In an instant, the situation reversed. Fang Qianyuan felt his spirit essence and physical strength draining rapidly throughout his body. Although he had prepared himself, he still could not help drawing a sharp breath inward.
The cost of a single Shatter the Painting strike really is terrifying!
Yet as he recalled the wondrous sensation of invoking several powers of the laws at once, uniting the many paths into one, his heart burned with excitement.
The more he wielded this miraculous power beyond his realm, the more he could feel his own progress. He even had the illusion that he was rapidly adapting to it, and would soon truly master these powers and step into the Heaven Tier.
Only by reaching the Heaven Tier can one truly command the laws at will and possess the authority to wield the supreme power of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!
Power like this is far more profound than anything at the ordinary Earth Rank. No matter how strong the defenses of their formation, I can ignore them completely and kill with a single strike!
Fang Qianyuan's strike looked simple, but in truth, he had attacked thousands of times in that brief instant, moving with extraordinary speed.
Each attack had followed the sensed energy signatures, tracing back through the grand formation to strike the people within.
Yet to both him and those inside the formation, it had all happened almost simultaneously.
Fang Qianyuan had no time to examine the results closely. He turned his attention to Dongfang Zhi and saw that the strike had wounded him as well. His Dharma Robe had finally been pierced, and a patch of his white lapel was stained red.
Shock and fury appeared on Dongfang Zhi's face as he stared back at him.
Many years before ascending