At that moment, in the eyes of the soldiers besieging Zhao Cheng, the earth suddenly began to quake violently. Men and horses toppled over, falling all across the ground.
It was as if an earthquake of magnitude ten or greater had erupted in an instant.
Yet in reality, the land was calm and still. It was not the earth that was moving, but people's hearts.
And in that brief instant, Hao had already run nearly a hundred zhang.
Such physical strength, such explosive power—he had reached the limit of what a human of this era could achieve.
After all, transcendent swordsmanship had only emerged a few centuries ago. Though great talents unable to comprehend the Dao of heaven and earth and forge it into a sword had appeared during those centuries, the foundation was ultimately too shallow.
Take Zi Cheng, for instance. He possessed the extraordinary ability of the Sword Nurturing Technique. With how bug-like the Sword Nurturing Technique was, if Zi Cheng had only been given a sufficiently vast stage and enough resources, there was no way he would still be merely a Sword Saint after all these years.
Relying on Starfire Descends and the Sword Nurturing Technique, Zhao Cheng had already demonstrated just how formidable the Sword Nurturing Technique was.
But even with something so powerful, a dragon swimming in shallow waters was still no more than a mere Saint.
Hao was much the same. As Zi Cheng's tribulation, his origin was an apocalypse capable of destroying dimensions. Though that origin, like the Sword Nurturing Technique, had not directly transformed into power, it had elevated his talent to a realm ordinary people could scarcely imagine.
Otherwise, in the future, he could never have risen from a mortal body and sublimated into "Heaven." Though he was ultimately still worn