Capítulo 158: Chapter 11

At this moment, Zhao Wanran, the lord of the Treasure Country, and the others saw the appearance of the primeval gods, and they all trembled with fright, and their bodies were trembling constantly.

Especially when the primeval gods appeared, their eyes, which could be compared to the sun, moon, and stars, gazed down from the sky, and there was no doubt that all the qi in their bodies was locked in an instant.

Even with hundreds of millions of people in the entire Chang'an City, they had no sense of security because the primeval gods had locked onto them, and escaping anywhere was futile.

"It's over. We're finished now. I didn't expect there really was a primeval god," one person exclaimed. He now regretted his decision, wishing he hadn't come to deal with the Tang Kingdom if he had known that primeval gods existed in this world. However, it was too late to change anything, and there was no regret pill to take in this world.

"Why did this happen? We were merely investigating the primeval gods. How did we anger the gods and provoke their true wrath?" someone asked, completely stunned.

He hadn't anticipated that their actions would escalate to this level. Initially, they had been plotting to assassinate the Lord of the Tang Kingdom, but now they were contemplating how to escape from the hands of the gods.

"It's clear that divine power is unpredictable, and the Lord of the Country's actions have clearly blasphemed and disturbed divine power, attracting the pursuit and wrath of the ancient gods," another person trembled as he spoke.

It was Zhao Wanran, the master of the Treasure Country, who had initiated the investigation into the gods, inadvertently causing the primeval gods to awaken and angering them, leading to this catastrophic situation.

"Damn, how could this happen? How could this happen?" Zhao Wanran clenched his fists, his face filled with distress, desperately trying to figure out a way to survive this encounter with the gods.

He had lived for thousands of years and had faced countless challenges, including life-threatening situations, but he had always emerged unscathed. However, at this moment, his mind was blank, and he felt utterly helpless. He had never expected that a routine investigation, something he had done countless times before without issue, would lead to such dire consequences.

"Damn, I won't go down without a fight," the second prince, Zhao Chenhao, snarled with a murderous expression. "A mere primeval god isn't enough to intimidate me. I am the Desert God of Death, responsible for the slaughter of hundreds of millions, maybe even more. I've killed countless beings, but I've never faced a god's wrath. Perhaps today is the day I get to taste the thrill of slaying a god."

He activated his sandstorm glove, unleashing its immense power, creating a raging sandstorm with the potential to obliterate an entire city.

"That's right! Even if it means our deaths, I won't let the gods go unscathed. I refuse to believe that ancient gods are invincible. Let's make our stand!" the eldest prince, Zhao Yubo, shouted. He wielded the world prop known as the Sleepy Bell. As the bell vibrated, it emitted a melodic chime, generating powerful soundwaves that spread across hundreds of miles. Anyone who heard the bell's sound fell into a deep slumber and never woke up, unconscious and lifeless.

And this force also spread towards the primeval gods, attempting to make them pass out as well.

Boom~~ At this moment, the primeval god took action. I saw him bring down his hand from the sky, emitting endless golden light, as if it were a divine palm.

The moment this enormous hand appeared, it covered the entire sky, obscuring the sun and casting a dark shadow with an oppressive aura.

This force was truly terrifying, whipping up fierce winds and howling.

When the power of the two world props came into contact with this enormous hand, they were instantly repelled, unable to get close to the god's body, turning all their power into nothingness.

"Impossible," the eldest prince Zhao Yubo and the second prince Zhao Chenhao were instantly dumbfounded. They knew that they might not be on par with the god in terms of strength, but they hadn't expected the gap to be so vast.

They couldn't even approach the god, and all their extraordinary power was pushed back by the force of the palm.

At that moment, the true extent of the difference between them and the gods became apparent.

Boom!

In the next moment, this palm struck the courtyard where Zhao Wanran, the Lord of the Treasure Country, and the others were located, unleashing unimaginable destructive power.

After all, Xia Chuan was no longer an ordinary person; he had become an extraordinary martial artist, controlling extraordinary power. The strength within him was far more terrifying than it had been at the beginning.

His strength surpassed that of this group of small humans, and as an extraordinary martial artist, he had become even more formidable. Even if this palm was not at full strength, it had devastating effects.

This palm generated intense destructive shockwaves.

"No, no, no!!" Zhao Wanran and the others were stunned and let out a scream of terror, but they couldn't react in time.

Boom~~ In an instant, this palm struck the ground with tremendous force, obliterating the surrounding courtyards and reducing them to rubble. The entire earth collapsed for hundreds of meters.

A clearly visible giant palm print appeared on the earth, surrounded by scorched marks. Countless terrifying cracks appeared, emitting a cracking sound.

Simultaneously, there were deafening shockwaves that spread for hundreds of miles, causing buildings to crumble and crack as they were shaken along the way.

With a single strike, Zhao Wanran and the others were pulverized, turned into a mass of flesh in an instant.

Fortunately, the nearby courtyards were owned by the third prince, Zhao Feng, and not many people lived in the vicinity. Otherwise, many more lives would have been lost or injured due to this strike.

Before his death, Zhao Wanran couldn't believe that he had been struck down by a single palm. He had been an emperor who had ruled the empire for over a thousand years, a master of imperial heart art with supreme combat power, and an extraordinary ninth-order warrior.

But in the face of the terrifying primeval gods, he couldn't resist for even a second and was instantly obliterated.

The once-renowned Lord of the Treasure Country had fallen.