Chapter 659: A Palm That Crosses the Grand Dao

The Undefeated Emperor’s words were like rolling thunder, echoing through the void and causing the faces of the Dao Court cultivators to change drastically.

Even though they feared the Undefeated Emperor, hearing his words filled them with a deep sense of humiliation—after all, Yuan Songzi was the Master of Dao Court.

Xiao Lan clenched her teeth, wanting to rush forward to stand beside Yuan Songzi, but a female elder held her back.

“Don’t be reckless! Don’t burden the Court Master!”

The elder’s voice was firm, her gaze toward Yuan Songzi filled with unease.

Despite being insulted, Yuan Songzi did not become angry. Instead, he calmly responded, “Since you consider us insects, why waste your effort to crush us?”

He knew very well that even if every cultivator in Dao Court joined forces, they were no match for the Undefeated Emperor alone—let alone the Imperial Clan standing behind him.

On the Path of the Grand Dao, prodigies needed more than just their own strength; they also required powerful backing to ensure their survival.

At this moment, Yuan Songzi’s dream was completely shattered.

Neither Ji Xiaoya nor Xiao Lan had sufficient talent, and Dao Court’s foundation was not strong enough to protect a Dao Sovereign Emperor on their path.

Even if he had to endure humiliation, he had to find a way to preserve Ji Xiaoya’s life. He understood clearly—if he didn’t act, they would all die.

The mighty figures of the Imperial Clan had already sealed off this entire void with their Dao Intent, leaving them with no escape.

The Undefeated Emperor smirked, his expression full of contempt. “I am merely helping her. To be defeated on the Imperial Path, to have her Dao Heart shattered, to live a life of constant failure—what meaning is there in such an existence?”

His footsteps did not stop. With every step he took, his killing intent grew stronger.

As his words fell, the pressure surrounding Yuan Songzi reached its peak, making it impossible for him to even speak—he could only stare in terror at the Undefeated Emperor.

“Let them go. I am willing to die.”

Ji Xiaoya’s voice came from behind Yuan Songzi, her tone calm, without a hint of fear or anger.

The Undefeated Emperor’s smile became even more arrogant. Raising his spear, he pointed its tip at Yuan Songzi, yet his eyes remained fixed on Ji Xiaoya. He sneered, “Too late. You will all die. Stepping onto the Imperial Path, you should have been prepared. If you weren’t, then let this be your lesson in arrogance!”

With that, his right hand suddenly loosened its grip.

Boom!

The long spear erupted with terrifying momentum, as if carrying the force of a storm, its unstoppable might surging toward Yuan Songzi.

Everything happened too fast!

Even though they were at the same cultivation level, Yuan Songzi had no time to react. His eyes widened as the spear closed in.

When the spear halted before him, his entire body froze. He felt as if even his soul had been bound, unable to move an inch.

It had been a long time since he had felt such despair.

Facing this divine spear, he truly believed he was going to die—and that there would be no chance for reincarnation.

His mind went blank, and he instinctively glanced at the Undefeated Emperor, only to see his brows furrowing.

The cultivators of Dao Court were filled with tension. Seeing Yuan Songzi still alive, they felt a glimmer of hope—some even thought the Undefeated Emperor had changed his mind.

All eyes turned toward the Undefeated Emperor.

His expression darkened, his gaze shifting toward another direction. In a deep voice, he asked, “Which expert dares to obstruct me?”

An expert?

The Dao Court cultivators were all stunned. It wasn’t that the Undefeated Emperor had shown mercy, but rather, someone else had intervened.

Compared to the arrogant and unstoppable Undefeated Emperor, they were even more curious about this mysterious individual.

A wave of excitement swept through the Dao Court as everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Xiao Lan also felt a surge of excitement, her heart filled with curiosity. Who could be stepping in to save them at this moment?

“Spare when possible. Besides, there is no enmity between you.”

