Chapter 440: Solved with One Palm

Palm strikes, Divine Abilities.

While others' brilliance dazzled, Lu Ye's palm strikes appeared completely unremarkable.

And he just threw out a single palm.

Others were going all out.

The two sides collided in a flash.

The entire small space shuddered faintly. Though the palm strikes seemed unimpressive—the kind anyone might throw—the moment they touched the radiant divine light, they wiped it out.

Total obliteration!

Every glimmer of light touched by the palm strikes was utterly pulverized.

Not just one or two Divine Abilities.

All of them!

Whatever methods the opponents employed, whether they were at the peak of the Longevity Realm or the Nine Extremes Realm, they crumbled completely under Lu Ye's palm strikes.

The palm strikes, with their inescapable speed, then smashed ruthlessly into the bodies of these young cultivators.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of blood gushing from their mouths rang out almost in unison.

A distinct palm print appeared on each of their bodies. They didn’t even get knocked back, for the force of the palm strikes—from impact to explosion—was controlled with perfect control.

Lu Ye had originally planned to fight them one by one, narrowly winning each time, so that this group would continuously supply him with Origin Stones.

But then he reconsidered—how many Origin Stones could they really offer?

With that time, he might as well hunt for hidden treasures directly. Why bother with a bunch of kids?

So he changed his mind on the spot.

A quick and brutal lesson would make these youngsters deeply understand the gap between them and him.

None of them were sent flying, yet they kept puking blood incessantly, one after another, their faces flushed crimson. Some even bled from all seven orifices.

Just one palm!

They stared at Lu Ye in disbelief.

What... what the hell?

What just happened?

Why was it like this?

His strength—he’d only just reached the Longevity Realm? Yes, they knew Lu Ye could punch above his weight.

But they could too!

Lu Ye could battle opponents two realms above his own, while they could only fight across one. They were already a full realm above him to begin with!

Logically, their strength should have been roughly on par with Lu Ye's.

Then how...

How did things turn out this way?

One palm strike!

The palm strike multiplied!

Fifty-plus cultivators coughed blood simultaneously. Every Divine Ability that met it shattered like eggs against stone.

No—more like moths to a flame, instantly reduced to ashes.

How could the gap be this vast?

Even Nine Extremes Realm experts were spewing blood.

Lu Ye stepped out of the miniature realm and glanced at these people, too broke to mount a decent challenge against him. He shook his head slightly.

Poorer than me, truly...

He was gone.

The energy screen faded, revealing the scene within.

Lu Ye's figure had vanished without a trace.

He set off to hunt for secret hoards.

While 60k Origin Stones wasn't chump change, for him, it wasn’t enough—nowhere near enough.

The Primordial Power's dominance went without saying. Precisely because it was so formidable, it was a bitch to convert.

While others might fully restore their energy with ten Origin Stones, he needed a hundred—or even more.

If others could absorb a strand of energy with one Origin Stone, he burned through ten, sometimes a hundred.

Lu Ye clearly understood this, which was why he was so desperate for Origin Stones.

After Lu Ye left,

the others who hadn’t participated, along with the guards, quickly gathered around.

"Pfft!"

The blood-spewing continued unabated.

These so-called prodigies pushed their limits, yet none could suppress the residual palm force Lu Ye had left behind. That energy rampaged through their meridians, continuously inflicting wounds and forcing them to spit blood.

Gush after gush.

They bled like stuck pigs, splattering uncontrollably.

"Li! You good, man? How'd they get wrecked this fast? Weren't they just heading in?"

Someone burst out the question.

"*Cough*... One strike... *cough*..."

With every two words spoken, he coughed up mouthfuls of blood, nearly suffocating on it.

One of the cultivators swallowed a recovery pill, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and barely managed to steady himself.

"He only struck once, yet all our attacks were shattered. That single palm strike hit us all, and its power refuses to dissipate—it keeps dealing damage—pfft!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

One palm?

One palm felled over fifty prodigies?

Are you joking?

"I'll stabilize you first!"

A Void Realm cultivator stepped forward, channeling his True Essence into the wounded man’s body in an attempt to destroy Lu Ye's lingering energy.

Yet the moment his power met Lu Ye's, it shattered instantly.

"How is this possible? Even my strength can't overcome this force?" The Void Realm cultivator turned pale with shock.

How terrifyingly pure was that True Essence?

The bystanders' faces paled again.

"This can't be!"

Another Void Realm expert stepped forward.

Even this Void Realm master furrowed his brow and cautiously sent forth his energy. But the instant his True Essence touched Lu Ye's force, it too was instantly destroyed.

His frown deepened, and he could only pour even more power into the effort.