"How... how is this possible?!"
Su Cheng's eyes widened as he stared at Su Tao in the distance in utter disbelief.
He knew Su Tao was strong. He knew Su Tao had killed the three great marshals. He knew Su Tao had slaughtered tens of billions of soldiers.
He knew Su Tao was at the Quasi-Saint Sixth Heaven.
But he had never expected Su Tao to be this strong.
The three of them joining forces, yet they could not even withstand a single palm strike from him?
"Impossible? Hehe..."
Su Tao chuckled softly, standing with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down upon the three of them.
That gaze was indifferent and lofty, like a god looking down on ants.
"Do you think the Quasi-Saint Sixth Heaven is merely one realm above the Quasi-Saint Fifth Heaven?"
"You are wrong."
"For a Quasi-Saint at the Sixth Heaven, killing a Quasi-Saint at the Fifth Heaven is like killing chickens."
As his words fell, he raised his hand again.
This time, he held two fingers together like a sword and lightly pointed at Su Cheng.
A streak of sword light shot forth.
That sword light was incredibly faint, so faint it was almost invisible, yet everything in its path was annihilated.
Su Cheng's expression changed drastically. With all his strength, he swung the Heaven-Slaying Sword, laying down layer upon layer of sword screens before himself.
But that streak of sword light passed through those sword screens as if they were nothing, heading straight for his glabella.
"Emperor, be careful!"
With an enraged roar, a fourth-level Quasi-Saint expert soared into the sky and blocked Su Cheng's path.
He was one of the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty's hidden foundations, an old monster who had lived for countless years.
He formed seals with both