Chapter 730 - 390: Beaten to Tears
Chapter 730: Chapter 390: Beaten to Tears
"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"
"Your Holiness, don’t panic, the array is complete!"
The giant hammer fell, like the entire sky was collapsing. Although it was aimed at Qiu Zhihe, its power was so immense that it inevitably shrouded the entire Celestial Tao Fighting Arena.
Wu Zheng was terrified, his voice hoarse from fear. The surrounding Imperial Army simultaneously wielded their magical artifacts, activating dozens of guardian arrays on the high platform.
Plus the defense arrays already present in the Celestial Tao Fighting Arena, which made Wu Zheng feel slightly at ease.
At this moment, he regretted it immensely; had he known, he wouldn’t have been so curious.
"Heavens, calm your wrath!"
"The sky is falling!"
"Save us!"
With the sound of giant creaks, the sky in the shape of a hammer slowly tilted, like the hand of a deity, with an irresistible force, pressing down on all beings, upon Qiu Zhihe!
The cultivators in the stands were all pressed to the ground, even the Nascent Soul Great Cultivators struggled to stand upright.
Countless people deeply regretted; they should have fled earlier with the low-tier cultivators and mortals.
Now, it was too late.
"Master!"
Liu Xiaotang screamed, bleeding from all seven orifices.
A Half-Step Divinity Transformation, had already transcended the secular, stepping into the realm of deities.
If this sky hammer were to fall, the entire Celestial Tao Fighting Arena would be leveled.
No one could move, they could only cast their despairing eyes on the petite figure on the battle platform.
She was the opponent who made Su Hongling use her full strength, and now the only hope for survival lay with her.
Although, this hope was faint.
"The power of a Celestial God is irresistible!"
Countless people lamented.
Qin Gengyun’s muscles were knotted, his hair standing on end, holding Yun Wu tightly in his arms.
"My dear!"
Suddenly, that petite figure lifted her foot, and took a step upward.
Step by step, she slowly ascended into the air.
In the void, there was nothing, yet she climbed as if on steps, strolling towards the descending sky hammer.
The sky in the shape of a giant hammer tilted, covering the sky and earth.
The dainty, cold figure walked gracefully upwards.
The vastly different entities were slowly closing in.
Soon, the dainty figure "walked" to the front of the giant hammer sky, extending her small, fair, delicate hand.
Like an ant trying to stroke a dragon.
As if an ant wished to uproot a great tree.
Everyone widened their eyes, watching this bizarre scene.
In a myriad of shocked and bewildered gazes, the ant touched the dragon, the ant grasped onto a great tree.
In the next instant, dazzling light burst forth, causing everyone to involuntarily close their eyes.
Boom!
An enduring, grand sound echoed, like ancient bells and morning drums, striking at everyone’s heart.
Then, everything was silent.
Liu Xiaotang suddenly felt all the pressure vanish, she slowly opened her eyes, and immediately gasped.
Standing in the air was the petite woman holding a hammer.
The hammer was neither large nor small, just right in her hand, obedient, gentle.
The sky hammer, which seemed like it would crush the land, had disappeared.
The darkness was gone, the sky was clear and bright, the sun was shining beautifully.
Everything felt like a dream.
Upon waking, no one dared to move.
People looked at each other.
"What just happened?"
"Was it an illusion?"
"No way, my nose is still bleeding!"
"Look quickly!"
In the Celestial Tao Fighting Arena, cries of astonishment arose, and people turned to the woman holding the little hammer in the air.
She had a lovely round face, brows like new moons, eyes like crescent almonds, a prominent aquiline nose, lips like red cherries, icy and unparalleled beauty.
Her enchanting eyes, like shimmering water, flowed like a clear spring, casting glances like smoke.
She was petite, slender-waisted, but with an extremely pronounced figure.
Truly a childlike face with an alluring body, delicate yet ripe.
Such an incredibly beautiful face paired with that alluring figure left people dazzled, not knowing whether to be infatuated with the face, or enchanted by the body.
"Qiu Zhihe?"
"Is it Qiu Zhihe?"
Everyone stared blankly at the supreme beauty in the air.
Then came countless affirming voices:
"Of course it’s Qiu Zhihe!"
"If it wasn’t the second in the Beauty Ranking, who else could exhibit such celestial beauty?!"
"No wonder Ye Xiyue and Su Hongling took a back seat to her!"
"To see such beauty in one’s lifetime is to have no regrets!"
"Dog Qin, it’s irreconcilable between us!"
On the high platform, the Western Emperor’s eyes were almost popping out.
"Such a beauty, such a beauty... should be my empress, should be my empress!"
On the other side of the high platform, Su Longxiang’s eyes bulged even wider:
"Is this Qiu Zhihe? How stunning is she? Damn, I’ve never seen such an enchanting woman!"
"Damn! Wait, how did Hongling’s hammer get taken by her?!"
"How is that possible?!"
Finally, someone snapped out of the trance induced by Qiu Zhihe’s shocking celestial beauty.
Just now, Su Hongling’s strike had exceeded worldly limits, none could withstand it in the Eastern Cultivator, West Imperial, South Demon, or Northern Wilderness within the Four Domains.
Yet, Qiu Zhihe effortlessly neutralized this overwhelming strike.
"She not only dazzles the world with her beauty but also suppresses it with her cultivation?"
"Who is she really?"
"Give me back my hammer!" Amidst the exclamations, Su Hongling’s voice resonated from the heavens, as a giant palm covering half the sky struck down on Qiu Zhihe.
"All show and no substance." Qiu Zhihe spoke indifferently, lifting the hammer to strike at the huge palm.
"Ouch!"
"You dare to use my hammer against me?!"
"Ah! You’re still coming?!"
"Ow, damn it, I’ll fight you to the death!"
Lightning and thunder collided, countless bolts converged, the tall, beautiful figure appeared, holding endless thunderbolts, slashing at Qiu Zhihe.
Ouch!
Qiu Zhihe struck the thunder apart with a hammer, then knocked it on Su Hongling’s head.
"You, you..."
Su Hongling held her head, incredulously looking at Qiu Zhihe:
"You’re only at Nascent Soul Peak, how can you beat my Half-Step Divinity Transformation? Ah!"
Ouch!
Dear mother!
Qiu Zhihe hammer by hammer, hitting Su Hongling until she fell from the sky, crashing the battle platform.
"In my presence, cultivation is irrelevant." Qiu Zhihe spoke indifferently, continuously hammering, the battle platform collapsed, and Su Hongling was hammered down further.
Su Hongling was hammered into the ground, the surface forming a human-shaped crater.
"Stop hitting!"
A trembling, fair hand stretched out from the pit, shakily waving.
"I... I surrender..."
The hammer in Qiu Zhihe’s hand finally stopped.
Su Hongling crawled out from the pit, with a bruised face covered in lumps, glaring at Qiu Zhihe with resentment:
"You’re not human, boo hoo, I’m not playing anymore! Boo hoo!"
Qiu Zhihe tossed the hammer back to her, lifting her chin slightly, her almond eyes icy:
"Since you surrender, does our wager count?"
"Am I, Su Hongling, someone who goes back on their word?! Boo hoo..."
Su Hongling, wiping her eyes, prostrated on the ground, speaking to Qiu Zhihe:
"This servant greets the Mistress... Can I have fewer children, please?"