Four swords radiated immensely terrifying power, positioned in different directions around the divine statue, each claiming a section of heaven and earth and emitting a different glow. It was as if they had divided heaven and earth into four quarters. The skies changed color, winds and clouds surged, and waves of powerful fluctuations spread outward.
Everyone watched the scene before them in shock. Though they already understood what Zhao Fu intended to do—merely temper his natal divine artifacts—
The fluctuations were simply too terrifying, power on the level of destroying heaven and earth. Moreover, the power the divine statue was pouring into the swords was an exceedingly dreadful force, one they could not even hope to touch.
Most importantly, it was not just one kind of power, but four different kinds. Ordinary people could not possibly possess even one such ultimate, terrifying power, yet he already possessed four.
This was truly far too horrifying! How could such a terrifying figure exist in this world? Only now did those who had fought Zhao Fu deeply understand just how frightening he was.
He had not even used his true strength in his previous battles with them. If he used this power now, he could wipe them out with ease. It was a power that inspired utter despair.
Not only were those gods utterly shocked, but even the people by Zhao Fu's side were stunned beyond measure. Zhao Fu had not told them much, so they knew nothing at all about everything he possessed.
Though they now knew Zhao Fu was a Holy Son, judging from the current situation, he was far from as simple as an ordinary Holy Son. Too many exceedingly terrifying secrets were hidden within him.
Clang!
Another sword cry rang out, interrupting everyone's thoughts. A white sword flew out