Chapter 1172: Heavenly Dragon Palm Seal

“You lowly ants from the Lower Five Heavens, it’s about time you stopped.”

As Zhou Yuan and his companions stepped into the barrier node, the leader among the three figures hovering high above a distant mountain peak spoke faintly. His voice, like rolling thunder, boomed across the heavens and earth, causing the mountains below to tremble.

He also unreservedly unleashed his foundational genesis qi of four billion, its oppressive aura spreading far and wide.

“So you are the Saint Son of the Saint Ancestor Heaven?” Zhou Yuan scrutinized the man before him. The man wielded a dark-red spear, and his brawny physique exuded a powerful oppressive aura. While his face was ordinary, his eyes gleamed with a terrifying ferocity and brutality that made one’s heart tremble. He resembled a human-shaped beast. From the oppressive sensation he emanated, it was clear that this person was indeed stronger than the brothers Mi Shi and Mi Shan whom they had encountered previously.

“I am Xiao Yin, the Saint Son of the Saint Ancestor Heaven!” The Saint Son of the Saint Ancestor Heaven pointed his dark-red spear at Zhou Yuan from a distance, grinning with a mix of savagery and condescending arrogance. “Word is you’re the supreme commander of the Lower Five Heavens in this Ancient Origin Heaven? You don’t look like much, though. If I could slay you here, it would be quite a meritorious deed.”

Zhou Yuan gazed at him indifferently, not provoked by his words. He simply turned his head to Li Qingchan and the others, saying, “Go set up the formation flags. Leave this place to me.”

Li Qingchan nodded slightly. “Be careful.”

Immediately, she led her people, flying back without hesitation, scattering to find their positions and deploy the formation flags.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” Seeing this, Xiao Yin let out a sinister chuckle. With a shake of his arm, the dark-red spear roared forth, carrying a surging crimson torrent like a blood wyrm, tearing through the sky with immense genesis qi and directly engulfing Li Qingchan and the others.

However, just as that fierce and aggressive attack was about to enter a thousand-zhang radius of Li Qingchan and her group, a figure appeared like a phantom, blocking their path.

Zhou Yuan clenched his five fingers, and the snow-white brush hairs emerged from beneath his skin, transforming into a gauntlet that covered his fist. With a single punch, he directly collided with the torrent that resembled a blood wyrm. A metallic clang resounded instantly, and the entire void violently warped. The next moment, the blood wyrm spear seemed to let out a mournful cry, shooting back directly, crashing into mountains along its path, piercing through and collapsing them all.

“With only four billion in foundational genesis qi, you dare be so arrogant? Do all the Saint Sons of your Saint Race lack brains?”

Zhou Yuan stared sharply at Xiao Yin, three Heavenly Suns faintly visible behind him. Simultaneously, his foundational genesis qi of 4.3 billion burst forth without reservation. The terrifying genesis qi pressure surged like colossal waves, crashing outwards in all directions.

“4.3 billion in foundational genesis qi?!” Xiao Yin’s pupils couldn’t help but constrict at this sight.

“Moreover, this guy’s genesis qi…” Xiao Yin looked at Zhou Yuan’s platinum-gold genesis qi. Within it, he could sense a unique oppressive force, clearly indicating its high quality.

However, before he could fully process his thoughts, Zhou Yuan had already taken a step, appearing directly in front of Xiao Yin with an expressionless face, and unleashing a punch. With that punch, immense genesis qi howled. From the depths of the platinum-gold genesis qi, a majestic and ancient dragon roar faintly echoed, a sound capable of shaking one’s soul. For this punch, Zhou Yuan directly channeled his 4.3 billion foundational genesis qi. As the punch shot forth, visible ripples spread across the void, followed by spatial cracks that rapidly proliferated.

“Do you think I, a mere lowly ant, fear you?!” Seeing Zhou Yuan’s direct and proactive challenge, Xiao Yin’s face immediately contorted with rage, his eyes filled with indignation. Although the opponent’s 4.3 billion foundational genesis qi was stronger than his own, Xiao Yin had no intention of retreating. The pride of the Saint Race would not allow him to back down before a lowly ant from the Lower Five Heavens.

