Sima Yi hovered in the air, a multitude of Sword Qi permeating the surroundings, emanating a crisp sound of sword resonance. His gaze was unwavering as he channeled his Spiritual Energy to its limit, releasing a single, devastating sword strike.
This sword strike seemed to split heaven and earth!
The power it exuded vaguely surpassed the limits of a Ten-thousand-year Emperor, possessing the might to slay one from a lower cultivation base.
However, this unparalleled sword strike, in the face of the palm print descending from the heavens, seemed utterly insignificant. Before it could even approach, it was completely annihilated by the palm's qi, shattering inch by inch.
The peerless might of the Origin Emperor Realm was transmitted from the palm print, pressing down so heavily that Sima Yi struggled to breathe.
Sima Yi watched the palm print fall, thinking in despair, Am I to meet my end here, even before I can return to the Great Qin Dynasty?
