Wen Qingye's injuries were currently severe. 'But what kind of wound hadn't he endured before?' Gritting his teeth, he jerked his sword up, and a resplendent golden light flared brilliantly. At the same time, his clothes turned an even deeper shade of crimson. His wounds had clearly burst open, soaking the fabric in fresh blood.
"Third Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Shake the Mountains and Rivers!"
Standing atop the Ice Python, Wen Qingye's Emperor-like aura spread out boundlessly. He gripped the One Thought Sword with both hands and slashed down. The very air seemed to split in two as a soft hum resonated from the blade.
BOOM!
The Primordial Qi collided, and the resulting sonic boom echoed in all directions. A sharp pain shot through Wen Qingye's chest, forcing him to stumble back several steps.
That last palm strike had also cost Lim Tian a great deal of energy. To launch an attack with such lingering power from so far away was pushing the limits of his cultivation.
