High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System Chapter 1046 - 484: A Slap! (Double-Length)

"Buzz!"

A clear and resonant sound emanated from Jiang Ye’s body.

Tens of millions of star patterns, like awakening stars, emerged from every inch of his limbs and flesh. Red, blue, purple, gold... various star patterns intertwined, like a cascade of stars falling from the sky, covering his entire body, and even forming a dazzling Star River light screen three feet around him.

[Star River Divine Body]!

A True God-level Ultimate Skill of Perfection!

Even just cultivating to the Demigod Chapter, its physical strength and defensive capability have already surpassed the limits of a Tier Four Demigod, reaching the threshold of a True God.

"Boom~"

The river of time was the first to strike, crashing fiercely against the star pattern light screen.

The next moment, something strange happened.

The star patterns circulated, inherently possessing the grandeur of time and space, encompassing all like a vast Star River.

The eroding power of time fell on the light screen, like mud bulls entering the sea, unable to stir even a ripple, instantly assimilated by the power of the Star River.

The following downpour of ice spikes, like torrential rain, bombarded down.

"Crash~" The moment they touched the light screen, they shattered, turning into countless ice fragments, dissipating into nothing under the glow of the star patterns.

Jiang Ye stood at the center of the light screen, his black coat fluttering in the wind, yet not a speck of ice ever touched the hem of his clothes.

Qinggu’s full-force strike was incredibly blocked by him with just his physical body!

"This... is impossible!" Qinggu’s pupils contracted sharply.

His own Dual Laws and Five Great Mysteries couldn’t even break the opponent’s defense?

How could Ye Jiang be so powerful?

"I underestimated you."

"It seems I have no choice but to use that move." In a flash, Qinggu calmed down, then suddenly bit his tongue.

"Divine Secret Technique."

[Life and Death·Ultimate Sublimation!]

A mouthful of vital blood spurted from Qinggu’s mouth, transforming into a bloodline in the air, instantly merging into his body.

This was Qinggu’s trump card, burning vital blood to temporarily break through his own shackles and step into a higher realm.

As the vital blood merged, Qinggu’s aura surged dramatically.

Surpassing Tier Four Peak!

You must know, beyond Tier Four Peak, every bit of progress spans a vast gap, even the slightest difference is like a chasm.

An overwhelming pressure erupted from Qinggu, sweeping across the entire arena, making everyone inside the grand hall feel suffocated.

This was a power beyond the realm of Demigods, enough to crush any Tier Four Demigod.

...

"What’s that?"

"Sublimation Secret Technique?" A trace of surprise flashed in Bai Cantian’s eyes, followed by a soft sigh: "For the sake of victory, Qinggu didn’t hesitate to burn his secret technique."

"The fact that Ye Jiang forced him to this step is truly remarkable."

Bai Cantian shook his head slightly.

Prince Huang frowned deeply, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

"This should be Qinggu’s ace skill."

"Enough to crush Tier Four Peak." Prince Huang sighed secretly: "Junior Brother Jiang, is in danger."

Inside the grand hall, everyone stood up, their eyes fixed on the arena, already certain in their hearts that Jiang Ye was bound to lose.

Red Light gently closed her eyes, a trace of regret flashed in them.

"What a pity."

"No matter what, Ye Jiang, thank you." Red Light thought silently: "To be able to do this, you’ve already restored all the honor for the Crimson Divine Race."

...

On the high platform, the Venerable of the Black Race shook his head, a trace of regret in his tone: "Ye Jiang is incomparably talented, but unfortunately, he met Qinggu who is going all out."

The Venerable of the Royal Family also nodded: "After Qinggu burned his secret technique, he’s at the peak of the Demigod Realm. Unless Ye Jiang has an even more formidable method, this match is already decided."

Venerable Bai’s expression finally showed a trace of fluctuation.

But he still didn’t speak, just fixed his gaze tightly on the projection, wanting to see how far his disciple could go.

...

On the arena, Qinggu’s figure became ethereal, as if merging with heaven and earth.

