Humm!!!
A beam of light shot from the Identity Token and gathered into a figure in the Void.
The figure was tall and imposing, clad in golden robes. His face bore some resemblance to Su Cheng's, but it was more majestic, more profound, as though it held the vicissitudes of countless ages.
He was an ancestor of the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty, a peerless expert of the Sixth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
Though he was only a phantom, his aura still made heaven and earth tremble.
"Ancestor!"
Su Cheng fell to his knees, his voice choking.
"Ancestor, please strike down this fiend!"
The phantom nodded faintly and looked toward Su Tao in the distance.
His gaze was aloof and commanding, as though he were looking at an ant.
Then the phantom raised his right hand and struck with his palm.
This strike was entirely different from the one Su Tao had delivered earlier.
Su Tao's palm strike had been golden, uncanny, and capable of devouring everything.
This one was upright and open, filled with boundless authority.
Where the palm imprint passed, even the Void submitted and bowed, as though welcoming its king.
Su Tao's expression shifted.
He sensed a genuine threat in that strike.
With a cold snort, he struck out with his own palm.
The two palm imprints collided in the Void.
Boom!!!
A heaven-shaking, earth-rending blast tore through the world.
Violent energy swept in every direction, shredding everything around it.
Most of the hundred-odd Quasi-Saint experts were already dead or wounded. The survivors were fleeing for their lives. Who among them would dare come closer?
The two palm imprints held against each other for a moment.
Then cracks began to appear across Su Tao's.
They multiplied and spread until it burst apart with a roar, scattering into golden light.
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