Lin Taichu extended his finger forward again. Boundless sword intent gathered and formed terrifying swords, like countless blades carrying overwhelming sword might as they shot toward the palace.
Thunderous booms rang out one after another. The Myriad Phenomena Universe Palace trembled continuously, yet it remained as steady as a mountain, seemingly unaffected.
"Do you have any other moves?" Di Qingcheng looked at Lin Taichu mockingly.
"Then I'll let you see clearly." Lin Taichu glanced at Di Qingcheng indifferently. Then he stepped forward, and his figure vanished. The space abruptly fell silent. Only the wind blew past, stirring faint ripples without the slightest stray sound.
"How strange!" The crowd's hearts trembled slightly. They stared nervously at that space, afraid of missing even the smallest detail, afraid of overlooking a single word.
"Buzz..."
A peculiar fluctuation spread out, and the entire space shuddered slightly. Lin Taichu appeared out of thin air behind Di Qingcheng and raised his hand, striking down at the void.
That stretch of space suddenly became still. Then, a giant golden palm condensed into being, dazzling and radiant as if forged from gold, emanating brilliant divine light that suppressed all things.
Di Qingcheng felt his body stiffen, and his aura suddenly weakened. His face instantly turned several shades paler. Only then did he understand that Lin Taichu's strength had long surpassed his own. This was simply a battle between two entirely different levels.
Boom! The giant golden palm descended. Amid a deafening roar, Di Qingcheng spat out blood, his face pale as paper. His body swayed unsteadily, as though he could no longer remain standing.
"I said it before—you will die!" Lin Taichu said coldly, his eyes revealing an arrogance that looked down upon everything. He pointed a finger, and terrifying Soul Power burst forth, transforming into wisps of