Afterimages

Images.

In the first fragment, Dao Lord Tianheng stood in the void, silver-white radiance of laws swirling around him.

That radiance was not stable. It churned at tremendous speed, like a blaze of silver-white fire ignited around him—burning, surging, exploding. Opposite him, three mid-level Abyss Great Lords spread out in a fan formation.

Each of them was over twenty thousand zhang tall, their bodies covered in countless eyes. Every eye blinked, scarlet flames burning within their pupils.

Dao Lord Tianheng raised his hand.

He slashed with a sword.

There was no sword—only sword intent.

A silver-white sword light shot from his fingertip, fine as a hair. Yet the instant it flew forth, it split into three streams, each striking toward one of the three Abyss Great Lords. All three sword lights hit at once.

The bodies of the three Abyss Great Lords were split apart at the same instant, cleaved neatly in two from crown to crotch.

The power of laws contained within the sword light burned through their bodies, vaporizing their flesh and blood from within.

They did not even have time to howl.

From raising his hand to lowering it, that strike took less than a breath.

Three mid-level Abyss Great Lords. Three swords. Three deaths.

Chu Ming watched those scenes, his brow twitching slightly.

The strength of a high-level Dao Lord.

It was not suppression. It was "dimensional reduction."

The gap between a mid-level Dao Lord and a high-level Dao Lord was like the gap between a newly initiated Dao Lord and a mid-level Dao Lord.

In the eyes of a high-level Dao Lord, a mid-level Dao Lord's resistance was like an ant's struggle.

It was not that they had not tried hard enough. It was that it was meaningless from the start.

In the second fragment,