Chapter: Overlord Demon Spirit
At this instant, He Ping finally made his move. His strike was exceptionally precise, like a shrewd hunter who only killed his prey at the critical moment. His calculations could be said to have been flawless.
Facing the remnant soul of this generation's Overlord of the Great Sheng Dynasty, he showed no great reaction. He merely reached out a hand, shattered that enormous palm, and seized at the remnant soul itself.
After a long period of recuperation, He Ping had recovered seventy or eighty percent of his strength. Showing himself was no longer difficult. Only upon seeing the remnant soul of the Overlord of Dasheng reconstitute itself did he decide to reveal himself.
After all, this was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity, and He Ping had also discovered that this matter concealed quite a few mysteries, as well as advantages for himself.
Boom!
He spread his hand wide, his attack razor-sharp. Like an experienced hunter who had found his prey's weak point, his aura slashed at the soul like a heavenly blade. His palm and claw shot forth like racing thunder and flashing lightning—utterly impossible to block.
"Imperial Foundation Has Its Limit! Grand Plan of Heaven and Earth!!"
Though this remnant soul was incomplete, it had once been part of an unparalleled overlord. Seeing He Ping launch this attack, it unleashed the potential it had possessed in life at the brink of danger. Both hands struck out in succession, like colossal waves battering the heavens!
Strands of power gathered in the void, square and orderly, like a cage constructed from heaven and earth. This cage had condensed from supreme imperial will; with the will of an unmatched monarch, it transformed heaven, earth, time, and space into a shroud.
"Under all heaven, is there any land that is not