85: Killing the patriarch with a single slap—is that what you call having a little knowledge of martial arts?

"Slightly good at fighting?"

Atop the Blood Coffin, the withered figure shrouded in Death Qi slowly raised his head.

He revealed a terrifying face that resembled a skeleton.

Within his two hollow eye sockets, two clusters of eerie green ghost fire burned, locking onto Li Daoxuan.

"What arrogance!"

The Taichu Old Ancestor's voice was hoarse and piercing, sounding like two rusty iron plates rubbing together.

"A mere junior, relying on a bit of brute strength, dares to act insolently in my Taichu Holy Land!"

"And even dares... to disturb my slumber!"

"Today, I shall take your Imperial Body's essence blood to extend my Lifespan by ten thousand years!"

"Roar—!!!"

An earth-shattering roar erupted.

The Taichu Old Ancestor's shriveled body instantly expanded, transforming into a thousand-zhang-tall Devil God Dharma Aspect that reached the heavens!

Towering Death Qi surrounded him, and behind him, a sea of blood and mountains of corpses seemed to float. That Quasi-Emperor's might exploded without reservation, tearing the clouds in the sky to shreds!

"The Old Ancestor is mighty!"

"Kill this Devil Head!"

In the distance, the surviving Disciples of the Taichu Holy Land saw this scene and immediately acted as if they had been injected with chicken blood, shouting and cheering frantically.

In their eyes, once the Old Ancestor appeared, who could compete?

Below the level of Quasi-Emperor, all were mere ants!

This Youth in White Robes, who didn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth, was dead for sure!

However.

Faced with that terrifying power sufficient to change the color of heaven and earth.

There was not a single ripple of emotion on Li Daoxuan's face.

He even had the leisure... to shake his head.

That look was filled with disappointment.

It was like a max-level boss looking at a newbie who had just left the starter village but thought himself invincible under heaven.

"Is that it?"

Li Daoxuan curled his lip. His voice wasn't loud, yet it spread clearly across the entire scene.

"And here I thought you had some real skill."

"Turns out you're just a half-baked amateur who burned his Lifespan to forcibly activate a Dharma Aspect."

"Too weak."

"Honestly, too weak."

"You aren't even worthy of being a sparring partner for my Disciple."

"You..."

The Taichu Old Ancestor was so enraged that his three corpses jumped. Fire nearly spewed from his skeletal face.

He had sealed himself for tens of thousands of years and finally managed to wake up, only to be publicly mocked as "too weak"?

This was more painful than killing him!

"Brat! You seek death!!"

The Taichu Old Ancestor went completely berserk.

His thousand-zhang-tall Devil God Dharma Aspect suddenly raised a giant palm that obscured the sky. Within the palm, suns, moons, and stars flickered out, and the Laws of the Great Dao collapsed!

"Die for me!!!"

That palm, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, slammed down toward Li Daoxuan's head!

Space shattered inch by inch under this palm!

The earth wailed and trembled under this palm!

This was the wrathful strike of a Quasi-Emperor!

It was enough to shatter a star!

The powerhouses of the Central Province watching from afar turned pale under this pressure, retreating repeatedly for fear of being caught in the aftermath.

"It's over... it's really over this time..."

"Even a true Void Refining stage powerhouse would have to temporarily avoid the brunt of this palm, right?"

"That Youth in White Robes was too arrogant. To provoke a Quasi-Emperor is simply seeking death!"

However.

Just when everyone thought Li Daoxuan was about to be crushed into meat paste.

Li Daoxuan moved.

He didn't bring out any earth-shattering Magic Treasure.

Nor did he perform any world-destroying Divine Ability.

He merely slowly raised his right hand.

Facing that sky-obscuring giant palm descending from the heavens, capable of shattering stars.

Lightly.

A single slap.

He swung it.

The movement was very casual.

Very perfunctory.

Like... shooing away a fly hovering before his eyes.

"He's crazy! He must be crazy!"

"Trying to use a bare palm to clash with a Quasi-Emperor's Dharma Aspect? Does he think he has the Archaic Sacred Body?!"

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

The crowd cried out in shock.

However.

In the next second.

An extremely absurd scene occurred, one that made everyone's eyes nearly pop out.

"Slap—!!!"

An incredibly crisp and loud... sound of a slap.

Suddenly echoed through the clouds!

That sound was even louder than the thunder from before!

Li Daoxuan's seemingly fair and slender palm collided lightly with that sky-obscuring Devil God's giant palm in mid-air.

There was no explosion.

No stalemate.

Not even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation leaked out.

At the moment of contact.

The Taichu Old Ancestor's thousand-zhang-tall, seemingly indestructible Devil God Dharma Aspect.

Was like a balloon pricked by a needle.

With a "pfft" sound.

Starting from the hand, it shattered inch by inch!

Next.

The arm, the shoulder, the chest... the speed of the collapse was too fast!

So fast that the naked eye couldn't even capture it!

"No... this... what power is this?!"

For the first time, an expression of utter horror appeared on the Taichu Old Ancestor's skeletal face.

He wanted to run.

But he found that an indescribable, terrifying power had already followed his Dharma Aspect and instantly locked down his physical body and Divine Soul!

He was like an insect frozen in amber, unable to even move a pinky finger!

He could only watch helplessly as his Dharma Aspect crumbled like a sand sculpture under the opponent's seemingly casual slap!

Finally.

"Bang."

A muffled thud.

That overbearing Quasi-Emperor Dharma body, along with the shriveled physical body inside the Blood Coffin.

Under the watchful eyes of the public.

Exploded violently!

Turning into a cluster of... blood mist that filled the sky!

Along with it, his Divine Soul was completely shattered and obliterated under that single slap!

A Quasi-Emperor Old Ancestor who had sealed himself for tens of thousands of years and had just awakened.

Just like that... with one slap... was slapped to death?!

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The entire world seemed to have its pause button pressed.

The wind stopped blowing.

The clouds stopped moving.

Even the dust floating in the air froze in mid-air.

In the distance, those Taichu Holy Land Disciples who were just frantically shouting and cheering now had their mouths wide open, like ducks being strangled, unable to make a sound.

The Central Province powerhouses watching the battle were even more so as if they had seen a ghost, their bodies stiff as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

One slap... slapped a Quasi-Emperor to death?!

Is this even real?!

This had already exceeded the scope of their understanding!

This was clearly a plot that would only appear in myths and legends!

In mid-air.

Li Daoxuan slowly withdrew his palm.

He looked at his still fair, clean, and spotless hand, and seemed to frown slightly in dissatisfaction.

Then.

As if nothing had happened, he gently wiped his hand.

As if what he had just slapped to death wasn't a Quasi-Emperor, but a fly that had accidentally landed on his hand.

He turned around and looked at his Disciples and followers behind him, who were completely petrified, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.

He revealed a kind and innocent smile.

"My apologies."

"Just now... I seem to have used a tiny bit too much strength."

"I usually neglect my Cultivation and only know some superficial martial arts."

"I have... made a fool of myself before you all."

"Forgive my clumsy display."

The entire audience: "..."

Everyone's heart was screaming frantically:

You call this knowing a bit of martial arts?!

If you went all out, would you be able to slap the sky to pieces with one palm?!

You call this a clumsy display?!

Are you trying to make us so ashamed that we commit suicide on the spot?!