“Divine Tablet Secret Art!” Xiao Yin roared. His clothes instantly exploded into fragments, revealing a stone tablet tattoo on his chest. The tattoo writhed, emitting a mysterious light, and streaks of light spread rapidly, covering every part of Xiao Yin’s body. At the same time, his foundational genesis qi surged at an astonishing speed! In just a few breaths, his foundational genesis qi reached 4.2 billion!

“Mystic Flood Dragon Divine Fist!” Xiao Yin clenched his five fingers and threw a punch. From his body, the phantom of a flood dragon ascended, then plunged down, merging with his fist force. The next instant, a thousand-zhang-large flood dragon fist-seal, imbued with surging genesis qi, shot straight towards Zhou Yuan. With this punch, Xiao Yin also held nothing back, unleashing his full power.

“How dare you compare your foundation to my Saint Race?!” Xiao Yin roared with laughter. The Raging Flood Dragon Genesis Qi he cultivated was an eighth-grade genesis qi, possessing tyrannical power. Now, supplemented by his secret art, even if the opponent had 4.3 billion in foundational genesis qi, he surely wouldn’t dare to meet this attack head-on.

However… that was merely what he thought.

Facing Xiao Yin’s full-force, ferocious counterattack, Zhou Yuan’s face remained unfazed. He felt the surging World-Suppressing Heavenly Dragon Qi within him, a profound sensation he had never experienced before. Since breaking through to the late Heavenly Sun Stage, this was also the first time Zhou Yuan had truly and completely unleashed his internal genesis qi.

Ancient and majestic dragon roars continuously echoed within his body, washing over his flesh and blood. Amidst those dragon roars, a flash of insight struck Zhou Yuan’s mind, as if he had been enlightened. He suddenly changed his fist into a palm, forming a hand seal with his fingers.

“World-Suppressing Heavenly Dragon Qi…”

“Heavenly Dragon Palm Print!”

The genesis qi cultivated from the Ancestral Dragon Scripture naturally contained powerful techniques. However, often these could only be unearthed and comprehended once the genesis qi reached a certain level. Zhou Yuan vaguely sensed that this genesis art, which had suddenly appeared like a flash of lightning, possessed quite extraordinary power.

The moment Zhou Yuan’s palm print struck, a platinum-gold light array suddenly expanded from his palm. The next instant, the light array tore open, and a colossal ten-thousand-zhang platinum-gold dragon phantom, imbued with indescribable might and oppression, abruptly surged forth. The void itself shattered under the platinum-gold dragon phantom. Thousands of spatial fragments scattered.

The platinum-gold dragon phantom rapidly expanded in Xiao Yin’s eyes. The powerful and dangerous aura it subtly emitted made the hairs on his entire body stand on end. Most terrifying of all, his own flood dragon fist-phantom began to tremble violently, as if in fear. The Mystic Flood Dragon Divine Fist he cultivated required the blood sacrifice of a flood dragon’s soul to possess its fierce might. But now, the residual imprint of his flood dragon was completely suppressed by the platinum-gold dragon phantom.

“Boom!”

At this point, it was too late to change tactics or retreat. So, a fierce glint flashed in Xiao Yin’s eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and crimson flood dragon scales appeared on his body.

“This kid has some tricks up his sleeve. I’ll withstand this attack first, then join them in forming a battle array and use our trump cards to slay him.”

The “them” Xiao Yin referred to were naturally his two clansmen whose foundational genesis qi was around 3.8 billion. Their genesis qi originated from the same lineage, and a secret art allowed them to combine their powers, naturally enabling them to suppress Zhou Yuan. However, Xiao Yin was arrogant. He wasn't willing to immediately combine forces with others; instead, he planned to first rely on his own strength to dampen Zhou Yuan’s spirit!

“I refuse to believe that I, a dignified Saint Son of the Saint Ancestor Heaven, would be inferior to a lowly ant like you!” Xiao Yin’s ferocity was ignited. His speed suddenly surged, and finally, imbued with immense power, he crashed head-on into the roaring platinum-gold dragon phantom.

