288: Chapter 287 A Hundred Trillion Dollar Blow! Money Power vs. the Emperor's Path

The Third Layer of Heaven was originally a blessed land with abundant Spiritual Qi and brilliant starlight among the thirty-three heavens of the Immortal Realm; the Qiyao Immortal Palace was even situated here to suppress the Luck of the region.

But at this moment, it had been reduced to a forbidden land.

The firmament was forcibly torn apart, revealing the deep and terrifying turbulent currents of the Void Realm behind it. Countless chains of Law snapped and collapsed in the air, making a tooth-aching 'crackling' sound.

Beneath that shattered sky, two terrifying energies, each sufficient to destroy a Middle Thousand Worlds, were engaged in their final gambit.

On one side was the high and mighty Dominator of the Heavenly Court, the Dao Clone of Immortal Emperor Haotian.

He was clad in a Nine-Dragon Imperial Robe, with a replica of the haotian mirror floating above his head, cascading ten thousand strands of Chaos airflow to protect his body. At this moment, his golden giant palm that blotted out the sky—[Heaven-Flipping Seal · Imperial Palm]—was slowly pressing down with an unquestionable, domineering will.

The palm lines were as clear as ravines, and every single line seemed to contain mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and the stars. This was not a simple condensation of dharma power, but the gathering of the Luck of the entire Heavenly Court and that suffocating 'Imperial Dao'.

“Lin Feng, this palm is named Authority.”

Immortal Emperor Haotian's voice was grand and indifferent, like a pronouncement from the Heavenly Dao. “Under the vast heaven, there is no land that is not the King's; within the sea-boundaries of the land, there are none who are not the King's subjects. It is not I whom you are resisting, but the order of this world.”

Under this pressure, space was compressed to the extreme, letting out a groan of being overburdened. The ground below was pressed down as if by an invisible giant hand, collapsing a thousand feet to form a massive palm-print basin.

Lin Feng, positioned at the center of the palm print, was currently like a tiny insect trapped in amber, finding it incredibly difficult to even Move a finger. His bones were creaking, and the beads of blood seeping from his skin were instantly evaporated into a red mist by the high temperature.

“Order? Authority?”

Lin Feng hunched his body slightly, his hands tightly gripping the [chaos asura blade] that was shaking frantically.

In his blood-stained eyes, there wasn't a hint of fear; instead, a flame named 'madness' was burning.

“I think that's all bullshit!”

“Your order is that you're allowed to kill, but no one is allowed to resist?”

“Your authority is being able to snatch whatever you want?”

Lin Feng suddenly looked up, and in that instant, he summoned the System panel in his mind.

That glaring number—[1,000,000 Billion critical hit points] (One Hundred Trillion)—was no longer just a number in his eyes, but a ticket to freedom, a hammer to break this damn order!

“Since you want to talk about principles, then I'll use this hundred trillion to show you what 'Money Power' means!!”

“System! Go all in for me!!!”

“Burn all of this hundred trillion! Pour it all into this blade!!”

[Ding! Extremely dangerous operational command detected from the host!]

[Warning! The energy converted from one hundred trillion critical hit points is too immense, exceeding the host's Physical Body's endurance limit by ten times!]

[Warning! Forcible release may result in the host's Meridians being shattered and the Divine Soul collapsing!]

[Confirm wheth...]

“Stop the nonsense! Confirm!!!”

Lin Feng roared, interrupting the System's nagging.

[Ding! Command confirmed!]

[Burning 1,000,000 billion critical hit points... Burn successful!]

[Energy conversion in progress... 9999% Overload!!]

BOOM—!!!

In an instant, an indescribable, terrifying energy erupted from within Lin Feng's body.

This wasn't immortal power, nor Divine Power, nor Devilish Qi. This was the purest 'critical hit energy' converted by the System's rules. It didn't care about logic or Laws; it only cared about numerical values!

When a value becomes large enough, a quantitative change triggers a qualitative change!

The long blade in Lin Feng's hand instantly turned pure white, a manifestation of energy density reaching the absolute extreme. The surrounding Void Realm was directly burned through by this energy, forming a massive vacuum black hole.

“Body collapsing? As long as you can't kill me, I can heal myself back!!”

“Old man Haotian! Look closely! This is the wrath of a Pay-to-win player!!”

The void beneath Lin Feng's feet exploded, and he turned into a streak of white lightning surging against the current, slamming fiercely into that golden giant hand that blotted out the sky!

No fancy Moves, no complex variations.

Just head-on collision!

Just that one blade strike!

“Break... for me!!!”

“BOOM————!!!”

The moment the two collided.

Time in the entire Third Layer of Heaven seemed to stand still for a second. All sound vanished, and all color faded away.

Immediately after, a white light swallowed everything.

That light was so dazzling it even penetrated the planar barriers, illuminating the Mortal world in the Lower Realm, making countless Mortals believe that dawn had arrived.

At the center of the explosion, Lin Feng was currently enduring unimaginable pain. The skin on both his arms instantly burst, his muscles were torn, and his bones were groaning.

But he gritted his teeth hard and did not retreat a single step!

“Is this... the Imperial Dao?”

Lin Feng looked at the golden palm lines within reach, feeling that will that wanted him to kneel and submit, and his mouth pulled back into a ferocious grin.

“It's nothing more than this!”

“Open up for me!!”

Accompanied by his heart-wrenching roar, the power of that blade strike completely erupted. The sharp edge formed by one hundred trillion critical hit points was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter.

