novelraw Chapter 504 - 503: A Single Hair! (8th update!)
Chapter 504 - 503: A Single Hair! (8th update!)
BOOM!
With a world-shaking, thunderous roar, the flame-engulfed Black Dragon, spanning a kilometer, was shattered into countless sparks by the horrifying force in Qin Heng's punch, scattering in all directions!
And the Japanese priest, who had looked down upon the world like a god, was knocked from the heavens like a cannonball by Qin Heng's blow.
Extreme force rained down on the priest, threatening to rip his physical body apart. Yet, within his embrace, a deep black light guarded him, attempting to resist Qin Heng's power!
However, even with this mysterious protection, preserving the priest's physical body was already its limit; he simply could not fend off the terrible force in Qin Heng's punch!
CRACKLE!
Over a thousand meters from sky to ground, the air was completely penetrated. This formed a vacuum pillar a kilometer long with the Japanese priest at its center, as all air within a hundred-meter radius was forced out!
This scene looked as if the void itself had been torn to shreds. It created a demarcation line from sky to earth, dividing them into two distinct parts—immensely powerful!
BOOM! BOOM!!
The expelled air naturally formed countless storms that raged in the sky, turning into tornadoes. This onslaught changed the color of the heavens and earth for more than ten kilometers around, darkening the sun and moon, as if day had turned into night!
BOOM!
BOOM! RUMBLE!!!
The ground shook violently, as if from a severe earthquake. The Japanese priest, falling from the sky, crashed headfirst into a nearby mountain peak over two hundred meters high!
As if the world's most terrifying weapon had detonated, the two-hundred-meter-high mountain peak was shattered by the priest's impact, collapsing halfway and turning into countless rubble!
Thick smoke and stones were swept up into the sky by the subsequent blast, forming a mushroom cloud that rose to the heavens before finally beginning to disperse!
As for the mountain peak, only its bare and rugged lower half remained, completely "amputated" at the waist!
Terrifying!
Truly terrifying!!
The might of a single punch!
So terrifying indeed!!
Whether it was the Myth Organization or the strongest from Mount Olympus, all were stunned by Qin Heng's strength. They stared at the young man floating in the sky, their mouths agape, wanting to exclaim but finding themselves utterly at a loss for words.
Too strong!
Truly too strong!
They were even unsure how to describe it!
That Japanese priest possessed the strength to easily suppress several Semi-Saints. His authority far surpassed theirs, almost comparable to a true Saint's power—practically the pinnacle of strength in this End of Dharma Age!
But before Qin Heng, he was pummeled to dust with a single punch, crashing into the mountain and getting buried among the rubble, his fate unknown!
Moreover, it was obvious that Qin Heng had not used his full strength!
Ning Shuying was still in his arms!
Qin Heng was holding Ning Shuying as he struck. Holding another person while fighting a Saint-level powerhouse would undoubtedly diminish one's strength—this was beyond doubt!
Yet even so, Qin Heng still unleashed a punch that seemed capable of collapsing the heavens, directly knocking the overwhelmingly powerful Japanese priest into the dust!
Extremely terrifying, dominantly strong—it was simply, simply unimaginable!
This feeling was perceived even more intensely by Ning Shuying, held in Qin Heng's arms. She could clearly feel that the hand holding her was as stable as Mount Tai, securing her in his embrace!
Even when his other hand unleashed limitless power with a punch to the Japanese priest's face, the hand holding her remained steady, without the slightest shake!
Such stability was astonishing to the extreme!
It meant that Qin Heng's punch just now was effortless!
Ning Shuying felt an unprecedented sense of security, warmth, and reliance, even forgetting their current situation and subconsciously... snuggling closer into Qin Heng's embrace.
「Not far away, in the woods.」
Cheng Yuyao's beautiful, wide eyes gaped, her mouth forming a perfect circle. Staring at Qin Heng's figure in the sky, she was so utterly shocked she almost bit her tongue off!
