The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Looking at Xingyao's cute, blinking eyes and expectant gaze.

ε٩(๑＞ ₃ ＜)۶ з

(｢･ω･)｢Hey

Ye Chuhao didn't want to tell her that these things were useless to him.

I still have to put on an act.

He raised his hand.

The myriad rays of light instantly converged and were all sent into the small world within the body.

From the outside, it appeared as if all the Daoist principles had been integrated into his body.

Ye Chuhao's body rose into the air.

The hem of her dress spread out in the rosy glow of the sunset.

"Click—"

A sound like shackles breaking came from his body.

The entire Abyss of Fallen Gods trembled.

Xingyao's eyes shone even brighter.

"It's a success!"

at the same time.

Between the two inverted worlds, a vast expanse of black thunderclouds suddenly gathered.

The clouds rolled in.

Dark purple arcs of electricity danced within it.

In just a few breaths, thunderclouds filled all the gaps between the two fields.

A terrifying pressure crashed down.

The dragon guards suspended in the center all changed color.

"Get down now!"

"Everyone evacuate the area around the thundercloud!"

Thousands of dragon guards immediately descended into the palace area below.

Azure Dragon and three other guardians stayed behind, simultaneously setting up a protective barrier.

Two celestial beings.

Two grandmasters.

The combined power of the four individuals transformed into a thick light curtain covering hundreds of meters.

next second.

A tiny arc of electricity, hovering at the edge of the thundercloud, fell.

"Snapped!"

The protective light curtain shattered on the spot.

The four men, including Qinglong, froze, their hair standing on end.

Smoke billowed from the gaps in the armor.

The four people convulsed as they fell from the sky.

Long Aotian's expression changed.

"Lin Fan!"

"Help!"

Lin Fan only glanced at it.

"He won't die."

"You can get up after lying down for half an hour."

His gaze remained fixed on Ye Chuhao.

"A tribulation of this scale is definitely not something an ordinary level nine spiritualist could attract."

"The level he has reached may be higher than we expected."

"Stop standing there analyzing!"

Zhuge Wang also rushed past him, stepping on his compass.

"Protect the class monitor from the lightning first!"

"He is a spiritualist, but his physical body may not be—"

"Whoosh whoosh-"

The students of Class 9 all took to the air.

Lu Ming drew his sword.

Wang Quanyue pressed his hand on the sword hilt at the beginning of the month.

Yan Cong hoisted the giant hammer onto his shoulder.

Su Huaying's Wind and Fire Wheels exploded into a large burst of flames.

Even Xiao Ai, who was fighting with the giant angel, turned her head while piloting the deep blue mecha.

Everyone prepared to face the thunderclouds.

Before Zhuge Wangye could finish speaking, Ye Chuhao raised his right hand.

His left arm was still holding Xingyao.

The five fingers of the right hand are loosely clenched.

There was clearly no sword there.

He casually slashed down at the thunderclouds above.

"brush--"

A transparent sword aura flew out from his palm.

At first it was only a few meters long.

It then expanded rapidly.

100 meters.

km.

Million meters.

The sword energy swept across the space between the two realms and collided head-on with the thunderclouds that covered the entire area.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

The sword energy paused for only half a second.

next moment.

The entire thundercloud split open from the center.

The clouds rolled to both sides, and the thunder inside was completely extinguished.

The sword's momentum did not cease.

After cutting through the thunderclouds, it continued upwards, falling straight down into the blood-red wasteland.

A thin crack appeared in the center of the area that was still spewing forth demons.

The cracks spread rapidly.

A breath later.

"Boom—"

The entire broadcast footage was shaking violently.

The blood-red wasteland was severed in the middle.

The spatial structure collapsed layer by layer, and countless demons were swept into the sword wound along with the underground cracks.

That area, nearly the size of an entire province, was instantly reduced to dust.

The live stream went silent for a brief moment.

Subsequently, the comments section completely spiraled out of control.

【Slacking off 666】: "???"

