In an instant.
Four heaven-piercing sword lights—white, black, gold, and yellow—shot into the sky, plunging straight into the firmament.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng immediately brought his hands together in a cross-shaped seal.
In an instant.
The four resplendent longswords bursting with sky-soaring Sword Intent merged into a single ancient yet magnificent longsword.
The moment it manifested.
Terrifying ripples spread outward with it.
Even this layer of void was churning without end.
At the same time, a cold, indifferent shout rang out.
"Slash!"
The ancient yet magnificent longsword floating before Cheng Buzheng slashed through the air.
As the sword light swept past, the void tore open.
A long river of chaotic Sword Qi, carrying terrifying might, surged toward the enormous palm that blotted out the sky and sun, seemingly solid.
Wherever it passed, the void roiled, and this dim layer of void was completely illuminated.
An instant later...
A tremendous boom, as though heaven and earth were collapsing, spread through the air.
Boom!
Dazzling waves of light swept outward.
After a breath of stalemate.
Terrifying cracks emerged across the surface of that seemingly solid, heaven-supporting giant hand.
The next instant.
The enormous palm crumbled inch by inch and vanished into nothingness.
Seeing this scene.
The Seventh Divine Envoy, standing above the Forbidden Sea, showed not the slightest anger in his eyes. Instead, a trace of interest surfaced within them.
"I never expected this junior of the human race to possess such strength, enough to break apart a casual strike from this Divine Envoy."
"So the juniors of my clan did not die unjustly!"
Such combat strength!
It far surpassed the strength of an ordinary Half-Step Supreme, and indeed made the Seventh Divine Envoy view him more highly.
He was almost on par with Purgatory Situ, who had cultivated the first two