Within this soul environment, what was displayed was not the power of a True God...
But the infusion of his Dao Rhyme, allowing martial artists to personally enter it and comprehend his divine path!
One man guarded a solitary city, resisting an army of thousands with a single slash!
This Devil Race martial artist possessed an aura of supremacy, as if he alone stood above Heaven and Earth.
After that slash, not a single soldier in the Devil Race army remained standing.
Of course, Luo Zheng was the exception...
But after Luo Zheng dodged that Saber Qi, the instant he climbed to his feet, the Devil Race martial artist's gaze fell upon him!
The moment the Devil Race martial artist fixed his eyes on him, Luo Zheng felt an immense pressure!
"You... why are you still standing!"
The Devil Race martial artist roared, causing even Luo Zheng's soul to tremble.
But Luo Zheng's gaze was resolute. He merely replied calmly, "My legs aren't broken. Naturally, I won't lie down."
"You refuse to lie down? Then kneel!"
"Whoosh!"
The Devil Race martial artist swung the saber in his hand and pointed toward Luo Zheng from afar. The great saber pressed downward!
The saber did not actually press against Luo Zheng.
But Luo Zheng instantly felt tremendous pressure bearing down on his shoulders!
Under the suppression of that immense force, Luo Zheng's knees bent slightly. Within that pressure was a sharp and domineering force, as if a great mountain were pressing down upon him.
At this moment, Luo Zheng was a soul-body, and the power of this pressure was not True Power. Naturally, he could not use Dragon Scale Power to resist it.
"Still not kneeling? Submit to me!"
The Devil Race martial artist let out a thunderous shout!
The great saber