"I'll fight you to the death."
Watching his family be annihilated, with not even the slightest path of retreat left for himself.
At this moment, Liu Yun had gone completely mad.
"Die!"
At this moment, he burned all his lifespan and bloodline power, driving the strength of a third-level Quasi-Saint to its absolute limit.
His body was enveloped in a layer of golden light. It was no ordinary gold, but a gold containing the power of the Great Dao—the manifestation of the Dao Fruit he had cultivated for hundreds of millions of years.
Behind him, a massive phantom emerged.
The phantom stood roughly a thousand zhang tall, indistinct and blurry, with only the vague outline of a human figure visible.
It was the shadow of his Great Dao, a law incarnation condensed from all the laws he wielded.
The shadow of the Great Dao raised its hand, and a colossal golden palm descended from the heavens, blotting out the sky and sun, covering the entire firmament.
The palm was covered in densely packed runes, each radiating an incomparably terrifying aura—an aura that tore crack after crack through space itself.
It was as though even space could not bear that utterly terrifying power.
"I want you dead."
A flash of madness passed through Liu Yun's eyes. At this moment, he condensed all his law power into this single strike, swearing to crush Ye Lin into a pulp.
Ye Lin looked up at the golden palm that covered the sky and sun, his expression calm.
He held the Godslayer Sword horizontally before him, pressed the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, and slowly drew them from the base of the blade to its tip.
Where his fingertips passed, silver-white patterns lit up across the sword blade. They were the