The Life and Death Laws around him reached unprecedented extremities, one withering, one flourishing, endlessly cycling, each turn carrying the vicissitudes and ruthlessness of time.

It was as if he’d become an embodiment of time, walking step by step, towards Jiang Ye.

"Crash~" With each step he took, a patch of Newborn vegetation emerged on the arena, lush and vibrant.

Yet as the plants grew to their peak, they instantly withered into ash, turning to flying smoke.

Life and death, flourishing and withering, birth and annihilation, played out constantly under his feet, forming a bizarre and terrifying scene.

"Ye Jiang."

"It’s over." Qinggu said softly, his figure vanishing instantly from where he stood.

The next moment, he appeared behind Jiang Ye.

His right hand lifted slowly, gripping in the void.

In an instant, the Life and Death Laws and Cold Frost Laws in the world converged madly, forming a blue-golden giant palm.

The giant palm obscured the sky, thousands of miles wide, its center containing the peak power of a Demigod, as well as the ultimate profound essence of life and death through the ages.

This palm seemed ready to shatter the heavens and earth, freeze space and time.

Jiang Ye was completely enveloped by the giant palm, with no escape and no retreat!

"I’ve won." A sliver of joy flashed in Qinggu’s eyes, he still had the last laugh!

However, just at this moment.

Jiang Ye slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his head, gazing at the overwhelming blue-golden giant palm above.

He didn’t activate any Laws, didn’t deploy any divine abilities, not even enhancing the star patterns.

Jiang Ye simply lifted his right hand.

Tens of millions of star patterns surged madly into his palm, radiating light to the extreme, like a condensed star.

"Whoosh!" He struck with a palm.

This palm had no glamorous effects, no grand visions, simple and unadorned.

"He dares to withstand the peak of Demigod strike with just his body?"

Everyone gasped in shock, unable to believe their eyes.

What confidence, what arrogance was this?

Red Light’s eyes snapped open, filled with astonishment; she wanted to call out a reminder, but found she couldn’t make any sound.

It was too late.

The two palms collided with a thunderous roar, under the eyes of all.

"Boom——!!!"

This explosion was ten times more terrifying than any previous one.

As if two stars collided, the entire Huanglong Divine Hall shook violently.

The three Venerables acted simultaneously, three radiant divine lights shot from the high platform, landing on the arena’s shield.

Only then did the shield stabilize, the runes shimmering brilliantly, without shattering.

Otherwise, the entire divine hall would have been flattened by the terrifying shockwaves of this energy.

"Crack!!" The blue-golden giant palm began to crumble upon touching Jiang Ye’s palm.

Like a delicate porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, a web of cracks spread rapidly.

The Life and Death Laws were dissipated by the power of the star patterns, like startled birds and beasts, unable to coalesce, the mysteries of time rendered illusory, thoroughly crushed to dust.

Utterly defeated!

"No!"

Qinggu let out a chilling scream, filled with shock and unwillingness.

Meanwhile, his figure, like a kite with a broken string, was hurled backward from high above.

"Whoosh——!"

Qinggu’s form streaked across the arena world, trailing a long bloodline. He flew for thousands of kilometers before crashing heavily into the arena’s boundary shield with a dull thud.

"Bang!"

Qinggu’s aura waned to the extreme, like a candle flickering in the wind, about to extinguish at any moment.

The Laws within him were in chaos, his Divine Power exhausted, leaving him with no fight left.

Another palm.

Heavy injury!

On the arena, as the dust settled.

Jiang Ye remained standing where he was, his black coat fluttering in the wind.

The star patterns in his palm slowly retracted into his body, and his aura gradually calmed, his expression as composed as if nothing had happened, as if that palm merely swatted an annoying fly.

Once again, the entire Huanglong Divine Hall fell into a deathly silence.

A pin drop could be heard.

Everyone’s eyes were wide open, their mouths agape, staring at the two silhouettes on the arena, their minds blank, unable to think.

The scene just now had completely overturned their understanding.