As all the ripples subsided, everything within a hundred thousand meters had been flattened. Enormous pits hundreds of meters wide dotted the ground everywhere, with shattered rocks scattered around and trees snapped apart. A terrifying aura permeated the area.
Within the largest pit at the very center, seven-colored flames rose from Zhao Fu's body. He held the Imperial Killing Sword in one hand. Several shallow wounds marked his body, blood flowing from them, though they were rapidly healing as well.
On the other side, Hao Dao stood there with a long saber in hand, surrounded by a platinum-colored barrier. His other two incarnations had vanished.
Hao Dao's expression was grave. From the very beginning, he had been curious about just how strong Zhao Fu was, and now he knew. This was the first time he had encountered someone so terrifying.
Apocalypse World had actually nurtured such a dreadful person. Not only was Hao Dao deeply surprised, but if word reached the Immortal Realm, it would likely shock quite a few people. To deal with such a monster, he could only use all his strength.
Boom!
A heaven-shaking explosion rang out as immense platinum saber energy erupted from Hao Dao's body, forming a platinum aura a thousand meters tall and several hundred meters wide. Violent saber winds swept outward in every direction.
Hao Dao, within the platinum aura, underwent a startling transformation. His platinum hair rapidly lengthened, every strand like metal and radiating sharpness. Two blade-like horns grew from the top of his head.
Three saber marks emerged on his brow, his eyes turned into saber pupils, and platinum crystals appeared on the backs of both hands.
Hao Dao now radiated an incomparably terrifying saber intent. Dozens of sabers revolved around him, while the ground could no longer bear his power