Ch. 1814 - One Blade Defeats The Peach Tree, One Fist Shatters The Heavenly Palace

The Heavenly Palace carried immense pressure as it was hurled over, blotting out the sky.

Everyone’s expressions changed drastically.

Someone shouted, “Wang Qianjun, hurry and withdraw the Sun and Moon Scripture.”

Wang Qianjun looked as though he were about to cry. He could no longer maintain his composed demeanor and replied, “The Heavenly Palace has slipped out of my control. I can’t take it back.”

Boom.

The massive Heavenly Palace fell from the sky. The crowd scattered in panic like ants on a hot pan.

The Heavenly Palace was already terrifying on its own. With the added force from the peach tree, the impact became even more violent.

“Brother Xu, let’s run,” Wang Ya shouted as she grabbed Xu Zimo.

“No rush,” Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile. “So this counts as their failure? Then the Peach Banquet slots belong to me.”

“At a time like this, you’re still thinking about slots?” Wang Ya yelled.

Xu Zimo’s eyes flashed with explosive purple light. As demonic energy surged around him, he stepped forward, startling Wang Ya badly.

Before she could say anything, Xu Zimo advanced instead of retreating, sprinting straight toward the Heavenly Palace.

This action left everyone around him stunned.

“Is this guy insane?”

“He’s going to face the Heavenly Palace head-on?”

“That guy,” even the Saint Sons and Saintesses noticed Xu Zimo at this moment.

As the Heavenly Palace descended, Xu Zimo threw a punch.

Black demonic energy surged around his fist, as if the punch carried the might to split heaven itself. His feet stamped firmly on the ground, making the earth shudder violently.

Boom.

At that instant, Xu Zimo appeared incomparably small before the enormous Heavenly Palace.

Yet despite his size, that single punch drew the attention of the entire world.

What kind of punch was it?

The demonic energy on his fist roared, as if evolving into countless worlds, tearing apart all voids.

It did not look massive, yet it was a punch that split heaven itself.

Boom.

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, Xu Zimo’s punch collided directly with the Heavenly Palace.

Rumble, rumble.

The entire Peach Orchard shook violently, and many people found themselves swaying unsteadily.

Cracks like coiling dragons spread across the ground.

“What terrifying force,” someone said gravely.

“So what happened?”

“What else could happen? Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He’s definitely been crushed to death,” a disciple said with schadenfreude.

“No, look. The dust is clearing,” another disciple shouted in shock.

Amid the dispersing dust and mist, Xu Zimo stood calmly with his hands behind his back. His long robe fluttered, his hair flowing freely.

Before him, the massive Heavenly Palace had been smashed into fragments, leaving only traces of fading edicts behind.

“This…” everyone around stood dumbfounded.

“What a tough fist,” someone finally said after a long pause, not knowing what else to say.

“Who is this person? When did Jade Court get such a disciple, and without any reputation at all?”

For a moment, countless people grew even more curious about Xu Zimo’s identity.

At this time, Xu Zimo turned around and looked at the crowd with a smile. “Since you all couldn’t do it, I’ll take the peaches.”

As the saying goes, once you finish singing, it’s my turn to take the stage.

This was his arena.

The Saint Sons and Saintesses looked at one another. Shen Hongrong smiled faintly and said, “If Junior Brother has the ability to pluck the peaches, I’ll personally hand over the slot.”

“Good,” Xu Zimo laughed loudly.

He slowly drew Shadow Tyrant from his back, his gaze fixed on the towering Earth-Heart Mother-Thunder Peach Tree.

“Do you think he can do it?” Shen Hongrong asked with interest.

“What, Senior Sister has taken a liking to him?” Wang Qianjun narrowed his eyes.

Having his Heavenly Palace shattered had left Wang Qianjun in a foul mood.

“If he can pluck the peaches, wouldn’t it be normal to take an interest in him?” Shen Hongrong shot back.

Demon Peak scratched the back of his head and said, “I don’t really know him, but that punch earlier was strong.”

Zhao Qiuyi, who had remained silent, stared at Xu Zimo’s back and said, “His blade is very strong.”

She recalled how, while chasing the Spacetime Peach Tree earlier, Xu Zimo’s single slash had forced it to stop fleeing.

That was her assessment.

“Interesting. With the Peach Banquet approaching, Jade Court is getting livelier by the day,” Shen Hongrong said with a smile.

“You still have the mood to laugh? Our Peach Banquet slots are about to be taken,” Saintess Qing replied.

“It’s just peaches. Besides, whether he can actually take them is another matter,” Shen Hongrong said calmly.

…

“Nine Hells Descent,” Xu Zimo said as he slowly raised Shadow Tyrant.

The blade seemed as though it had been pulled straight from the depths of the Nine Hells. Black, sinister energy coiled around the blade, like endless worlds and the underworld itself.

The entire blade embodied only one law. death.

Xu Zimo looked like death itself incarnate.

When the blade fell, everyone’s vision blurred.

It felt as though it was not a blade descending, but the underworld itself.

Sensing imminent danger, the peach tree’s trunk surged violently. Countless bolts of lightning roared as lightning whips lashed toward Xu Zimo’s blade.

Bang, bang, bang.

Yet the blade’s edge was incomparably sharp. No matter whether it was branches or lightning, everything was cleaved cleanly in two.

The peach tree seemed enraged.

The three peaches atop it erupted with brilliant light simultaneously. The originally purple lightning began transforming into black lightning.

That black lightning carried an aura of destruction that made people’s hearts tremble.

“That’s the Thunder of Death,” someone said.

This thunder was no ordinary force. It was said that once released, it could annihilate everything.

Legend had it that the Thunder of Death only emerged when an entire world shattered.

As soon as it appeared, people instinctively retreated, afraid of being caught in the aftermath.

The surging Thunder of Death gathered together, eventually forming the shape of a celestial spear.

Blade and spear collided.

Terrifying power surged like a raging sea.

Rumble, rumble.

Two extreme forces compressed together before colliding violently.

Ear-splitting explosions rang out as blinding blade and lightning light burst forth.

At that moment, many people did not even dare to look directly.

When the blade light devoured everything, even the celestial spear could not withstand it.

Expressions shifted across the crowd.

“Even that couldn’t stop him?” someone murmured.

“How does he compare to the Saintess?”

At this moment, some people were even beginning to compare Xu Zimo to Ye Qingcheng.

More people, however, remained silent.

At last, as the blade light faded and the thunder dissipated, Xu Zimo’s strike was ultimately blocked.

But the peach tree had also suffered enormous loss. Its lightning was nearly exhausted, and many branches looked almost withered, as though it had truly endured a great calamity.

Xu Zimo withdrew his blade and looked calmly at the peach tree.

Smiling, he said, “It’s no small feat that you could block one of my strikes. A special existence like you should not have been born against the will of heaven. I don’t wish to destroy you.”

“Let the peaches fall.”

“Otherwise, when the next blade comes, you won’t just lose branches. You’ll lose your life.”

As soon as these words fell, the entire peach tree began to tremble violently.

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