The Supremely Powerful God’s Hand

The Supremely Powerful God's Hand . . .

Xiao Lengyue's countenance grew colder as she witnessed Qin Wentian's mastery of God's Hand, the inheritance of Ancient Emperor Yi. It was a legendary secret art thought to be lost through the ages, and somehow, Qin Wentian had not only acquired it but had kept it hidden from her. Her anger flared, realizing that she had been protecting someone who had now become a formidable threat.

"Bastard," she muttered, her thoughts filled with resentment and a growing desire for vengeance.

Greedwolf, standing by Xiao Lengyue's side, couldn't hide his sharp expression. If that was truly God's Hand, the secret art of Ancient Emperor Yi, then a fearsome storm was about to erupt.

In the City of Ancient Emperors, the palace of Ancient Emperor Yi was well-known. Many experts had entered it, but none had managed to comprehend the blood runes' chant. Yet now, as they witnessed Qin Wentian unleash God's Hand, their expressions turned solemn, and all eyes were fixed on him.

The spectators discussed the heaven-shaking secret art of Emperor Yi, God's Hand, which had allowed him to dominate the immortal realms. Even the experts of the God Extermination Palace, including Ji Lanshan, had frozen expressions as they watched Qin Wentian.

Ji Lanshan, intrigued, inquired about the technique as he focused on Qin Wentian's shimmering palm, which had expanded in size.

Qin Wentian responded with a sly tone, "Why don't you try it for yourself?" His palm radiated a terrifying violet-golden glow, and astral energy flowed into it. Suddenly, a formidable violet-golden long spear materialized within his palm. Wings resembling those of a wind roc sprouted from his back, giving him an aura of dominance over the world.

Xiao Lengyue recognized the power of God's Hand and observed that the spear was formed of countless divine inscriptions. Fearsome runes flowed from Qin Wentian's palms, infusing the spear with boundless power.

As rumbling sounds echoed from Qin Wentian's body, he reached the peak of his strength, enhanced by his immortal battle art. He radiated a threat level nearly equivalent to when he had used the Immortal Vanquishing Swordplay. All of this was a result of the oracular chant of God's Hand, an introductory primer, and not even the complete inheritance. Qin Wentian knew that to fully unleash its true power, he needed far greater strength. This secret art had been used by an ancient emperor to reign supreme in the immortal realms, and even in its introductory form, it was complex and immensely powerful.

Qin Wentian faced a daunting challenge - the ability to achieve instantaneous full-power eruptions was beyond him for now. He had to meticulously condense countless particles of divine energy in advance, following the intricate runic diagrams he had discovered in the underground palace. Throughout his time at the Xiao Sect, Qin Wentian had never misled Xiao Lengyue about God's Hand. Even if he had the intention to teach her, it remained an impossible endeavor. Those unable to unlock the underground palace's mysteries were destined to remain forever unable to grasp the essence of this lost art, even in its basic form.

"I need to end this quickly," Qin Wentian silently contemplated. Maintaining this state consumed an enormous amount of energy, even with his abundance of Yuanfus compared to others. He wasn't certain if he could improve his proficiency with God's Hand once he reached the ninth-level, but he was convinced that mastering the Spiritual Refinement Method to the next level was the key.

A fierce wind blew, and Qin Wentian's body transformed into a true wind roc, soaring as swiftly as golden lightning. In an instant, he charged towards an expert from the God Extermination Palace, specifically the young man who had caused animosity between him and the sect due to his greed.

The young man's expression shifted abruptly. Back then, he couldn't defeat Qin Wentian, let alone now that Qin Wentian had cultivated such a formidable art. He tried to retreat, but Qin Wentian's long spear surged forth, piercing through space with beams of golden light. The young man roared in anger, activating an immortal-ranked weapon to block the attack. However, there was no satisfaction on his face, only disappointment. He had been forced to use an immortal weapon, a source of embarrassment in the City of Ancient Emperors.

Countless eyes watched as the young man's face burned with shame. Qin Wentian taunted him, "Are you even worthy of the title 'genius'? You're just trash who bullies newcomers in the City of Ancient Emperors. The God Extermination Palace is nothing but a pack of parasites."

Ji Lanshan, the sect leader of the God Extermination Palace and a ranker on the Immortal Ascension Rankings, couldn't afford to lose to Qin Wentian. His Thousand Talisman Immortal Text was unleashed to its fullest, conjuring a sword composed of a thousand talismans. He advanced toward Qin Wentian.

Undaunted, Qin Wentian dashed toward his opponent, and Ji Lanshan bellowed, the thousand talisman sword exuding power capable of obliterating heaven and earth. Yet, at the same moment, Qin Wentian's violet-golden long spear, materialized by God's Hand, clashed directly with it. Both weapons shimmered with resplendent runic light as numerous runes collided, generating a tremendous shockwave that tore through space.

Qin Wentian reacted swiftly, unleashing his palm to launch another violet-golden spear brimming with runic might. It targeted the Thousand Talismans Constellation above Ji Lanshan's head.

Spectators marveled at the scene, witnessing Qin Wentian, only a seventh-level ascendant, reach an astonishing level of combat prowess through God's Hand. The sheer might of this secret art left them awestruck.

