Under the gaze of countless eyes, the blood-red Sword Qi struck the Imperial Capital, spreading destructive power, shattering time and space, and obliterating everything in its path. However, a miraculous scene unfolded. The Imperial Capital, which should have been shattered, remained as firm as Mount Tai, showing no sign of destruction. It was as if Qin Wen Lu's full-force strike was merely a gentle breeze brushing past, without any destructive force.
"Huh?" Qin Wen Lu's eyes widened in utter astonishment. He felt a powerful force blocking his attack, indicating that there were still powerful Martial Artists in this world.
Quickly, the aftershock subsided, revealing the figure of Qin Wudao. His expression was cold. He was dressed in an imperial robe with two golden dragons coiling around him, displaying immense imperial prowess and the majesty of one who commanded heaven and earth. He quietly looked at Qin Wen Lu, his face devoid of emotion.
"It's His Majesty!"