Rumble!

An incredibly violent genesis qi shockwave raged through the void. The mountain forest below was instantly destroyed, completely leveled to the ground. Li Qingchan and the others in the distance also paused their actions, watching the collision with some shock. This was also the first time they had seen Zhou Yuan make a move since his breakthrough.

They looked up at the void, where Zhou Yuan stood suspended in the air. Before him, the incomparably fierce Xiao Yin also stood, but the shock on Li Qingchan and the others’ faces grew more intense. Because they saw a massive bloody hole directly on Xiao Yin’s chest. The blood hole pierced through his chest, and even platinum-gold genesis qi could be seen wildly eroding within.

Behind them, the two Saint Race powerhouses whose foundational genesis qi was around 3.8 billion also stared at this scene, dumbfounded.

“How… how could this be…”

Xiao Yin looked down at the blood hole on his chest, his face filled with disbelief. He had never imagined Zhou Yuan’s attack could be so terrifying… The life force within his body was rapidly dissipating. Xiao Yin’s eyes welled up with profound unwillingness and terror. He still had techniques he hadn’t used, Saint Pupils he hadn’t activated, and many more trump cards he hadn’t deployed… It shouldn’t have ended like this. He had originally intended to block Zhou Yuan’s attack and then launch a frenzied counterattack… But… now, there was no counterattack.

Xiao Yin roared at the sky, his voice filled with unwillingness and fury. The next moment, his roar abruptly ceased, and his figure, like a toppling golden mountain or a collapsing jade pillar, plummeted from the void, crashing into the earth and creating a deep, massive crater.

Li Qingchan and the others’ mouths hung slightly agape… They hadn't even finished setting up the formation flags! How had the battle already ended?! That was a Saint Son from the Saint Ancestor Heaven! He was actually killed by a single palm strike from Zhou Yuan?!

The two Saint Ancestor Heaven powerhouses behind them also trembled as they watched this scene. At this moment, they could barely restrain themselves from cursing aloud, berating that fool Xiao Yin for his overconfidence. Their original plan was to combine forces using a secret art to attack Zhou Yuan, but now… with Xiao Yin, the leader, dead, what could the two of them possibly combine for?!

“Idiot! Idiot!” At this moment, both of them continuously roared in their hearts.

In the void, Zhou Yuan looked at the lifeless Xiao Yin with an indifferent expression, though a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had a premonition that this Heavenly Dragon Palm Print was extraordinarily powerful, but he hadn’t expected it to be capable of killing him with a single blow. Such power was no less than that of a Seven-Colored Sky-Slaying Sword Light.

Of course, this was likely due to Xiao Yin’s Raging Flood Dragon Divine Fist being precisely counteracted by it. He seemed to have refined a flood dragon’s soul, and precisely for that reason, under the Heavenly Dragon’s oppressive might, it was utterly annihilated. This guy… simply put, he was incredibly unlucky. It just so happened that Zhou Yuan, in a moment of insight, comprehended a genesis art from the World-Suppressing Heavenly Dragon Qi that perfectly suppressed him. However, Zhou Yuan felt this might not be a coincidence. Perhaps it was precisely the provocation of this guy’s flood dragon fist-print that stirred the World-Suppressing Heavenly Dragon Qi…

He shook his head, no longer paying attention, and turned his gaze towards the two Saint Race powerhouses. Seeing this, the two instantly shuddered, turned around, and broke through the barrier to escape. Zhou Yuan didn’t give chase. He merely looked up at a certain spot in the void, where he vaguely sensed a prying gaze. Immediately, a cold smile appeared on his face, and he extended a finger, pointing at Xiao Yin’s corpse on the ground.

Meanwhile, deep within the Saint Evolution Barrier, atop a mountain peak, Jatu gazed at the light screen before him. With an expressionless face, he unleashed a palm strike, and a towering mountain not far away was instantly and silently obliterated.

“Zhou Yuan…” A low voice emerged, its murderous intent so thick it carried the scent of blood.