Six An Jings were still less than one An Jing—how could the other Da Chen generals possibly understand something even more absurd than utter nonsense? Yet that was the sheer value of the Five Emperors Method's Four Immortal Karmas and Three Dao Paths. The other generals hurled all their supernatural abilities and martial arts at once, bombarding An Jing's Dharma body. They did no more than add ripples like splashes of water across his body; before they could spread, the Gate of All Wonders absorbed them, turning them into An Jing's own power.
Still, he had only just comprehended the Dao of Spirit. Western Heaven General Yan Yuanyan slashed out with a single blade, annihilating matter, time, and space, while Eastern Heaven General Lin Siming unleashed a great supernatural art, wielding his brush-sword to paint across Heaven and Earth, seeking to transpose reality and illusion and seal An Jing within a painting of the real and unreal.
So even as he charged forward, An Jing raised his left hand and pressed a palm toward Yan Yuanyan, clashing head-on with the Heaven-Breaking Divine Blade that annihilated all things.
That palm, white-gold and hard as jade, pressed down upon the Heaven-Breaking Divine Blade—its sharpness honed to the utmost limit, capable even of cleaving time itself, making past and future collide to breed a spatial-temporal paradox and annihilate everything.
No matter what, before a supernatural ability involving Taiyin Infinity and Time Light's time and space, even a Heavenly Venerable would at least be cut open.
Yet only Yan Yuanyan, whose blade was truly caught beneath An Jing's palm, wore an expression as though he had seen a ghost.
"What the fuck is this?!"
Because he realized that An Jing's palm had not collided with his actual "blade" at all. On the contrary, the