Even the two from the Ye Family, who had flashed back in time, were in such a sorry state, let alone the soldiers guarding Emperor Qing who had no time to retreat.
A great cloud of blood mist exploded amid fragments of shattered armor. The imperial carriage, bright yellow and patterned with dragons, like a miniature traveling palace, split apart in an instant. Splintered wood flew and brocade tore, turning into scraps that filled the sky.
Before the dust could settle, the two figures moved again in unison amid the hundred-foot stretch of rubble.
One was bright yellow, like a dragon; the other dark, like a demon.
After exchanging a single blow, each had gained an understanding of the other's strength.
In terms of the intensity of his true qi output, Emperor Qing's kingly true qi surpassed Zhou Cheng's.
Without the restrictions of meridians, the true qi Emperor Qing released with every strike far exceeded that of any Grandmaster.
He needed no fancy techniques. Every attack crushed its opposition, breaking skill with strength, shattering ten thousand arts with sheer power!
Any other Grandmaster, aside from Si Gujian, would have had to avoid Emperor Qing's edge, whether Ku He or Ye Liuyun.
But Zhou Cheng did not.
Although his overlord true energy had not been broken down and rebuilt into kingly true qi, under the command of his hundred-forged true qi, all three energies-along with overlord true energy and One Heaven true qi-had fused into one, greatly improving both their strength and resilience.
That improvement allowed him to clash head-on with Emperor Qing's kingly true qi without losing ground.
"Good. Very good." Emperor Qing's voice was low, sounding both approving and like a pronouncement of judgment. "Chengcheng, you have surprised me once again."
Emperor Qing had not expected Zhou Cheng to