Boom!
The Heavenly Giant Palm formed of Sword Qi came crashing down.
This Immortal Sect Heavenly Lord was clearly one who used the sword as his weapon, yet he had chosen to forgo it and fight barehanded. His contempt practically overflowed from his expression.
"Hah—ah!"
"Human ants..."
King Mo Shan roared in fury, instantly burning his blood essence. Boundless mana and strength surged through his meridians, causing his body to swell by more than double again.
He knew that only by displaying strength would he be qualified to speak with the Immortal Sect!
He had long since prepared himself, making many preparations for this day. He had not placed all his hopes upon the promises of the Shadow Demon Abyss envoy.
"Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
King Mo Shan gripped the Pitch-black Great Axe, his gaping maw swallowing the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth gathered by the entire ancestral land formation. He absorbed the mana of countless clansmen and kings across the race, as well as the Killing Intent of the army formation.
All strength was fused into a single furnace, undergoing Ultimate Sublimation before converging upon the great axe and cleaving toward the Heavenly Giant Palm in the sky.
At the instant the great axe struck out, countless phenomena appeared: scenes steeped in the vicissitudes of time. Magic Rock Tribesmen were born from mountain peaks, grew up, and through a journey of thorns and blue threads reached the present day, becoming the masters of a Minor World. They lurked, endured, and slaughtered. It was as though volume after volume of history had melted into one furnace, becoming this terrifying axe strike.
If the Magic Rock Tribe had a future, King Mo Shan would surely become a Sage King of his race for a generation.
This axe strike—
Was the