“RIIIP—!!!”

A clear sound of tearing silk echoed in the depths of everyone's Soul.

That golden giant palm, symbolizing supreme imperial prestige and claimed to be unshakable, was actually split into two halves from the palm by this single blade strike!

Golden imperial blood poured down the sky like lava, each drop of blood containing terrifying heat, burning pitch-black holes into the void as they hit.

“He... he blocked it?!”

Liu Ming and the others below had forgotten to breathe. They stared blankly at that small but majestic figure in the sky, tears flowing uncontrollably.

That was a miracle.

With the body of a Great Golden Immortal, he had head-on resisted a strike from an Immortal Emperor and even managed to wound the Immortal Emperor in return!

“It's not just blocking...”

Among the crowd, a heavily injured death soldier murmured to himself, “The Chief has... poked a hole in the heavens!”

In the void.

The light gradually dissipated.

Immortal Emperor Haotian still stood upon the clouds, but his outstretched right hand had now been withdrawn. On his palm, a blade scar deep enough to see the bone had appeared, and golden blood was dripping down.

This was the first time in ten thousand years that he had been injured.

Even if it was just a Clone, this was the greatest desecration of 'Imperial Majesty'.

“Good... very good.”

Immortal Emperor Haotian looked at the wound on his palm; a strange rule power remained there, actually preventing his self-healing.

His expression gradually turned gloomy, and the original indifference in his eyes vanished, replaced by a heart-palpitating killing intent.

“I didn't expect that there was still such a power in this world that could wound My Dao Clone.”

“What you use is not the power of the Immortal Realm. This power is too violent, too direct, and does not conform to the supreme principles of the Dao.”

“An anomaly. You truly are an anomaly that must be eradicated.”

Immortal Emperor Haotian took a deep breath, and the Nine-Dragon Imperial Qi around him began to roar frantically. The nine true dragon phantoms behind him seemed to come to life, letting out a sky-shaking roar as they surged into his body.

“Imperial Dao · Nine Dragons Return to One!!”

BOOM!

Immortal Emperor Haotian's aura surged once again! The originally somewhat illusory Clone instantly became solid, as if his true body had arrived in person!

The Nine-Dragon Imperial Qi in his hand condensed, turning into a golden spear entwined with lightning and fire—the [Nine-Dragon God-Slaying Spear].

The spear tip pointed directly at Lin Feng, locking onto his Divine Soul.

“Lin Feng, you have indeed surprised Me. That strike just now was enough to make all Immortal Kings be buried with you.”

“However...”

Immortal Emperor Haotian sneered, his gaze like a torch. “This kind of explosive power comes at a great price, doesn't it? I can feel that your current body is at its limit. Your Meridians are empty, and that strange energy of yours is gone.”

“Without that power, what do you have to fight Me with?”

“With the next spear strike, I will pierce through your brow and nail your Divine Soul to the South Heaven Gate to suffer the punishment of eternal thunder and fire!”

Immortal Emperor Haotian hit the nail on the head.

That blade strike just now was indeed Lin Feng's desperate explosion. One hundred trillion critical hit points were burned away in a single second.

Now, Lin Feng's body was completely empty; even the perpetually running Eternal Undying Sutra had stalled due to a lack of energy. He was like a sports car out of gas—no matter how cool it looked on the outside, it couldn't Move anymore.

“Huff... huff...”

Lin Feng gasped for air, looking at the glaring 'Balance: 0' in the System and the string of red body alarms.

“Damn... I overplayed it...”

“How is this old dog's Clone so tough? Even a hundred trillion couldn't kill it?”

Looking at that golden spear poised to strike, Lin Feng knew he couldn't dodge it.

This spear strike would surely be fatal!

Was it going to end here?

“What? Out of Moves?”

Immortal Emperor Haotian looked at Lin Feng's wretched state, a high-and-mighty sneer reappearing on his lips. “In that case, let it end.”

“Dying under My spear is the greatest honor for an ant like you in this lifetime.”

“Go!”

The golden spear turned into a streak of light, tearing through space and heading straight for Lin Feng's brow!

Right at this critical moment.

Lin Feng's originally somewhat unfocused eyes suddenly refocused. In that instant, a light fiercer than a vengeful ghost flashed in his eyes.

“Out of money? Who said I'm out of money!”

“I still have credit! I still have a future!”

“System! Activate [Loan Mode] for me!!”

“I want a loan! Overdraw my earnings for the next hundred years!!”

[Ding! Warning! The host's current credit rating is extremely high, but the Loan Mode carries immense risk; the interest is 'give nine, return thirteen'! Once unable to repay, the host will be wiped out by the System! Do you confirm?]

“Confirm! Never mind 'give nine, return thirteen', even if it's a loan shark, I'm taking it!!”

“As long as I can kill this old dog, I'll pay back however much it takes!!”

[Ding! Loan successful!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a temporary limit: 50,000 Billion (Fifty Trillion) critical hit points!]

[Funds are being injected... Forced repair of body functions in progress...]

BOOM—!!!

Lin Feng, who had been withered and seemingly about to fall, suddenly acted as if he had been injected with adrenaline. His entire body erupted with a dark-red aura that was even more terrifying and tyrannical than before!

It was a frantic power that overthrew his life and his future!

He suddenly looked up and bared his snow-white teeth at the spear that was about to strike him.

“Honor my ass!!”

“I'm returning this spear strike to you double!!”