With his shout, a massive golden palm appeared in the void. It blotted out the sky and sun, runes flickering across its surface as it radiated a terrifying pressure, as though it could hold the entire universe in its grasp.
The palm slowly descended, stirring up a powerful gravitational storm. The surrounding planets were pulled off their orbits by the gravity and plunged toward the palm, as though it intended to crush the entire Star Domain into dust.
Jian Yang took a deep breath and shouted, "Everyone, join forces and strike!"
Cang Yue and Ao Qing both nodded.
As peak Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperors, even though they had never worked together before, their coordination was remarkably seamless.
Sword intent around Jian Yang's body erupted like a ferocious beast breaking free of its cage, soaring by geometric multiples in an instant.
His hair rose despite the absence of wind, every strand dancing wildly like a spirit serpent. His robes snapped loudly, as though playing a fearless battle anthem.
His sword-like brows were tightly furrowed, like two towering mountains confronting one another. Madness and determination intertwined in his gaze, like the brightest yet most dangerous stars in the night sky.
The Wood Spirit Sword, his bonded immortal sword, hummed like an ancient mythical artifact on the verge of awakening. Countless ancient sword patterns on its blade seemed to have been activated like mysterious codes, slowly circulating as they emitted a dazzling radiance capable of piercing through layers of cosmic mist.
He suddenly drew in a breath and bellowed like a tolling bell, "Myriad Swords Return to the Sect, Sword Shatters the Firmament!"
In an instant, the sword laws throughout the vast, boundless universe seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible giant hand, plunging into intense tremors.
Countless illusory sword shadows surged in