Emperor’s Domination

Chapter 801: Gifting Of The Bow

path as the palm continued to descend.

The sword couldnt stop the laws, let alone thinking about slashing the hand. It crumbled instantly. The Sacred Ancestor didnt have the chance to run and was captured instantly.

“Activate!” The ancestor mustered all of his strength to use his strongest merit law in order to escape. Alas, it was useless.

The hand just needed to add some force and that was more than enough to crush all of his dao and laws.

“Crack!” As the palm closed, it crushed the ancestor inch by inch before rendering him into a mist of blood, no chance to scream.

Next, it loomed above the clan and pushed all of the young, old, and women out of the clan.

The fingers then pierced into the earth as it picked up the clan itself.

“Attack!” The rest of the experts – disciples and ancestors – were shocked and used all of their strength to attack the palm, wishing to create a hole in order to escape. Futile it was for the fingers were closing. The result was the total annihilation of the Peng.

Their entire territory became dust and sand with remnants of them scattering to the ground, filling the hole that used to be there.

The ground was flat again, no more buildings and businesses from the Peng. It looked as if they have never existed in the first place.

“Whats going on…” The infants, elders, and helpless women were stunned to see the absence of their clan. Weak beings like them had no idea what was going on.

“No!” A miserable wail of lament came from Upper Factions camp. It was from the Peng Clan Master, Peng Chujun.

He survived this disaster unlike the rest of his clan. The shock made him spit out a mouthful of blood gushing through the air like a rainbow. He fell straight to the ground with his eyes wide open. The anger and sadness left him dead.

The world became quiet. Everyone was frozen, not daring to move in the slightest. All their courage have left their body. Even the ancestors of the clans were no exception.

“An Ascender, or an Eternal?” One ancestor was still trembling and managed to calm his mind.

The rest of the disciples were completely pale, butts first on the ground.

“Ant.” Li Qiye pulled back his hand, not bothering to look at the result of his attack.

The gigantic hand above the royal courts territory dispersed as well. The only thing left telling people that something had happened here was the newly laid soil and debris.

The crowd no longer dared to look straight at him. In fact, if he were to look in their direction, they might be scared to death.

The seven gods from Upper Faction and Sacred Institution felt the same fear.

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