Just the second move, and the ancient coffin elder was already showing signs of defeat.

Dugu Changkong’s face remained indifferent, not even blinking, as if such events were too mundane to stir him.

Within the barrier, a faint golden light flickered in the eyes of Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, their minds replaying the scene of Dugu Changkong’s strike repeatedly.

The true essence and Dao rhythm of the Eight-Part Dragon Palm were imprinted on their souls.

How much they could comprehend depended on their own fortune.

“The third move, as fierce as a dragon, yet not losing its agility.”

Another palm strike was delivered, transforming into a colossal dragon thousands of feet long, charging forward with unstoppable momentum.

“Break!”

The ancient coffin elder’s face changed drastically. Ignoring his wounds, he formed seals with his hands, condensing a spear-shaped law force in front of him, which he thrust forward.

The sharp spear and the dragon formed by the palm force were about to collide head-on, a contest of Dao power.

Unexpectedly, the dragon twisted its body, using a flexible force to entangle the spear, avoiding its fiercest attack.

Then, the dragon bit down on the middle of the spear, snapping it in two, and the ferocious force dissipated instantly.

“Retreat!”

In an instant, the ancient coffin elder was shocked and tried to dodge.

But it was too late.

Even though he tore through the void to escape, fleeing tens of thousands of miles away in a single thought, he couldn’t get away.

“Boom!”

In a corner of the starry sky, an explosion erupted.

The ancient coffin elder was forced to reappear, his chest caved in, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

His clothes were tattered, unable to cover his dry and blackened body.

“Why?”

He couldn’t believe the gap in their strength was so vast.

The ancient coffin elder had used the power of the divine bridge, believing his golden body to be unbreakable, yet he was faced with such a situation, his face full of horror.

“The fourth move…”

Dugu Changkong had no intention of stopping, teaching in secret while fighting.

“Whoosh—”

A strong wind rose, tearing through the sky, disrupting the law order of this Star Domain.

Feeling this indescribable pressure, the ancient coffin elder panicked.

Because he smelled the scent of death, a terrifying vision of the gates of hell appeared before him, countless black mist-covered hands reaching for him, a bone-chilling cold spreading throughout his body, his soul seemingly suffocating at that moment.

“Dao Friend, stop, I surrender.”

Facing the threat of death, the ancient coffin elder abandoned his dignity and loudly begged for mercy.

“Too late.”

Dugu Changkong heard but did not stop, murmuring softly.

The fourth palm had already been delivered, unstoppable.

“Boom, rumble…”

The ancient coffin elder’s pupils contracted rapidly, his face filled with extreme terror. At this moment, he had only one thought: to block this strike and survive!

Countless law light screens descended from above, pressing down on the corner of the starry sky where the ancient coffin elder was.

If the lines of the law light screens connected, they would form a giant palm shape spanning the endless void.

“No!”

The faces of the awakened old fellows changed, unwilling to see the ancient coffin elder perish. They all shared the same stance, having once held grudges against the Qing Sect, enjoying the resources their ancestors had seized from the Qing Sect, yet unwilling to repay this karma.

If something happened to the ancient coffin elder, other forces would surely not escape in the future.

This situation was something the top sects of the Imperial Province did not want to see.

Several terrifyingly powerful living fossils secretly intervened, trying to protect the ancient coffin elder.

However, it was too late.

The ancient coffin elder was already injured, and now he had to withstand Dugu Changkong’s full-force palm strike, unable to hold on for long.

Countless light screens fell, piercing through his protective barrier, shattering his golden body Dao.

“Ah…”

In an instant, the ancient coffin elder’s physical body was destroyed, his soul escaping in terror, fleeing in all directions.

But this space was completely engulfed by the giant palm’s force, leaving the ancient coffin elder’s soul with nowhere to go.

“Boom”

His body collapsed, his soul extinguished.

The powerful figures who had intervened were a step too late, unable to protect even the ancient coffin elder’s soul, watching helplessly as he perished.

A sense of sorrow filled their hearts, difficult to dispel.

At the same time, a seed of fear took root deep within their hearts, quickly growing into a towering tree.

The Eight-Part Dragon Palm had a total of eight moves.

Dugu Changkong had only used four moves to kill the ancient coffin elder who had touched the divine bridge.

This scene fell into the eyes of the old antiques hiding in the dark corners, making their hearts tremble with fear.

Gulp—

A group of Mahayana cultivators watched in shock, swallowing continuously, their lips trembling and turning pale.

A single law fragment from the battlefield ahead could kill an ordinary Mahayana cultivator.

“Master Ancestor!”

The cultivators of the Seven Cauldron Sacred Ground looked towards the direction where the ancient coffin elder had fallen, their voices filled with grief. They glanced at Dugu Changkong, without a single thought of revenge, only deep fear.

“He hasn’t just touched the divine bridge, he stands upon it!”

The old fellows in the shadows had to face this reality at this moment.

“The path ahead is cut off, the Quasi-Emperor is an invincible body.”

At the end of a certain abyss in the Imperial Province, a hoarse voice echoed through the dark space, lingering for a long time, filled with surprise and fear.

“This matter is troublesome.”

Originally, these old things thought Dugu Changkong’s realm was not much different from theirs, but now it seemed there was a huge difference.

Touching the divine bridge meant having the qualification to ascend it, with a slight chance to glimpse the buried traces of history.

Standing on the divine bridge meant being a true Quasi-Emperor, knowing many secrets of the world, with strength far surpassing the Mahayana, unmatched in the world.

“His current strength is not weaker than my peak.”

Beside him, Sword Immortal Changgeng took a sip of turbid wine, murmuring to himself.

After nearly thirty thousand years of accumulation, Dugu Changkong had fully comprehended the Qing Sect’s inherited techniques. Perhaps he had great talent, but more so, it was the grace left by his ancestors.

The higher he climbed, the more guilt he felt in his heart, for not suppressing the demon abyss back then, betraying the will of the sect’s sages.

“Gentlemen, do you dare to enter the world for a battle?”

Dugu Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, facing the prosperous land of the Imperial Province, his voice as gentle as a stream, yet containing the domineering power to rule the world, like a king overlooking the mortal realm, everything under control, unafraid of any enemy.

Boom!

This sentence was like a meteor crashing into a calm sea, stirring up monstrous waves.

The newly awakened beings were restless, all silent, none daring to respond.

The situation had changed drastically, Mahayana cultivators were no longer qualified to intervene.

In simple clothes and straw sandals, standing alone at the peak.

Wherever his gaze fell, no one dared to meet his eyes.

His voice spread across the four seas and eight wildernesses, and no one dared to respond.

The powerful figures of the Ancient Holy Sect were as silent as cicadas in winter.