With you here, I have no worries.
Those fighting within the palace and those arriving from outside the palace all felt the same.
A sword pursued Zhu You from the front, while someone came from behind. He turned sideways, planting his feet on either side of the threshold.
And the wind had already pierced his ears!
That enormous, outrageously huge halberd had already closed in on his face.
The Six Directions Son of Heaven had not yet been achieved.
The Underworld Son of Heaven emerged!
Here stood the national fortunes of Qi State, the glory of a two-thousand-year empire. This lord was the Netherworld Son of Heaven, commanding and clothing ghosts and gods.
Yin and Yang became one.
At this moment, bolstered by the national fortunes of Great Qi, Jiang Shu had already begun to approach the legendary Six Directions Son of Heaven!
His halberd had crossed the palace threshold.
As though he, too, had reached a level where he could harm Zhu You.
At this moment, Zhu You stood sideways, straddling the threshold, half his body inside the palace and half outside. To his left was Jiang Wang, invincible in this age, his might already proven by history; to his right was the Underworld Son of Heaven, wielding one-sixth of the Yang Son of Heaven's divine power.
All were powers pushed to the furthest bounds of imagination.
He had once looked forward to such power, regarding them as "worthy of cultivation," fellow Daoists with whom he might one day walk the same path.
But now he understood that their ways as people were different; they would surely never change.
"I am already feeling... quite disturbed by this!" he sighed.
Then he spread both hands wide!
His left hand seized Longing's blade, while his right caught the Fang Tian Ghost