When he saw the First Emperor use Myriad Swords Returning to Origin, reducing the One Hundred Twenty-Eight Sword Lights to a single beam, Zhao Li began cursing inwardly. The power of that one sword light had already surpassed the scope of a Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme.
The First Emperor's move might have looked simple, and it had not unleashed any excessive energy, as though anyone could use it. But with one premise added—that every one of the First Emperor's previous attacks had already reached the limit of Zhao Li's current realm—it was no longer simple!
The Great Dao was simple at its core. Everyone understood that stacking multiple energies would produce a stronger effect than before. But at their level, ordinary addition, subtraction, or multiplication made little difference. To stack Supreme power and unleash strength beyond that of a Supreme required an utterly terrifying amount of energy!
Yet under normal circumstances, who could control one hundred and twenty-eight times their own power as effortlessly as the First Emperor? For anyone else, even handling two all-out attacks at once might have been impossible, let alone merging them.
The First Emperor could do so with ease because his own power surpassed that of a Heavenly Supreme. Though each of these attacks had been kept at the peak level of Zhao Li's current realm, they were still far from the First Emperor's own limit. This was, in truth, the greatest cheat in this seemingly fair battle that was not on the same level at all!
No matter how indignant Zhao Li was, the First Emperor's attack would not stop. It had already left the bowstring and was flying toward him. Gritting his teeth, Zhao Li cast aside all reservations. The Eight Trigrams behind him spun faster and faster, gradually shifting from the Eight