The Human Emperor Sword really had some substance to it. The Desire Realm had actually been damaged.
Perhaps because of the Human Emperor, the number of second-ranks in the Human Path was rather sparse compared to other Dao Lineages, forcing it to compensate through its official rank system. But things like the Nexus of All Realms and the Human Emperor Sword were still at a high level, not something ordinary second-ranks could withstand.
But it did not matter, because the first sword strike had already been blocked.
Li Qi had also awakened from his frozen state and merged into that immense demonic intent.
The demonic intent was so profound that the surrounding second-ranks all furrowed their brows.
They had long heard that Li Qi was a demon child, but his primary identity was still a Shaman. None of them had expected him to be able to command and unleash such demonic qi.
The battle that followed was brutally simple, because it did not involve space-time. It was merely a contest of techniques, skill, and power; it did not even touch upon any dispute of "Dao."
There was too little time.
Ordinary battles were mixed with struggles over space-time and Dao. It was like two special forces kings fighting: if they had made every preparation, armed themselves to the teeth, and entered a dense forest battlefield, it would become a drawn-out contest of every possible skill.
Survival skills, physical constitution, endurance, willpower, knowledge, and all sorts of tolerance—for example, resistance to fungal infection, firearm maintenance, vigilance, and luck.
That was the kind of battle Li Qi usually encountered. On a battlefield spanning endless space-time, there were far too many things to compete in. It was an almost all-encompassing confrontation, every aspect subjected to trial.
Victory or defeat would be decided through