Chapter 452 – Invincible Will: Overlord God Fist

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With an overwhelming punch, Mu Lin swept aside everything, leaving the soldiers who had followed him into battle utterly speechless.

Also rendered speechless were the demonic monsters and alien races observing the battlefield through various means, as well as cultivators from other legions.

Given the importance of this battle, many were watching closely.

Yet, no matter what, none had anticipated that Mu Lin could be so powerful, and his method of attack so overwhelmingly domineering.

With a single punch, mountains and seas were leveled—anything above the ground was crushed, shattered, and reduced to dust, scattering in all directions.

Such a terrifying punch made even many Earth Immortals shudder; they, too, were uncertain whether they could withstand such a blow.

“He’s… actually this strong…”

“Wait, isn’t the Yin Eight Gates Paper Artisan lineage known for being eerie and hard to kill? Since when did they possess such domineering fist intent?”

“Is this the weight of the Human Race’s top Prodigy… no, the world’s top Prodigy? Truly terrifying—he deserves the title of number one.”

“Good! Good! Good! With such a hero among the Human Race, our hope has arrived!”

Some were awestruck, some astonished, while others were utterly bewildered—Luo Chen, in particular, wore an expression of shock.

As the original bearer of the Calamity Monarch trait, he could naturally sense that Mu Lin was using his talent.

Yet, staring at the empty expanse before him, his mind felt equally vacant.

At this moment, there was one thing he simply couldn’t comprehend:

“Was the Calamity Monarch talent always this powerful?”

“But why couldn’t I unleash anything like this before?”

The doubts in Luo Chen’s heart were destined to remain unanswered—the Human Race had no time for them, and the demons and monsters had even less interest.

As a human, Mu Lin’s punch left his kind in awe, shock, joy, and excitement.

But for the demonic fiends, witnessing this terrifying punch and the thousands of Night Demons utterly crushed beneath Mu Lin’s fist, their initial shock gave way to lingering fear.

For the first time, the leaders of the Night Demons, Nightmares, and Insect Apostle even began to question the wisdom of fighting against humans.

“Other places have indeed been occupied and are dangerous, but no matter how perilous they are, could they be more dangerous than Mu Lin?”

After some thought, the Insect Apostle reached a conclusion: he still believed Mu Lin was more dangerous, and thus, the idea of retreating and migrating resurfaced.

As for the vassal races of the Night Demon and Nightmare clans, they wanted to flee immediately.

In contrast, the Night Demons and Nightmares—two clans long intertwined through marriage—felt not only shock but also fury.

Especially the death of Ye Huang, which filled the leader of the Night Demon clan with overwhelming hatred.

“Mu Lin!”

Roaring over the loss of his child, a terrifying aura surged from Nightmare Heaven.

But just as his imposing might began to rise, a light chuckle echoed through the heavens and earth.

“Heh, old ghost, what business do you have calling for our Human Race’s Prodigy? Do you think his punch was quite impressive?”

“Or perhaps you’d like to stretch your limbs with this old Daoist?”

The speaker was Zhang Hetian. On the brink of death, he had let go of everything, embracing a different kind of ease.

His appearance, along with the watchful gazes of the Thunderclap Army Commander and the Black Wraith Army Commander, forced the Night Demon leader to restrain itself, despite its overwhelming hatred, preventing it from taking action against Mu Lin.

Just as the Celestial Masters were locked in a standoff, another disturbance arose on the battlefield before Mu Lin—a faint, illusory law flickered, and then, Ye Huang’s shattered soul was about to be taken away.

Mu Lin’s fist ultimately leaned more toward physical attacks.

Because of this, that ferocious punch crushed Ye Huang’s body and obliterated its mana, but fragments of its soul still lingered on the battlefield.

At this moment, Kang Yan, the Holy Maiden of the Nightmare Clan, secretly arrived on the battlefield, intending to take away Ye Huang’s soul and attempt to save it.

Naturally, Mu Lin would not allow such actions.

“You still dare to come? It seems the fear I instilled in you wasn’t enough!”

“Boom!”

As he spoke, Mu Lin clenched his fist once more.

The mere act of him tightening his fist caused the heavens and earth to grow heavy, and all those watching this battle felt their hearts tighten again.

Especially the demons and monsters who admired Kang Yan—they were deeply worried for her.

“Why did Kang Yan go over there? Her strength is similar to Ye Huang’s. If Ye Huang couldn’t withstand that punch, neither can she!”

Some were anxious and concerned, but no matter how urgent they felt, none of those demonic fiends rushed to act as her protector… Clearly, Mu Lin’s punch had thoroughly terrified them.

While some demonic fiends were anxious, a few clever demonic monsters and alien races had a sudden realization, thinking of something.

“Don’t worry, Holy Maiden Kang Yan will be fine. Ye Huang and Holy Maiden Kang Yan are indeed similar in strength, but the former excels in reality-based abilities, while the Holy Maiden is more skilled in illusory arts.”

“Moreover, the Nightmare Clan has no physical form. Mu Lin’s punch was purely physical, so it won’t have much effect on Holy Maiden Kang Yan.”

Some had analyzed the situation, and Kang Yan thought the same way.

Her reasons for rescuing Ye Huang were twofold: first, to gain the favor of the Night Demon Clan, and second, she believed that Mu Lin’s fist relied solely on brute force and posed no threat to her.

Thus, she wanted to use this act of rescuing Ye Huang to demonstrate to all the demons in the world that Mu Lin… was not invincible.

She aimed to boost the confidence of other demonic fiends in opposing Mu Lin.

As for why she only intended to rescue Ye Huang rather than fight Mu Lin herself, it was because Mu Lin’s earlier punch had frightened her as well.

Ever since they had regarded Mu Lin as an enemy, they had gathered extensive intelligence on him.

But none of that intelligence indicated that Mu Lin possessed such unparalleled, immense strength.

Therefore, while Kang Yan was unafraid of Mu Lin’s terrifying punch, she feared that if she confronted him, he might reveal other terrifying abilities.

Kang Yan’s worries… were justified.

If she were to fight Mu Lin, he truly could bring out many things, for strictly speaking, what he excelled at was not boundless strength but various methods to counter souls.

Unfortunately, even though she had anticipated this and only intended to rescue Ye Huang and leave, Mu Lin’s strength still exceeded her expectations.

Moreover, this was not a place she could come and go as she pleased.

“Illusory laws… Do you think such flashy tricks can stop my fist?”

“My Dominating Will can crush everything!”

True power can obliterate everything. Like certain great emperors or the great god Pangu—they relied on sheer strength to battle and grind down the Great Dao and spacetime itself, returning the world to chaos.

However, Mu Lin’s current strength has not yet reached that level.

Thus, with pure strength alone, Mu Lin truly cannot do anything to Kang Yan—her move was not entirely reckless.

But Mu Lin never said his fist could not carry other things.

In that last strike, Mu Lin did not just flatten mountains and seas. His arrogance… or rather, his invincible, dominating will, was also thoroughly stirred up by that punch.

“Boom!”

Now, as Mu Lin clenched his fist once more, golden flames suddenly ignited on his fist.

That was the Vow Power Heart Flame, also the flame of Overlord Divine Intent.

Invincible power, paired with an invincible dominating will—with this punch, even an illusory Nightmare, Mu Lin could shatter her!

“Woman, taste my Overlord God Fist!”

(End of Chapter)