Chapter 691: Heaven's Retribution!

one to become agitated."Boom..."Fang Yu was about to speak, but suddenly he sensed a surge of extremely powerful spiritual energy!This aura does not originate from within this space, but rather from t...But now, Fang Yu has also ushered in the happy troubles.

So many spells, they all seem powerful. Which one would be most suitable for dealing with this group of martial artists

"All in all, I should choose a weaker one to test the waters first," Fang Yu thought to himself. "With eighteen experimental subjects right before me, this is a rare opportunity. I must take advantage of it and use several spells to determine my level of comprehension of heaven and earth."

Once the idea was settled, Fang Yu quickly chose a spell.

Overlord's Palm.

This spell was created by Lin Batian himself.

Back then, when Lin Batian first created his magical technique, he was extremely excited and took it to the Wan Shu Ge, a specialized institution for evaluating the rank of magical techniques, to have it ranked.

However, the results were far from what Lin Batten intended.

After two years of effort, the Sky-Conquering Palm was only awarded a middling rank.

Lin Batian was furious at the time, believing that he had been targeted by Wanshug Pavilion.

“My spell is so refined and powerful, it should be at least top-grade! How could it be middle-grade” Lin Batian questioned the elder who evaluated ranks from Wanshu Pavilion.

“Your Overlord Palm technique is simple in its principles, but its circulation throughout the meridians is extremely unsmooth. Most importantly, after our tests, we found that according to your technique, using a single spell consumes more than two-thirds of your true qi! This is a fatal flaw, and it should have been directly classified as inferior grade. However, considering my friendship with your master, I am willing to elevate it one rank… As for whether you accept this, that's none of my concern.” The Elder said.

Lin Batian was furious and told Fang Yu the formula of his magic art, asking him to try running it to test it out.

But Fang Yu at that time, because he couldn't harmonize with heaven and earth, thus was unable to operate the Overlord Palm.

"Something that happened two thousand eight hundred years ago can finally be verified today," Fang Yu thought. "I want to see if the Overlord's Palm is as powerful as you claim it to be."

Fang Yu raised his left palm, facing the group of elite warriors below.

At this moment, this group of elite warriors finally reorganized and launched a renewed attack on Fang Yu!

One martial saint-realm warrior, leading the charge, held a long sword and surrounded himself with faint azure true qi as he surged toward Fang Yu.

"Subject, you're it." Fang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, his left palm aimed at the oncoming person.

"Overlord Palm."

Fāng Yǔ silently recited the incantation in his heart while circulating his internal Qi.

"Whoosh!"

The moment the legal spell was completed, the air around them instantly vanished!

A surge of overwhelming power appeared in Fang Yu's palm!

At the center of Fang Yu's left palm, a glimmer of gold appeared.

And then, a blinding light!

"Boom..."

Even before it was struck, this palm already possessed an extremely impressive aura!

"...run...fast!"

Below, among the representatives of noble families watching the competition, someone suddenly shouted.

This roused the others from their astonishment, and they scattered in all directions like frightened rabbits!

The oppressive atmosphere descended in waves!

And at that moment, the Martial Saint who charged at Fang Yu's face turned pale.

"Ah... help..."

The martial saint's eyes widened, wanting to turn around, but it was too late!

The next second, his entire body was engulfed by the golden true qi blasted from Fang Yu's palm.

"Bang!"

Just like a nuclear bomb being launched, Fang Yu himself felt an enormous recoil, being blasted upwards into the air.

"Boom..."

This palm strike's true energy not only engulfed the oncoming martial saint, but also swept up the seventeen elite warriors below!

Golden light pierced the sky, crashing before the Sand God Temple's gates, upon the ground at the foot of the steps.

The ground instantly collapsed, with rocks and debris flying everywhere!

This scene, visible even from a hundred meters away, terrified the onlookers who screamed and scrambled. It felt like the apocalypse had arrived!

They felt the tremor of the ground, the rush of heat!

And the group of aristocratic representatives on the closer platform were crying and running towards the hall, some even being knocked to the ground by the air waves coming from behind.

The golden gleam in the void lasted only two or three seconds before it abruptly stopped.

But these few seconds, for those present who witnessed it firsthand, seemed like an eternity!

That's terrifying!

It's really terrifying!

Such a strike, is it really something humans could unleash!

On the ground, smoke filled the air.

From Fang Yu's vantage point above, he could see that the square before the Sand God Temple had become a gaping chasm!

Fang Yu looked at the pit, then raised his left hand, looking at his palm emitting white gas. For a moment, he didn't know how to react.

"Damn it...Overlord Fist...I should have thought of this earlier!"

Fang Yu gritted his teeth, and in his ear, he seemed to hear Lin Batten's hearty laughter.

The Elder of the Wan Shu Ge is absolutely correct.

Overlord Palm is just a low-level spell!

No, this can't even be called magic.

This is actually a technique that uses a roundabout method to gather a large amount of true energy in the palm instantly, and then unleash it all at once!

If it weren't for Fang Yu, if it were any other cultivator, three out of every four portions of their true qi would have been forcibly extracted!

Is this magic

This is a mandatory talisman!

Once the technique of Batian Palm is initiated, this palm strike becomes uncontrollable and irreversible!

Using Lin Baitian's self-created magical techniques as a test was one of the biggest mistakes he had ever made in his life.

Now, those eighteen so-called elite warriors are probably not even left with a skeleton.

In the distance, on the eaves of Shashén Temple, Qin Yao, whose face was the only one exposed after being almost blown away by the previous blast, had her eyes wide open.

She stared blankly at Fang Yu, her mind a complete void.

This... ; This... what is this...

How could such a casual palm strike be so terrifying

...while looking at Fang Yu's expression now, it seems he is still not satisfied...

Could it be that he still thinks this palm strike isn't powerful enough

What on earth is this person…

Not only Qin Yao, but all the people present who witnessed the power of this palm were stunned, staring blankly at Fang Yu in mid-air.

They had always hoped that the Sand God would descend with his will and punish Fang Yu.

But just now, they thought they had seen the hand of God.

In their imagination, the power of a god's palm was about like this....

"Well... time to get down to business."

Fang Yu shook his head slightly, glanced at Qin Yao on the eaves of Sha Shen Temple, and prepared to fly over.

At that moment, he suddenly caught sight of Yuan Chenglong and the others huddled near the entrance of the Sand God Temple.

Fang Yu smiled faintly and flew towards Yuan Chenglong's location.

"Bang!"

Fang Yu landed right in front of Yuan Chenglong, and the ground beneath his feet instantly caved in!

Yuan Chenglong and his wife, Fu You Sheng and his wife, and Cheng Tianjiao.

The three representatives of Xidu's top families were slumped on the ground, trembling all over, their faces as pale as paper.ng Yu stood still, his expression as usual, not too surprised.He glanced at the guard on his left, then at the one on his right.These guards were also staring at him, their eyes filled with malice."Kn...