Just then, a bolt of lightning shot out from the dissipating thunderclouds.
"Found you," the Immortal Great Emperor snorted coldly.
The Immortal Sword in his hand swung once more.
"Third Stance of the Three Sword Stances, Qi Stirring the Firmament."
It was as though a breath of heaven and earth had gathered within his chest. The Immortal Great Emperor concentrated, holding his breath as that current spread from his sword-wielding right hand through his entire arm and into the Immortal Sword.
When Qi stirred the firmament, the sky itself had to tremble.
"Die," the Immortal Great Emperor cried softly.
The roar was like countless explosions of gas. That sword swept across the sky as though parting clouds and mist, cleaving heaven and earth apart.
Clouds rolled and scattered, dawn broke with morning light, and the breath of heaven and earth churned the firmament, growing ever larger and stronger.
As the saying went, let him be strong as he pleased.
Even should heaven spin and earth turn, should the cosmos be overturned, I would remain like pines and cypresses upon green mountains, standing unfallen.
The Sword Qi carried terrifying might. As it slashed over, it gave everyone an illusion.
It was as though the firmament moved with the sword.
With a deafening boom, the Immortal Sword collided with the lightning.
Yet in the next moment, the lightning was effortlessly extinguished, and the Immortal Great Emperor's expression changed.
"Not good, I've fallen for it."
He wanted to turn around, but the next instant, a faint laugh accompanied by sharp saber intent sounded beside his ear.
"Such a grand display, all just to deal with a clump of thunderclouds. You're making a mountain out of a molehill."
Xu Zimo had somehow appeared behind him, and Overlord Shadow effortlessly tore through his body, piercing