The Godslaying Sword reached Hundred-Faced Devil Emperor's brow before Zhang Tie did, streaking in like lightning. A calm smile appeared on Hundred-Faced Devil Emperor's face. He reached out, gave a pinch, and caught the Godslaying Sword Zhang Tie had launched with his spiritual force.
The Devil Emperor's movement was simply too fast—fast beyond description. Yet because of that, in Zhang Tie's eyes, it instead seemed incomparably slow. That utterly contradictory sensation of speed and slowness alone was enough to make one feel as if their head were splitting apart and their chest were stifled.
Zhang Tie had never imagined that his Godslaying Sword could be caught between someone's fingers like an arrow shot from a bow. The Godslaying Sword had originally been condensed and manifested from spiritual force. Like a ray of light, it had no physical form; otherwise, it could never have blasted into its opponent's Sea of Consciousness.
How could Hundred-Faced Devil Emperor's hand seize something without physical form? Could light be grasped in one's hand?
In battle, that question merely flashed through Zhang Tie's mind. Then, amid his roar, the enormous spiked mace in his hand had already smashed toward the Devil Emperor.
Hundred-Faced Devil Emperor exerted force with the hand gripping the Godslaying Sword. The sword's radiance shattered and vanished like fireworks. Then, with that same hand, he lightly slapped toward Zhang Tie's spiked mace.
Boom... The force of the Kinetic Strike erupted instantly. Yet this time, instead of spreading out as Zhang Tie had expected and striking Hundred-Faced Devil Emperor, the tremendous energy of the Kinetic Strike reversed and surged back toward Zhang Tie, as if in a directional blast, bounded by Hundred-Faced Devil Emperor's palm. That powerful kinetic release seemed not to have come from Zhang Tie at all, but from that palm—or, more