The cultivation of the "Menghuan Lord" was extremely formidable, not in the slightest beneath the eight epochs of the "Honghuang Heavenly Monarch." Reaching out with one hand, she drove her magical power, shifting heaven and earth. Like a dream and an illusion, streaks of poems and texts descended from the air, thoroughly trapping people within a realm of dreams and illusions.
Moreover, an unknown amount of the aura of supreme divine objects of the heavens had been fused into her body. The moment her magical power struck, it shattered eternity and reached the other shore directly.
Especially under the envelopment of that dream-like and illusory space, the sword energy of the star river flowed, and myriad swords descended, piercing right through Fang Han's heart. It actually intended to slay his soul down to nothingness.
The women of the Heavenly Instrument Mother Sect were all peerlessly fierce. If they didn't strike, so be it, but once they struck, it was to take a person's life. They swore not to rest until Fang Han was slain.
"Careful!" The Chaos Heavenly Monarch saw this and instantly said, "This is the Dream Illusion Void, the Phantom Sword Diagram."
Humph!
Fang Han did not move in the slightest. Facing the envelopment of the Menghuan Lord, he casually let out a cold snort. With a movement of his five fingers, he clenched them into an iron fist and threw a punch through the air. Without any flashy moves, substantial power was broadcast outward.
The entire dream illusion space seemed to have met its nemesis. In the blink of an eye, it shattered into pieces. Those ancient swords of the star river also continuously exploded under the wind of the punch, fundamentally unable to get close to Fang Han's body.
Breaking the enemy with one punch, it seemed to shatter all magical arts like the wind sweeping away scattered clouds, returning the world to reality.
"What?"
That female Menghuan Lord was startled, never expecting that her supreme Dao of Dream Illusion would be so simply routed. She stepped out from the throne with one step, space completely under her control, and from her mouth issued a grand and vast voice: "The silver river condenses swords, ancient stars descend, a dream illusion of seven kills, a mythical strike."
Swish! From her palm, large stars flew out one by one. Those large stars emitted extremely formidable killing intent, forming a silver river. That silver river was ancient and profound. Looking from afar, it resembled a heavenly sword completely ripping apart the universe, swooshing down and slashing towards Fang Han once again.
This was her ultimate skill, the "Mythical Strike."
"Junior Heavenly Monarch, you think that possessing supreme divine objects of the heavens on your body allows you to resist my sudden attack? I have sensed the aura of many supreme divine objects of the heavens from your body, but unfortunately, you cannot utilize them. And you dare to contend with me? Very well, I will just see exactly what kind of supreme divine objects of the heavens reside within your body, that you actually dare to block the supreme majesty of our Heavenly Instrument Mother Sect?"
The moment the Menghuan Lord struck, she acutely sensed the aura of the supreme divine objects of the heavens on Fang Han's body. Therefore, she unleashed the Mythical Strike, showing absolutely no mercy.
This woman's methods were extremely seasoned and venomous, carrying an authority of absolute control. It was an invincible confidence cultivated over many epochs by slaying countless experts.
An epic-like myth flowed out from the void, merging into that silver river heavenly sword. On every single planet and large star within the silver river, corresponding myths, legends, and epic heroes were played out. Just what kind of vast martial art was this? It was almost uniquely identical in its marvelous result with Fang Han's Dao of the Epoch, which controlled the history of many civilizations.
A Mythical Strike, destroying a myth.
Facing this strike, Fang Han's expression still did not move. His body was like a giant tree; the power radiating from it guarded the Treasure Realm, protected everything, and blocked all wind and rain, as well as boundless tribulations. He naturally possessed a spirit of remaining ungrounded by myriad tribulations.
"Buzz!"
His palm covered over, ancient characters spun within the palm, his five fingers propped open, and he made a grab outward! The palm force immediately expanded and stretched outward continuously. All sceneries unceasingly shrank, condensing into his palm. The entire universe was grasped by one palm.
That silver river, heavenly sword, planets, epics, and myths of the Mythical Strike all condensed, turning into a faint nebula that fell into Fang Han's palm.
All magical power was once again cleanly cracked.
"How could this be?" The Menghuan Lord only felt all her magical power disappear. Before her eyes, it was utterly empty. Her life essence, the quintessential moves of the Mythical Strike, and her vital energy had all vanished cleanly. She almost couldn't believe this was real. Originally, she was the master who manipulated dreams and illusions, but now she felt as if she had suffered from cultivation deviation, falling into a dream illusion unable to extricate herself.
"It is impolite not to reciprocate. You sent me a Mythical Strike, so I will also send you a strike."
Fang Han controlled the universe. With a movement of his footsteps and a wave of his large sleeve, a mass of vital energy capable of destroying heaven and earth rapidly condensed in the center of his palm. Everyone felt that in this split second, the entire boundless world and billions of trillions of planes suddenly condensed. Their bodies and souls were about to be sucked in, as the universe began to shrink, turning into a tiny point.
"Bang!"
Fang Han flicked his finger. A Tianyuan Strike blasted towards the Menghuan Lord.
The Menghuan Lord's expression changed abruptly. A shield appeared on her hand, condensed from the essence of her own magical power. Subsequently, streaks of runes condensed into armors, canopies, gemstone necklaces, treasure umbrellas… countless Dharma-protecting treasures.
She was indeed an ancient Heavenly Monarch with extremely fast reactions. Sensing the danger, she immediately made a move and deployed the strongest Dharma-protecting methods.
