A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

The shouts of the people inspired everyone around them.

Tens of thousands of source forces surged into the sky, coalescing to form a giant source force protective shield.

Even though everyone was unsure whether they could withstand the golden palm.

But even the slightest chance brings a glimmer of hope.

This barrier of source energy gathers the full strength of the people of Jiangcheng.

With a heart full of trepidation, I stared intently at the rapidly descending golden hand.

The scene was completely quiet, with no noise except for the sounds of breathing and rapidly beating hearts.

Old Weng coldly replied, "The desperate struggle of a group of ants."

In an instant, the golden palm crashed down, colliding violently with the massive source energy.

There was no evenly matched contest as imagined; it was more like throwing an egg against a rock.

This is a seemingly massive and incredibly sturdy source energy barrier that gathers the power of Jiangcheng.

The moment it touched the golden hand, cracks appeared and the barrier shattered.

The dazzling golden light shone directly into everyone's eyes.

Tens of thousands of people worked together to resist, using all their source energy to form a source energy barrier.

It didn't even last a single breath before it shattered into pieces like glass upon contact with the golden palm.

People's last hope was completely shattered.

In the limited time available, there wasn't enough time for them to react at all, not even enough time to say a word.

Many people silently closed their eyes, unable to bear looking directly at the dazzling golden light.

In that moment of crisis, a familiar voice rang in Chen Yue's ears.

The sound brought him an unprecedented sense of peace.

"Disciple, I'll borrow your body for a moment."

Qingxuan's body appeared beside Chen Yue at some point, and a phantom transparent hand lightly landed on Chen Yue's head.

Chen Yue said frankly, "It's up to you, Teacher Qingxuan."

With Chen Yue's permission, Qingxuan merged into Chen Yue's body and gained temporary control of the body.

In an instant, Chen Yue's temperament underwent a dramatic change, and his appearance also changed slightly.

His eyes turned bluish-black, and a delicate, small, reddish-black hammer-shaped mark appeared in the center of his brow.

Upon closer inspection, the surface appears to be a continuously burning, raging fire that never ceases.

Due to Qingxuan's powerful soul force, Chen Yue's aura surged to an unprecedented level.

A vast amount of source energy surged in from all directions, eventually converging in Jiangcheng, seemingly for Chen Yue's sole use.

With a wave of his hand, the vast city of Jiangcheng was completely enveloped by a powerful source force, as if it were isolated from the world, making the outside world unable to detect the existence of Jiangcheng.

The moment the source energy erupted, the sky darkened and the earth trembled.

Qingxuan stretched his body, and this long-lost feeling filled him with immense joy.

Once you've adapted to the state of your soul, returning to the physical body always feels unreal and unreal.

His every move exudes an overwhelming power.

After the Pure Mystery entered his body, Chen Yue's meridians and source sea underwent tremendous changes.

His cultivation level surged to the Saint Realm in an instant.

Chen Yue could clearly feel the tremendous changes that were taking place in his body.

With his Saint Realm cultivation, he had already reached the pinnacle of the Tianyuan Continent.

Looking at those Source Masters who had attained enlightenment and condensed their source, Chen Yue saw them as dust floating in the air, easily blown away.

What difference is there between a Source Being of the Spiritual Abode Sun Wheel Realm and a larger speck of dust?

Chen Yue fantasized about how wonderful it would be if he could maintain his current Saint Realm cultivation level forever.

Imagination is just imagination; it's not reality. The moment Qingxuan leaves his body, the changes will immediately disappear, and his cultivation will return to the fifth level of the Condensation Source Realm.

Qingxuan glanced at the golden palm, his expression remaining calm.

A giant hammer formed from source energy suddenly appeared in his hand, its shape exactly the same as the mark between his eyebrows.

Qingxuan shook the giant hammer in his hand, sighed softly, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"It's just similar in appearance."

Upon seeing the giant hammer, Chen Yue couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Although it was just a fake formed from source energy, Chen Yue could still imagine its power back then.

"Teacher Qingxuan, is this the imperial weapon you used back then, the Heavenly Meteor Blazing Hammer?"

Qingxuan smiled knowingly, "It is an imperial weapon, and also my most important partner in driving away the alien races."

Looking back, he annihilated a million alien races with a single hammer blow and fought three alien emperors in a bloody battle, all thanks to the imperial weapon, the Heavenly Meteor Blazing Hammer, in his hand.

The real Heavenly Meteor Blazing Flame Hammer shattered into eight pieces. Except for one piece which Chen Yue bought at the Jiangcheng Auction House, the whereabouts of the other seven pieces are unknown.

What he held in his hand at that moment was merely an old companion that Qingxuan had condensed from his memories.

Amidst raging flames, Qingxuan gripped the Heavenly Meteor Blazing Hammer and slammed it towards the golden palm.

Surprisingly, the Heavenly Meteor Blazing Hammer had not even touched the golden palm, nor even the flames burning on the hammer.

The sheer force of the hammer blows from the Heavenly Meteor Blazing Hammer was enough to overwhelm him, and the golden palm vanished silently.

The golden palm that nearly destroyed Jiangcheng was easily dealt with by Qingxuan without breaking a sweat.

"Too weak." Qingxuan shook his head in disappointment.

The Heavenly Meteor Blazing Hammer retracted its source power, transforming into wisps of source power that returned to the Sea of ​​Origin.

The moment the golden palm disappeared, it was noticed by Elder Weng.

He had clearly seen Chen Yue wielding a giant hammer, swinging it at the rapidly descending golden hand.

Before he could even see what had happened, the golden hand vanished without a trace.

Old Man Weng's right hand trembled violently uncontrollably, and the aura emanating from his entire body was disrupted by this sudden attack.

The energy walls between the seven sun discs were also affected, flickering and becoming extremely unstable.

Qingxuan looked at Elder Weng without making any expression; his cold, dark blue eyes seemed to see through everything.

Old Weng stopped his trembling right hand, looked up at Chen Yue with a complex look of doubt in his eyes.

The way Chen Yue looked at him was clearly the look of a superior looking down on the weak.

At this moment, Chen Yue gave him an even stranger feeling. The aura emanating from him made him feel a deep-seated fear, and he even wanted to kneel down.

Old Weng shook his head vigorously, not understanding what he was thinking.

Although Chen Yue was just as calm, sharp-tongued, and witty as he is now, he did not instill any fear in him.

It's clearly the same person, so why are the impressions I have of him so different before and after?

Why did the aura around him change so drastically?

Old Man Weng stared intently at Chen Yue, trying to see through his cultivation level.

With just one glance, Old Man Weng's soul was severely damaged, and he suffered a splitting headache and unbearable pain.

He was holding his forehead, breathing rapidly and abnormally.

"What strange thing happened to this kid?"

"Why...why did it turn out like this?"

If he remembered correctly, it was Chen Yue who had neutralized the golden palm earlier.

How could a sevenfold attack from the Sun Wheel possibly be broken by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child?

But why couldn't he see through Chen Yue's cultivation level?

Just one glance was enough to trigger a mental attack.

Old Weng's brows were furrowed, and his mood was indescribably heavy.