A hoarse voice echoed through the void, causing the Undefeated Emperor’s expression to darken in displeasure.

Ji Xiaoya’s eyes dimmed when she heard the voice.

Even though he had altered his tone, she recognized him instantly.

She didn’t want him to see her in such a wretched state.

The Undefeated Emperor remained silent, but the Imperial Clan's mighty figures could not hold their tongues.

“Could it be that you wish to oppose the Imperial Clan?”

“If you were truly this girl’s backer, why didn’t you appear earlier? Her fate should not have turned out this way. If you are merely passing by, why entangle yourself in this karma?”

“If you seek to save them, state your relationship. Do not hide in the shadows.”

“With your level of cultivation, do you not understand the rules of the Imperial Path?”

One after another, powerful voices resounded, each carrying immense authority, as if the unseen interloper was beneath their notice.

Far away, within Qiankun Sect, Gu An let out a sigh.

How many years had it been?

It had been so long since he had encountered someone so stubborn.

Through his calculations, Gu An had already discerned the reason why they insisted on wiping out Ji Xiaoya—they feared her survival would expose the secrets of the Undefeated Emperor’s divine abilities, leaving hidden dangers for his future.

Their reasoning was sound. But now that he had made his move, did they really think he would risk his life just for this reason?

In the end, they were simply too arrogant.

With a single glance, Gu An could trace the Imperial Clan’s origins.

Their strongest member was merely at the Wondrous Truth Grand Luo Immortal Realm—an ancient hermit who had been hidden away for who knew how many billions of years.

His gaze turned cold.

At that moment, a strand of someone’s hair drifted past him.

He casually waved his hand—and the strand was obliterated.

The disciples around him were too excitedly discussing Yuan Luo’s performance to notice his small action. Even the drinking companions beside him didn’t pay any attention.

Yet, what Gu An had just done was not something so simple.

His Dao Extreme Grand Luo Immortal power moved in an unfathomable manner, piercing through the Heavenly Spirit Great World, traversing the Path of the Grand Dao, then crossing countless cosmic planes—finally arriving in the void where Ji Xiaoya, Xiao Lan, and the others were trapped.

The Imperial Clan’s questioning voices had just fallen silent.

The Undefeated Emperor was still staring at Ji Xiaoya.

The Dao Court cultivators were waiting anxiously.

Yuan Songzi, who stood before the Undefeated Emperor, was still in a daze, unable to recover from his near-death experience.

Suddenly—

The entire void was flooded with blinding light.

Darkness was banished.

Everyone instinctively turned their gazes toward a single direction.

From the depths of the void, an immeasurably vast golden hand emerged.

Before this hand, all beings seemed insignificant.

The Undefeated Emperor’s face changed drastically.

With horror, he realized—he couldn’t move.

It wasn’t just him.

Even the other mighty figures of the Imperial Clan were the same.

They all stood there, frozen, their eyes fixed on the golden hand descending upon them.

Ji Xiaoya’s pupils dilated.

The Dao Court cultivators, including Yuan Songzi, were left utterly speechless.

They, too, couldn’t move.

They could only watch as the golden hand grew larger and larger.

As it neared, its sheer size exceeded their field of vision—they could no longer see its full outline.

Before this unimaginable force, all they could feel was overwhelming awe, an indescribable sensation that left them breathless.

Then, before their eyes, the golden hand seemed to replace the void itself—and with a single, effortless sweep, it moved.

The gust of wind that followed was like an imperial decree of obliteration.

One after another, the mighty figures of the Imperial Clan were reduced to ashes.

Even the Undefeated Emperor was gradually erased—his final expression was one of absolute disbelief, as if he never expected to meet such an end.

After wiping out the Imperial Clan, the golden hand slowly faded, its radiant brilliance dimming.

Yet, the entire void remained deathly silent.

All the Dao Court cultivators remained in place—their jaws slack, their minds blank, still unable to comprehend what had just happened.