The Might of a Grandmaster (Second Update)

Crash! Meng Qi seemed to hear the sound of a great river surging. It was the blood within the Heavenly Soldier's body beginning to flow again—fierce, surging, powerful, and unceasing.

From the sound came an image. In Jiang Zhiwei and the others' minds, a vast blood-red river emerged on its own, roaring forward and sweeping up everything in its path, containing a terrifying power beyond description.

To create such an impression with one man's blood alone—even with the contrast between solidifying and suddenly turning lively, between stillness and motion—was enough to demonstrate the Heavenly Soldier's strength!

At the very least, he was a grandmaster!

Meng Qi reached his judgment in an instant. With saber and sword in hand, he turned around.

There was no confusion in the silver-armored Heavenly Soldier's eyes, no daze, none of the reactions one should have upon suddenly awakening. They were sharp, filled with hatred and killing intent!

"You demons have trespassed into the Heavenly Court. You deserve death!" His resounding voice had barely rung out when he swung his halberd. Behind him, a vast starry sky emerged. A dazzling streak of light cleaved across the heavens, growing brighter and larger, burning with flames and warping the line of sight until it filled Meng Qi and the others' vision, as if it had merged into the halberd.

The aspect of a falling star!

At the same time, Meng Qi felt the mist roil and the sea boil. It not only transformed into layer upon layer of Shackles that bound him, but also made it difficult to connect his Inner World with the Outer World. His absorption and exhalation of the origin qi of Heaven and Earth became intermittent.

As a result, he could not bring out even seven-tenths of his full strength!

This was the might