Yet it was of no use whatsoever. First, the rune shield exploded, and that armor, canopy, gemstone necklace, and treasure umbrella consecutively blew apart. The light of the Tianyuan Strike sank into her body and abruptly exploded within.
Consecutive miserable screams, flesh and blood flying in all directions, clothes shattering. The blood of a Heavenly Monarch dyed the entire space-time red. The shrill, miserable screams shook the planes of the myriad worlds of the heavens, making them tremble repeatedly.
The "Menghuan Lord," this woman, a female Heavenly Monarch, an imperious figure, had a large hole appear in her chest. The clothes on her body all shattered, turning her into a nude body. On that nude body, densely packed cracking bloodstains appeared, seemingly the omen of an impending shatter, like porcelain that had suffered a fierce impact.
"Impossible, impossible, how could I possibly be injured like this! My origin source is damaged, my soul is greatly depleted, and my cultivation is lost by at least half! This is the Tianyuan Strike? In the legends, the Tianyuan Strike of the Hongmeng Daoist, why would its power be so enormous?" The Menghuan Lord's eyes were filled with terror and fear, unable to believe the large blood hole appearing in her chest.
"I am just lacking a maidservant to follow by my side. Forget about being the Menghuan Lord; from now on, you will be my female slave and maidservant." Fang Han's body moved as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning, flashing past and pressing close. Space unceasingly condensed, and no one could stop his footsteps. With just one movement, he arrived beside the Menghuan Lord. His palm was like an eagle's claw, and the Menghuan Lord was like a little chick, viciously grabbed downwards by him to be directly destroyed and captured.
"Not good!"
"You are presumptuous!"
"Seeking death!"
"Kill him! You actually dare to touch the people of our Heavenly Instrument Mother Sect, bolder than the heavens!"
Boom! Right exactly as Fang Han made this move, suddenly several intense bursts of killing intent shot straight into the sky. It was the "Jianjia Lord," the "Qiuxia Lord," and the "Wanyan Lord," three peerless Heavenly Monarchs making an intense move.
Three formidable powers charged out from their bodies. Every single power could directly uproot thousands of planes into the air, tear apart the world barriers, and bring about the end of days prematurely. These destructive powers all charged out to kill Fang Han, mobilizing the chaos.
"Get lost for me." Fang Han's one hand did not move, continuing to grab towards the Menghuan Lord. Subsequently, he continuously struck out three palms. Each palm collided with a stream of power, and the shadows of the supreme divine objects of the heavens—the Heavenly Burial Coffin, the Zen Sealing Altar, and the Gate of Punishing Immortals—flashed and vanished.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Three consecutive explosions shot straight to the sky. Whether it was the Jianjia Lord, the Qiuxia Lord, or the Wanyan Lord, all were shaken into motion. Their bodies sitting properly on the thrones swayed continuously. The massive power transmitted downwards, cracking the thrones open. Next to them, plane after plane exploded. Within those planes, the male Immortals who were praying, kowtowing, and devoutly worshipping them were all destroyed.
This was the power within a single palm strike of Fang Han, shaking all these women back. It thoroughly smashed the superiority and arrogance deep in their hearts.
Crack!
His palm grabbed onto the "Menghuan Lord," and a surge of power flooded in. Subsequently, within the body of the Menghuan Lord, every inch of flesh and blood surged with the power of crystal divine realms. The blood hole on her chest unceasingly repaired itself, and an outfit of clothes was also worn. But unfortunately, all of this was Fang Han's magical power. Fang Han captured her, and his power permeated into her body, thoroughly controlling this woman.
The Menghuan Lord's power rivaled the Honghuang Heavenly Monarch, but sadly, the Honghuang Heavenly Monarch had only eight epochs of cultivation, whereas Fang Han now had fully eleven epochs of invincible cultivation. He was much higher than her. Powerfully capturing her in one move was not a big deal at all.
"You dare to control me, dare to capture me, annihilate the gods and the heavens, my body is eternal!" The Menghuan Lord also felt Fang Han's power flooding into her body. She immediately almost fainted, wishing to die from grief and indignation. To her, this was a massive defilement. She had lived for several chaotic epochs, controlling all under heaven, dominating men, holding high position and heavy authority; she was an existence akin to a peerless empress. Any man was but a slave and an ant to her. Yet now, she was captured in the hands of Fang Han in a single move. This was a humiliation she hadn't encountered in several epochs, an extraordinary shame and great humiliation.
She abruptly exploded, the power within her body driving forward once again. A surge of flames rose from her body; she actually began to burn her origin source to fight Fang Han to the bitter end.
"What, Menghuan Lord, you are unwilling to be captured by me? Still struggling, I will thoroughly turn you into a female slave, seize away your primal Yin, and let you pass every day in humiliation." Fang Han did not care in the slightest. Streaks of seals appeared on his palm, directly suppressing the flames and making the Menghuan Lord unable to move.
Under his suppression, the Menghuan Lord was practically unable to move even half a finger.
The Menghuan Lord was a stunning beauty, her face delicate, contours elegant, carrying a luster. Her eyebrows trembled slightly, her lips were very thin; she was almost a perfect classical maid. Especially on her face, there was a noble temperament that would make any man feel a sense of inadequacy and shame upon seeing her.
Yet now, this woman who should have been high above like a goddess, receiving offerings, was directly grabbed in Fang Han's hand.