High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 313: Chapter 180: The Demon Emperor Strikes, Fu Yan Lurks

There was no physical shockwave, but at the point of impact between the finger and palm, the very fabric of space fractured, forming a transparent, spiderweb-like pattern of cracks!

The massive, illusory phantom of a finger flickered violently, then began to crumble and disintegrate from the tip, inch by inch.

But for this price, the descent of the Headmaster’s giant, Rule-level palm was brutally halted by that single, incomparably powerful and clever finger strike.

The giant phantom finger conjured by the Talisman Emperor only lasted for a fleeting moment before completely dissipating. The Headmaster’s giant palm resumed its unstoppable descent, but that split-second reprieve was priceless for the three Great Demon Kings fleeing for their lives.

FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

The bodies of Shi Yao, Profound Python, and Steel Skull were already more than halfway through the stabilized blue light curtain of the Star Gate.

BOOM!

The Rule-level palm slammed down with finality!

The ground at the point of impact silently caved in. A palm-shaped crater, over a hundred meters in diameter and bottomlessly deep, abruptly formed. The rock and twisted metal structures at its edge looked as if they had been flash-melted by extreme heat and then instantly cooled.

The terrifying aftershocks of the Rule-level attack followed the three demons’ trail, slamming viciously into the Star Gate’s light curtain.

The blue Star Gate channel shuddered violently, its light curtain flickering erratically like the surface of a storm-tossed sea as it absorbed the full force of the Rule-level impact.

Although ninety-nine percent of the palm’s power was nullified by the Star Gate itself and the defenses the Talisman Emperor had erected on the Demon Realm side, the final sliver of power that pierced the dimensional barrier still struck them like a red-hot branding iron, searing into the parts of their backs that hadn’t yet fully passed through the portal.

”Aargh—!”

”Gah!”

Three muffled groans, mingled with the sickening crunch of shattering bone and rupturing organs, echoed from beyond the Star Gate.

The three demons’ bodies, as if struck by a giant, invisible hammer, were sent hurtling into the depths of the blue light curtain before disappearing.

All that remained were three splatters of essence blood, as dark and thick as ink, on the ground before the portal’s entrance, still radiating an astonishingly baleful aura.

Injuries like these would leave them gravely weakened even after returning to the Demon Realm, forcing them into a years-long hibernation to recover.

From the Headmaster’s appearance and his probing attack to suppress Shi Yao and the other two, to their desperate cries for help, the Talisman Emperor’s remote intervention, and their final, grievously wounded escape—the entire, intense confrontation of Rules had taken place in the span of a single breath.

Seeing Shi Yao, Profound Python, and Steel Skull flee back to the Demon Realm, the Headmaster didn’t pause or show the slightest annoyance. It was as if he had expected this all along.

His gaze, like a sharp sword piercing the clouds, casually locked onto a direction that appeared completely empty.

SWOOSH!

His figure faded once more. Almost at the exact instant he vanished, he reappeared clearly for a moment against the silhouette of a mountain valley dozens of miles away. His speed had already surpassed the very concept of spatial displacement.

His objective was exceptionally clear: to kill the seven Great Demon Kings of Demon Emperor lineage who had fled into hiding and now posed the greatest threat to the heartland of Blue Star.

The laws of space stirred silently around him, like an invisible hand searching the world.

The Headmaster’s immense Primordial Spirit power merged with the regional laws under his control, acting like an ultra-high-precision radar conducting a sweeping scan, leaving no energy fluctuation, however minuscule, undetected.

Soon, he locked onto the first obscure aura—the Withered Bone Great Demon King, hiding deep within an abandoned mine shaft.

The instant the Headmaster materialized at the mine’s entrance, a gray domain reeking of death and frigid curses erupted. Countless runic chains, wailing with the shrieks of tormented souls, coiled toward him in an attempt to stall the terrifying intruder.

The Headmaster didn’t even spare the domain a glance.

He simply raised his hand toward the depths of the mine and made a smoothing gesture—one that was extremely slow, yet carried an irresistible will.

CRUNCH—!

There was no sound, but the space in a radius of several dozen meters—along with everything inside it, from abandoned minecarts and veins of ore to the very skeleton of the horrified Withered Bone Great Demon King—was silently crushed, folded, and twisted inward like a fragile piece of paper being violently crumpled by an unseen hand.

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the Withered Bone Great Demon King’s skeleton—a frame so durable it could withstand a direct hit from a Divine Weapon.

The death-and-curse domain it had desperately conjured popped like a fragile soap bubble in the sun.

With just a single gesture!

The Withered Bone Great Demon King couldn’t even manage a full scream before its consciousness—along with its Soul Fire core, which was being brutally folded and warped by the brute force of the Rules—was utterly extinguished.

All that remained on the spot was a twisted, compressed mass of bones resembling an abstract sculpture, along with the fading embers of its deathly silent domain.

Without pausing,

The Headmaster’s Primordial Spirit locked onto a second, fleeting aura of panic—the Fire Wing Great Demon King, who was desperately fleeing toward a subterranean Lava Lake.

The Headmaster took a single step, and his figure instantly appeared above a volcanic crater churning with incandescent magma.

A violent, scorching energy erupted from the depths of the Lava Lake. Crimson magma shot toward the sky, coalescing into a gigantic, fiery bird’s claw.

Imbued with enough heat to incinerate mountains and boil seas, empowered by the Law of Flames, and carrying all the final, desperate madness of the Fire Wing Great Demon King, it slashed viciously at the Headmaster hovering in the air.

The terrifying heatwave distorted the very air long before the flames arrived.

The Headmaster remained expressionless. This time, he didn’t even lift a hand; a mere flicker of his will was all it took.

RUMBLE—!!!!

That wasn’t thunder, but the roar of the Rules being forcibly mobilized.

The sky above the volcano abruptly darkened. Then, without warning, nine colossal bolts of purple lightning struck down. They were condensed from the purest, most absolute power between heaven and earth, their forms as intricate as divine script, and they carried a vast, profound aura, as if passing judgment upon all creation.

This wasn’t merely summoning lightning. This was a verdict delivered at the Rule-level.