"Oh my God! This Qin Heng is so powerful, so strong! What level of cultivation does he have? This is just too exaggerated! Damn! He knocked a Saint down with one punch!?"
Cheng Yuyao, who came from a wealthy and well-mannered family, was so shocked that she blurted out expletives, almost doubting if she was hallucinating.
"Saint Emperor Qin is an Immortal Emperor reincarnated after tribulation!" Su Weiyang said as if it were obvious. "Although Saint Emperor Qin has only reached the peak of the Innate phase for now, with the insights and martial skills of a Saint Emperor, handling a dabbler who somehow reached the Saint level is quite simple."
"But, he—he's so formidable! I... I'm having a hard time accepting this." Cheng Yuyao was still somewhat dazed; Qin Heng, after all, was once a candidate for an arranged marriage with her.
Now, seeing Qin Heng with such heaven-defying power, and possibly even being the reincarnation of a Saint Emperor after tribulation, as Su Weiyang mentioned, her feelings became incredibly complex.
Should I ask Father to arrange another meeting with him after we get back? A thought suddenly occurred to Cheng Yuyao. But she immediately shook her head, her cheeks flushing as she inwardly berated herself, No, no, no, that would be too embarrassing!!
"Now is not the time for your idle thoughts," Su Weiyang interjected, breaking Cheng Yuyao's daydream. "That Japanese priest isn't dead yet."
"What?!" Cheng Yuyao hastily looked up towards the shattered mountain peak.
BOOM!!
The ground trembled violently. Tsunami-like waves rose around Penglai Island, and the rumbling sounds, like thunder, were deafening. The remaining half of the mountain peak collapsed on the spot, turning completely into rubble!
The Japanese priest, shrouded in black fire, shot up into the sky. His eyes were blood-red, and he seemed consumed by murderous intent and fury. He glared at Qin Heng, hair standing on end, gnashing his teeth. "Bastard! Bastard! I want you dead! You must die!! Endure this! This is the wrath of Amaterasu Omikami—"
"Insignificant creature." Qin Heng scoffed. Holding Ning Shuying, he descended, stomped his foot down, and snorted, "Why even bother crawling out!?"
BOOM!
As that foot came crashing down, the Japanese priest didn't even finish his sentence before Qin Heng stomped on him. A terrifying force surged out, instantly unleashing waves of air and whipping up a violent wind!
CRACK!
It was as if something had snapped. The formidable aura of the Japanese priest instantly dwindled, dropping from a level comparable to a Saint down to the Innate realm in the blink of an eye!
At such a level, how could he withstand a stomp from Qin Heng?
SPLAT!
A muffled noise was heard, like a foot stepping into soggy mud!
Suddenly, everyone was stupefied!
They looked at Qin Heng in disbelief!
The Japanese priest—who moments ago had been so haughty and powerful, suppressing a Semi-Saint with mere words—was directly turned into mush by a single stomp from Qin Heng!
Not even bones remained!
How could this be possible!?
Even if Qin Heng was incredibly powerful, he couldn't be terrifying to this extent, could he!?
Everyone present was stunned.
Even Qin Heng himself was a bit surprised. The moment his foot landed, he felt the power in the Japanese priest vanish into thin air, which was why he had turned into mush under his stomp.
HUM!
Suddenly, the void trembled lightly. A bent strand of hair flew out from the Japanese priest's remains, suspending itself in mid-air!
"Worthless!"
The hair shimmered with light, and from within came an authoritative female voice. Immediately afterward, an immense and overwhelming pressure swept across heaven and earth, even more powerful and frightening than the Japanese priest had been!
The people from both the Myth Organization and Mount Olympus were terrified, their faces turning pale.
What in the world!? How could a single strand of hair be so terrifying!? The essence of this momentum seems to surpass even that of a Saint! How is this possible!?
The strand of hair quivered slightly, pointing towards Qin Heng, as the authoritative female voice spoke:
"Mortal Qin Xuantian, I am the Sun Goddess of the land where the sun rises. Will you kneel before me and serve as my divine vassal?"