Chapter 1075: The World-Ender's Slap

The air fell into a deathly silence.

The Silver King was stunned for a long time before finally speaking:

"You..."

He had just popped out the word "you" when a pitch-black shadow palm flashed before his eyes in an instant. The Silver King was a Demigod, after all, and his reaction was extremely fast; he subconsciously tried to steal space to avoid the blow, but the next moment, an eerie red light burst from those pupils!

Negate [Stealing Method].

The Silver King's "Stealing Method" failed, and he stiffened in place. From a distance, he looked as if he had been stunned.

And so, under the watchful eyes of everyone,

A shadow palm slapped the Silver King across the face.

Bang—!!!

Space collapsed around the palm, and visible ripples of impact spread through the void. The Silver King's cheek twisted and deformed. Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and an afterimage was smashed directly into the earth like a cannonball!

The roaring shockwave resounded through the sky, blowing the Twilight Society members back dozens of meters. Only the few Eighth-Rankers remained standing steadily in place. The surging dust obscured their vision, and their faces were full of astonishment...

"What terrifying power?!" The Butcher exclaimed in shock.

The Butcher himself was of the Force God Path and had a very sensitive judgment of strength. The casual strike of the "human figure" before him was far above his own, not even inferior to a Ninth-Rank Force God Path.

"Don't be fooled by its human appearance. That's a calamity, and a World-Ending one at that!" The Scholar said in a deep voice, "The power of a calamity is far beyond that of humans. Think about the Calamity of Taboo we saw in the Forbidden Sea... It's also World-Ending level, and the power of this one is no weaker than that."

When the dust before everyone cleared, a massive, hideous hole had replaced the original ruins, looking very much like a meteorite crater. The bloodied figure was embedded in the spiderweb cracks, with scarlet blood spreading outward.

"He..."

Red Heart 9 and the others opened their mouths in disbelief, "He... gave the Silver King a big slap?"

It wasn't until Red Heart 9 spoke that everyone present reacted. That earth-shattering strike just now was really a "slap" from a World-Ending calamity... But could a calamity... also slap people like a human??

"In this world, the only one who could slap the Silver King is probably the Calamity of Mockery," Jin Fugui couldn't help but say, "But I have to say... that was a beautiful slap!"

Swish—

The Silver King's body slowly stood up from the cracks. His head was twisted and deformed, but he wasn't dead. He stared at the "human figure" in mid-air with a pair of angry eyes, his chest heaving violently!

He could be hunted, he could be schemed against, but to be slapped in public... As the leader of the Fire-Stealers and a Demigod of the Stealing God Path, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Calamity of Mockery!!"

The Silver King roared, a white light of the "Stealing Method" flashed before him, and a scroll appeared in his hand!

At the same time, the Scholar exclaimed, discovering that the Dao Foundation treasure he had just obtained was gone again... In front of the Silver King, any treasure was his for the taking.

As the scroll unfurled, a crooked "Prison" character was exposed to the air.

The Dao Foundation treasure of the Book God Path could only fix one person at a time, but its rank could control up to a Demigod. Even if a Ninth-Ranker were locked by the "Prison" character, they would briefly lose the ability to act.

The imprisonment power from the Book God Path locked onto the "human figure" directly from the void. Its figure froze eerily in mid-air. Almost simultaneously, the Silver King raised his hand again:

"Steal."

The "human figure" in mid-air was instantly dismantled like toy parts, its pitch-black hands and feet stolen through the air, flying messily in the sky.

The Silver King grabbed toward Han Meng through the air. Han Meng felt his whole body shake, as if something had been taken from his body, falling into endless emptiness...

"[Judgment]."

The Silver King produced a handgun from somewhere, aimed it at the "human figure's" limbs flying all over the sky, and pulled the trigger repeatedly!

Stealing the treasure, dismantling the body, stealing the divine path, launching the judgment... All of this happened too fast. The Silver King's series of operations were so quick that even Eighth-Rankers couldn't react. If his enemy had been the Judgment Deputies present, they would likely have suffered two or more casualties, and even an ordinary Ninth-Ranker would find it hard to escape unscathed.

But his opponent was not ordinary.

The moment the Silver King pulled the trigger, he found that the gun in his hand had turned into flying red paper. Those red papers turned into countless slender red snakes in the blink of an eye, binding his hands directly.

The "limbs" flying all over the sky reassembled in an instant, and a pitch-black palm swung out again!!

Bang—!!

Half of the Silver King's body collapsed into a blood mist, sweeping across dozens of kilometers on the ground and disappearing from everyone's sight.

The "human figure" stood in place, just raising its hand slightly, and the Silver King, who had been blasted away, "moved backward" along the same path, automatically flying back in front of it...

And then a third slap whistled out!

Bang—!!!

Three slaps shattered the Silver King's main bones, and also shattered his arrogance and self-confidence. Countless stealing methods were in his mind, but at this moment, he had no consciousness left to use them, nor could he think of any stealing method that could defeat the opponent before him...

The Silver King only felt excruciating pain coming from all over his body, his thoughts shattered. Under the "human figure's" eerie "backward" ability, he couldn't run and couldn't win; his entire brain was a blank.

At this moment, only one thought remained in the Silver King's heart...

He was dead.

However, his mud-like figure was held in mid-air by the "human figure," but the latter did not deliver the killing blow. Those mocking scarlet pupils stared at him for a long time, chilling and eerie...

The "human figure" released its palm, letting the Silver King's body fall, and then kicked him away like a soccer ball!

The Silver King groaned, his figure flying across the sky, not knowing where he would land.

This time, the "human figure" did not "move him backward" again, but just watched, seemingly having lost interest in dealing with the Silver King...

"He let the Silver King go??" Luan Mei frowned and spoke.

The eldest senior brother, Ning Ruyu, seemed to realize something and said in a deep voice:

"The Silver King stole Little Junior Brother's self. If he kills the Silver King now, Little Junior Brother's self should return... I guess the 'Calamity of Mockery' is somewhat wary of Little Junior Brother."

"That doesn't mean we can let the Silver King just leave. He must die here today." Killing intent flickered in Wen Renyou's eyes.

"Right now, it's no longer time to worry about the Silver King..."

Mo Jiao took a deep breath, his expression more solemn than ever.

Everyone looked ahead, only to see that the eerie "human figure" had turned around at some point, its mocking pupils looking at all the Twilight Society members and Judgment Deputies present... A suffocating pressure shrouded everyone's hearts.

"What we should be worried about now... is whether we can survive the 'Calamity of Mockery'."