[It seemed you were painfully aware that this palm strike represented all of your spirit, not meant to kill but a symbol of your rebellion against the unfairness of fate. Once the strike was over, your life would also come to an end...]
[Boom.]
[You found you hadn't been killed. Opening your eyes, you saw the ground had shattered, the land ten miles ahead flattened by a single swipe of your hand.]
[All the beggar demons, those whom merely standing before could inspire fear, were turned to ashes in this single strike.]
["Ah...how is this possible...wait a moment, could this be...]
[You remained silent for a long while, then suddenly recalled the twelve glorious kings of the mortal realm and had an epiphany, cursing, "Damn it, the Emperor Engine?!"]
