The earth-yellow Jade Seal transformed into a mountain and came crashing down from the void toward He Pingsheng's head.
Five dragons coiled around it, their roars shaking the heavens.
Powerful shock waves swept toward He Pingsheng from five different directions.
He Pingsheng stood unmoving, a cold sneer curling his lips.
Then, with a Void Swift Movement, he escaped the Jade Seal's bombardment.
"Where did he go?" The steward controlling the Jade Seal instantly paled in shock when he saw He Pingsheng suddenly disappear.
The next moment, He Pingsheng appeared without warning to his left and struck out with his left palm.
The boundless divine power within He Pingsheng mixed with the laws of gravity, forming a palm likewise a thousand zhang across that slammed toward the steward.
This strike was immensely powerful!
But He Pingsheng had not used any power beyond his own.
He had not drawn on the divine power stored within the Primordial Chaos Supreme Dao Bell.
Nor had he asked Gu Baiping to act.
It was purely his own strength.
It was just that this single strike had drained all the divine power from between He Pingsheng's brows.
The earth-yellow palm stood upright and blasted straight forward.
It was blindingly fast!
Its vast aura swept outward, turning into ripples of energy. An innate pressure swept in every direction, making even Steward Peng, at the Divine Lord Realm Eleventh Layer, feel a tremor of fear.
Beneath the enormous palm's shadow, even the sunlight in this stretch of the void seemed to dim slightly.
"You whelp, how dare you..." the steward roared.
His voice boomed like a great bell.
But Steward Peng was not too worried.
Though his opponent had caught him with a sneak attack, it was no great problem.
He was merely at the divine spirit realm.