The Martial God Sword was founded upon martial arts.
The Undying Blade possessed blade qi that neither died nor perished.
These were two extreme powers. Chu Yishan roared as all the power within his body gathered in his arms.
Driving these two weapons with ultimate force, he unleashed two unprecedented torrents.
These were powers bolstered by two Great Emperor treasures.
The power transformed into torrents, as though a Great Emperor had personally arrived, its Imperial Might blazing and impossible to suppress.
"Rumble, rumble."
Facing Imperial Artifacts, Li Changsheng still showed them some respect.
The sword in his hand, originally a single-colored blade, seemed to have been embellished by a streak of gold.
That streak rapidly spread across the entire blade. Mighty power surged forth, and the golden sword resembled a sun.
"Fallen Sun," Li Changsheng uttered softly.
In ancient times, there had once been a legend that ten suns hung in the sky. Later, someone shot down the suns, firing nine arrows in succession, until only one sun remained.
Those nine suns had already fallen and been destroyed.
Using the posture of the ten suns, Li Changsheng had created this move.
Fallen Sun was the day that had fallen.
The instant the sun fell from the firmament was its most powerful moment.
Imagine that sun descending like a meteor from a height of millions upon millions of meters.
The friction and gravity of the void, coupled with its own vast heat—the raging True Sun Fire was enough to Burn Heaven Boil Sea, to destroy heaven and earth.
At this moment, what Li Changsheng held was no longer a simple sword, but the terrifying power of nine fallen suns.
With a boom.
That terrifying sun collided with the torrent of blades and swords. After a brief deadlock,
Imperial Might came rolling