That day, Old Chen comprehended thirty percent of the Yi God One Sword, and the power he unleashed was enough to shake even the many palace masters.
Although those palace masters, whose cultivation was close to the World Lord realm, naturally had no reason to fear Old Chen's sword, they could not help feeling jealous when someone as untalented as him, merely at the Divine Extremity Realm, managed to unleash such tremendous power.
Luo Zheng's sword, meanwhile, was almost the complete Yi God One Sword.
When it came to swordsmanship, Luo Zheng still did not dare call himself a grandmaster. After all, this was a sword technique created by a Celestial Venerable-level figure, and he had no qualifications to pass too much judgment on it.
However, relying on his comprehension of the Sword Intent of the Yi Sword Celestial Venerable, he had managed to perform this sword with ninety percent similarity...
Of course, that was not ninety percent of its power. If it had been ninety percent of its power, forget the Cloud Mist Celestial Palace—even this entire great world would probably have been cleaved in two!
That faint sword intent shot out at tremendous speed. At first, it did not seem particularly astonishing. Yet after it plunged into the boundless golden-and-silver mountain, it vanished without a trace.
Floating in the void, Luo Zheng's gaze remained calm, but a hint of puzzlement flickered in his eyes.
In terms of sheer momentum, this sword did not seem particularly powerful?
Or had he failed to fully comprehend the Yi God One Sword?
He had never expected this sword to truly shake the heavens and earth. But for it to vanish the instant it sank into the mountain was somewhat disappointing. After all, this was supposedly a sword technique capable of injuring a