Holy City.
The bustling Holy City fell still. No matter what people had been doing, they stopped and looked up at the sky in disbelief.
"What was that?"
"I saw a streak of sword light pierce the sky and tear it open."
"My heavens, what kind of attack was that?"
"The sword light came from Sword Martial Palace. Did the Sword Martial Sovereign unleash it?"
"So powerful! Is that the Sword Martial Sovereign's strength?"
An uproar swept through Holy City. Sovereigns had fought on the True Martial Continent before, but most people had never had a chance to watch. Even the slightest shockwave from a battle between Sovereigns could easily kill an ordinary Warrior.
But now—
A streak of sword light had shot out of Sword Martial Palace and torn the sky itself apart.
No one doubted that if the sword light had been aimed at Holy City, even its defensive formation could not have stopped it. It might have cleaved the city in two, leaving its people dead and its lands devastated.
"It's Father. Father's Cultivation." Qin Ming flew out of Holy City and stared at the sky in shock.
Ordinary Warriors could only see how terrifying the sword light was. They could not sense the Great Dao Power within it. Qin Ming was different. As a Five-Tribulation Sovereign with considerable strength, he could naturally tell whether it contained Great Dao Power.
The crucial thing was...
"Father didn't use any Great Dao Power in that strike."
Qin Ming was deeply shaken. "Without drawing on Great Dao Power, that strike was still many times stronger than my all-out attack. Even a Nine-Tribulations Sovereign might be no stronger."
"What level of Martial Skill is this?"
Qin Ming was both awestruck and full of admiration.
There was no one in the world