The onlookers watched, breathless, as the spear pierced into Ji Lanshan's constellation. In an instant, the divine runic light on the spear overwhelmed and completely suppressed the Thousand Talismans Constellation in the air. Ji Lanshan howled in madness, drawing more energy from his constellation in an attempt to break free from the oppressive force.

In this pivotal moment, the colossal form of Qin Wentian, resembling a majestic wind roc, descended upon the scene. With the mastery of God's Hand principles, he unleashed a Star-Seizing Palm Imprint. Previously formidable, the star-seizing palm now exhibited an unparalleled power. Infused with the insights from God's Hand and the Ten Thousand Laws Record, this strike possessed the strength to pluck stars from the heavens and obliterate any obstruction.

Ji Lanshan, shrouded in a boundless radiance, erupted with a furious roar. He summoned an ancient myriad law cauldron radiating supreme destructive energy. The cauldron's inscribed talismans possessed the power to shake the very heavens, making it impervious to harm.

A resounding "BANG" reverberated throughout the surroundings as the earth-shattering palm strike shattered the ancient cauldron. Shockwaves rippled outward, forming a menacing palm shadow that hurtled toward Ji Lanshan.

Despite Ji Lanshan's swift retreat, he could not evade the relentless palm shadow. With a thunderous impact, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his figure propelled away by the force, dispersing a portion of its destructive energy.

The spectators stood in stunned silence, witnessing Qin Wentian employ the might of God's Hand to defeat Ji Lanshan, an Immortal Ascension Rankings ranker.

"God's Hand... it's truly formidable, beyond any doubt," murmured the onlookers, awed by the might of Ancient Emperor Yi's secret art.

The geniuses in the City of Ancient Emperors were no ordinary individuals. Ji Lanshan held an Immortal Ascension Rankings position, even if it was #300+. Defeating him was no easy feat. Yet, Qin Wentian had not only achieved victory but had also leaped two cultivation levels, overpowering Ji Lanshan.

The power of God's Hand left everyone wondering about its true extent.

"Ji Lanshan, your strength isn't enough. I have no significant grudge against your God Extermination Palace. In fact, it was your sect members who initially attempted to bully my junior siblings and me, trying to seize our interspatial rings when we first arrived in the City of Ancient Emperors. It was your actions that provoked my retaliation. Now, Qin Wentian warns you plainly: if you persist, whether you are the descendant of an immortal king or an immortal emperor, I will show no mercy."

Qin Wentian's cold words rang out, and the awe-inspiring aura surrounding him made Xiao Lengyue feel as though she were facing a completely different person. Was this the same Qin Wentian who had silently endured before? The transformation was astonishing.

"Capture him," Xiao Lengyue commanded, her words succinct. The experts of the Xiao Sect surged forward, determined to apprehend Qin Wentian, despite his newfound power.

Qin Wentian, armed with the secret art God's Hand, understood that they would stop at nothing to capture him.

As the experts of the Xiao Sect closed in, Qin Wentian's rage erupted, "Xiao Lengyue, you forced me out of the Xiao Sect when you saw the experts of the God Extermination Palace targeting me. So what's your plan now? I am no longer affiliated with your Xiao Sect. Are you willing to resort to murder for my treasures?"

Xiao Lengyue responded with a cold snort, paying no heed to Qin Wentian's words.

Amidst the tension and the clash of powers, Qin Wentian's voice pierced through the charged atmosphere like a sword. His words were a rebuke, aimed not only at Xiao Lengyue but at everyone present.

"Xiao Lengyue, from the very moment you extended your invitation to join the Xiao Sect, your intentions were shrouded in schemes. What's truly absurd is that I, Qin Wentian, have always upheld honesty and integrity. I've never once deceived you. My words were genuine, not meant to belittle you. Even if the secret art were laid out before your eyes, even if I divulged the cultivation methods, you would remain incapable of mastering it."

Qin Wentian's words weren't merely directed at Xiao Lengyue; they were a challenge to the entire assembly. He pressed on, "The lost art of Ancient Emperor Yi isn't something you can simply grasp. While you may marvel at its might, you have no inkling of its intricacies. If it were truly so effortless, how could it be termed a world-altering secret art? Many among you are descendants of immortal emperors. Tell me, are the secret arts of immortal emperors readily understood and cultivated? Exercise some critical thinking, and you'll grasp the arduous nature of mastering God's Hand."

"Cease your shameless boasting. Are you suggesting that no one in the City of Ancient Emperors can surpass your talent?" Another voice resounded through the air, cutting through the contemplative silence. It belonged to none other than Xuan Xing from the Twin Stars Alliance.

"At the very least, I surpass you by leaps and bounds, Xuan Xing. When we were ensnared in the underground palace, you remained passive, resigned to await your doom. Your only inclination was to devise strategies against me. Meanwhile, I was meticulously deciphering the divine inscriptions, unraveling their enigma, and relentlessly seeking an exit. Ultimately, I led everyone to safety. Yet, you, Xuan Xing, persist in denying your incompetence. You are nothing but a worthless failure," Qin Wentian coldly retorted. "To everyone gathered here, comprehending and cultivating God's Hand necessitates a profound grasp of divine inscriptions. It's a prerequisite. If your understanding lags behind that of Xuan Xing, the inept, then abandon your delusions. While Xuan Xing could decipher the runic diagrams in the underground palace, he couldn't fathom their underlying principles and mysteries."