Battle of Dragon Imperial Pass (3)

Long Tianyin's expression darkened. His right hand lifted from the armrest of the throne, his five fingers spread, and he clenched them in Situ Xuan's direction.

The Hand of Order condensed once more. This time, it was not a single palm descending from the sky, but countless palms appearing from every direction at once, sealing off every space above, below, left, right, front, and back of Situ Xuan, forming a cage made of hands.

Situ Xuan's body spun inside the cage, his legs turning into two golden whirlwinds—Eight Extremes Heaven, Blade Chaos Thunder.

His legs became countless leg-shadows amid the high-speed rotation, each one kicking a blue-gold palm, shattering those hands, blasting them apart, turning them into motes of light that scattered away. He was so fast the palms had no time to close, so fast Long Tianyin's Hand of Order could not keep up with his rhythm.

Long Xingyu moved.

His figure vanished in golden-red light, as swift as teleportation—pure, ultimate speed. The lightning-fast charge granted to him by the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter made him so quick that even Situ Xuan's Violent Foot could not fully track him.

A dark-red longsword stabbed in from Situ Xuan's right. At the tip, a mass of slaughtering sword qi had been compressed to the extreme, and the air before the blade was torn apart beneath that sword qi, revealing streaks of black spatial cracks.

Situ Xuan reached out with his left hand, spread his five fingers, and seized the incoming blade. The blade slid through his palm, giving off an ear-piercing metallic screech. Dark-red sword qi exploded, mangling his palm into a bloody mess, but his fingers did not budge, forcibly stopping the longsword in midair.

Long Xingyu's figure appeared at the other end of the blade, a trace