"Xingyao spent ages trying to finish the fight, but it still didn't end."

"He deleted the map with a single sword strike?"

[Star Profound Sword Master]: "Is this what you call a Spiritual Mind Master?"

"Which spiritualist used their mental power to split the continent?"

[President of the Monster Girl Protection Association]: "All I want to know right now is, just how far has the class president gone!"

Within the palace complex.

Zhuge Wang also stared at the blood-red wasteland that had disappeared above.

The compass in his hand stopped in mid-air.

"I……"

"Holy crap?"

Jiang Mingzi also opened her eyes.

This time, she even forgot to shed tears.

Yan Cong carried a large hammer, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist.

Long Aotian stood not far away.

He first looked at the blood-red field that had been shattered by a single sword strike.

She glanced at Ye Chuhao's lazy appearance.

The confidence that had just been built up on his face from the hard-fought battle was slowly disappearing.

Before anyone could react, a massive mental force had already enveloped the entire palace.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

The members of Class Nine, the members of the Dragon King Palace, and the thousands of Dragon Guards suspended in the center of the two realms were all pulled into the air at the same time.

The deep blue mech's feet left the ground.

Xiao Ai immediately panicked.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Little Ai hasn't had enough fun yet!"

It desperately tried to control the mecha to swing its limbs.

The giant angel below, whose head was reduced to half, stretched out dozens of arms, trying to pull it back.

"It's a man!"

"Little Ai is going to continue her manly battle with it!"

Ye Chuhao ignored it.

He looked down at the palace grounds, now only filled with decaying angels, and casually pressed down.

The entire space collapsed instantly.

Broken stone pillar.

Shattered dome.

Rotting Angel.

That giant, pieced-together monster.

Everything was squeezed toward the center at the same time, eventually shrinking into a tiny black dot.

"Bang."

The black spot disappeared.

The inverted palace area also vanished into nothingness.

Inside the Abyss of Fallen Gods, only a spatial passage near the entrance remains.

Ye Chuhao, holding Xingyao in his arms, used his mental power to hold back everyone and flew towards the exit.

He even paused for a moment as he passed by Long Aotian.

"I originally thought there might be something interesting here."

"I didn't expect it to be like this?"

Ye Chuhao shook his head.

"Old Long, you've really got diarrhea."

Long Aotian's forehead veins throbbed.

He opened his mouth, ready to retort.

But when he turned around and saw the two vanished fields, he swallowed those words back.

Forget it.

We can't beat them.

Make a note of this.

The mental energy swirled around thousands of people, drawing them into the black vortex.

A sacred mountain from the outside world.

Space distorted for a moment.

Ye Chuhao, carrying Xingyao, flew out first.

The members of Class Nine, the Dragon King Palace members, and thousands of Dragon Guards followed closely behind.

The two-hundred-meter-tall deep blue mech finally squeezed out of the vortex, still clutching the severed half of the giant angel's arm to its chest.

"Little Ai's spoils of war!"

"No one is allowed to take it!"

The Ark of the End immediately activated its spatial folding mechanism.

The massive ship above the sacred mountain was encased in a protective shield.

Less than ten seconds.

The aircraft carrier has reappeared over Nanjing Wuzhong.

The students from Class 9 landed one after another.

Ye Chuhao held Xingyao's hand and walked towards the dormitory without looking back.

Yan Cong watched his retreating figure.

"Squad leader, where are we going?"

I'm hungry.

Ye Chuhao waved his hand.

"Let's go back and eat."

Xingyao followed beside him, holding the diary that had returned to its normal state, and waved to everyone.

The two quickly disappeared into the dormitory area.

As soon as they left, Zhuge Wang immediately pulled Jiang Mingzi, Long Aotian, and the others together.

A group of people sat in a circle, their brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Zhuge Wang was the first to speak.

"Junior Brother Jiang, I have a question for you."

"Is there any record of this in your Maoshan scriptures—"

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"Could a sword strike at the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation stage destroy a spatial field nearly the size of an entire province?"