Divine Intent?

Blade qi swirled, swallowing and spitting light.

If Li Qi had been here, he would have easily recognized it as the Dao Lineage that had spread farthest through the universe by its own development.

Martial arts.

And the phantom behind him was his Martial Way Divine Intent.

Devour! Plunder!

Lewd punishments and harsh laws, wanton slaughter of innocents, crushing levies and endless conscription, conquering who knew how many worlds and stripping their peoples bare—only that could nurture such a bearing, like jackals and serpents!

The lingering evil of wolves and jackals, the inherited venom of vipers and serpents; tormenting the common people, invading neighboring realms, using cruel punishments to cow the masses. Though countless people feared their wives and children would be slaughtered, there was still no repentance. Martial Way Divine Intent erupted, wantonly extracting and exploiting; corpses piled high and blood stank, killing intent soared into the sky, clouds darkened and mists turned bleak.

Looking closer, beneath his feet seemed to lie the harm caused by countless extortions. Souls bore grievances that shook the earth, innocents cried to heaven, yet the master of this Martial Way Divine Intent remained arrogantly upright, stubbornly clinging to the end without changing.

Such Divine Intent was enough to reveal many things. Even though Mo Long was seeing Martial Way Divine Intent for the first time, he immediately grasped the meaning conveyed by the aura emanating from his opponent.

There would be no compromise. This was naked invasion—either resist, or surrender and admit defeat.

The mecha still retained combat capability. Then fight!

The light blade in Mo Long's hand buzzed as he charged before his opponent.

Blade qi collided with the light blade, producing infrasonic waves that made one want to vomit blood.

If it had only been blade qi, it could not have