Dou Zhao's strength was overwhelming, sweeping everything before him.
No matter what supernatural power, Daoist art, or powerful puppet he faced, he shattered them all with a single slash.
From the very start, he had not stopped for a single step.
He kept walking forward, forward.
No one had truly managed to stop him.
Only now did he halt!
Suspended in midair, he felt a long-forgotten... danger.
That sense of crisis did not come from the faint glow of the supreme Daoist art gathering in the Celestial Vault.
It came from just ahead.
From within the River God Divine Chariot, from that slender jade hand reaching out.
The hand looked so beautiful, so flawless.
It was as if Qu Shunhua had wrapped her arms around Zuo Guangshu from behind, then playfully reached out from beside his waist, stretching her hand before his eyes.
As if to say—
Look, my lord, aren't the rouge on my nails pretty?
Yet that very same hand had effortlessly smoothed away thirteen Rifts of Heaven.
That very hand had put a powerhouse like Dou Zhao on alert!
At most, he was two steps from the luxurious carriage.
But he could not take another step.
His blade was still in his hand, yet he retreated instead.
But...
He had only retreated half a step, less than nine zhang, before he could move no farther.
And it was not only Dou Zhao who could no longer move.
The supreme Daoist art about to descend from the Celestial Vault was also frozen, as were the wind passing by his ears and the streams of Daoist light he had shattered—even the Li Dragon pulling the carriage and Zuo Guangshu aboard the River God Divine Chariot...
An entire stretch of space!
Qu Shunhua had finally revealed her trump card.
At