"Is that so? I never expected that even a dead man like me would remain in Your Excellency's memory!"
The old man's eyes turned sharp as he spoke in a deep voice.
"Watching the tides rise and fall by the sea, sharpening my blade in drizzling rain, until they flowed eternally. I drew upon the boundless waters of the ocean to enter the Celestial Phenomenon Realm. This saber has not been drawn for over a hundred years. Today, I invite Your Excellency to test its edge."
The old man raised his saber and slashed. The river surged, wave upon wave rolling without end, as though all that remained between heaven and earth was that endless saber intent, vast as the sea.
"A mere river dares compare itself to the boundless ocean. Ignorant.
Fifth Palm!"
Facing the saber intent that stirred up towering waves, Zhuo Qing's expression remained indifferent. His casual words made his attitude clear. In his eyes, the old man and his saber were nothing remarkable.
With a raise of his hand, domineering yet sinister palm force gathered in his palm before he struck out.
A terrifying giant hand suddenly appeared in the sky. Its purplish-black color was suffocating, and its layers of true energy pressure made people tremble as it slowly descended. That hand of hell seemed intent on suppressing everything.
With one palm strike, the river was smoothed flat. The waves vanished, and the saber light dispersed.
"Pfft!"
Terrifying palm force flooded into his body. The old man immediately spat blood, his aura weakening in an instant. Clearly, that palm had injured him badly. His body flew back dozens of zhang like a kite with its string cut.
"Sixth Palm!"
Before he could steady himself, those words by his ear, like the whisper of the Reaper, yanked