilliant radiance.

Just such an ordinary punch, directed at the sky, meeting the giant black hand as it was lightly thrust out.

"Seeking death!"

Above the clouds, the Imperial Ancestor let out a disdainful cold laugh upon seeing this.

A mantis trying to stop a carriage, overestimating its own strength!

But the smile on his face completely froze in the next second.

As Chu He threw that seemingly ordinary punch, a massive, shimmering phantom of a golden divine Dragon suddenly emerged in the space behind him!

That Dragon phantom raised its head and swung its tail, letting out a silent Dragon roar that shook the nine heavens!

A terrifying pressure originating from the Bloodline and the deepest part of the Soul instantly descended!

"Pfft!"

Above the clouds, the Xuanming Two Elders, who were activating the Dragon-Locking Seal, felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer at this Dragon roar; they spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, their Qi instantly withering.

The Nascent Souls within their bodies actually trembled and were on the verge of cracking under this pressure!

"This... this is... Dragon Might! Primordial Dragon Might!"

Brother Xuan pointed at the phantom behind Chu He, his voice filled with endless fear and despair.

And the Imperial Ancestor felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body stiff.

He discovered in horror that his magic power, which he prided himself on as being at the Late Nascent Soul stage, Great Perfection, was as small as dust before that golden divine Dragon phantom!

He wanted to flee, but his body wouldn't obey; he was locked dead in place by that domineering Dragon Might, unable to move!

He could only watch helplessly as that ordinary fist collided with the giant black hand he had condensed.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was no world-destroying shockwave.

The giant black hand that could crush mountains and rivers, at the moment it touched Chu He's fist, melted and disintegrated like snow under the sun, turning into a sky full of black Qi and vanishing into thin air.

One punch, breaking the technique!

Having done all this, the momentum of Chu He's punch did not diminish in the slightest.

Across the vast sky, he threw a punch from afar at the Imperial Ancestor on the Black Dharma Platform!

"Roar—!"

The golden divine Dragon phantom behind him seemed to receive an order, opening its mouth wide enough to swallow the world and turning into a golden stream of light barely visible to the naked eye, instantly crossing the distance of space to crash directly into the Imperial Ancestor!

"No—!"

The Imperial Ancestor let out the last shrill scream of his life.

His protective Magic Treasure, his defensive Divine Ability, and his Nascent Soul Dharma Body cultivated for a thousand years were as fragile as paper before that golden stream of light.

"Boom!"

A dull thud.

Under the terrified gaze of the hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city.

That arrogant Imperial Ancestor, who had suppressed the world, along with the Black Dharma Platform beneath him and the national treasure "Dragon-Locking Seal," were all smashed into powder by that golden stream of light!

Body and Soul both extinguished!

The wind stopped.

The clouds dispersed.

In the sky, only that green-clad figure remained, standing with hands behind his back like a god that had existed since ancient times.

One punch!

Just one punch!

He had smashed a top expert at the Late Nascent Soul stage, Great Perfection, along with the Great Yan Dynasty's national treasure, into dregs!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Outside the city, the dense army of hundreds of thousands fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's minds went blank.

What did they see?

A miracle?

After an unknown amount of time, someone finally reacted from the extreme shock.

"Thump!"

A soldier dropped the spear in his hand, his knees buckled, and he knelt down, kowtowing frantically toward the figure in the sky.

This action was like a signal.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Thousands of soldiers threw down their armor and weapons and knelt on the ground.

The wave of surrender spread rapidly through the entire army like a plague.

Those few Golden Core Stage generals and the Sect experts of the so-called "Rebel Suppression Allied Army" were now ashen-faced and terrified.

They couldn't even muster the courage to flee.

Before such god-like power, what was the point of running?

Above the clouds, the surviving Xuanming Two Elders looked at each other, both seeing endless fear in the other's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, they turned and transformed into two streams of light, fleeing desperately toward Tianyan City.

However, they had barely flown a hundred miles.

A cold voice rang in their ears.

"Did I let you leave?"

Before the words had even faded, a giant golden hand condensed from pure magic power appeared out of thin air, grabbing the two of them like little chicks.

No matter how they struggled, they couldn't budge the giant golden hand in the slightest.

The next moment, the giant hand tightened.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two soft sounds, like two walnuts being crushed.

The Great Yan Imperial Family's last two Nascent Soul Enshrined Elders, fallen!

After finishing all this, Chu He slowly descended from the sky and returned to the city wall.

He looked at the surrendering soldiers kneeling all over the ground outside the city with a calm gaze, then turned toward Tianyan City.

"Time to... collect the debt."