"Are the disciples of the Primordial Palace always this domineering?"
A middle-aged man in a golden Daoist robe stepped forward, his hair cascading like silk, wielding a purple jade whisk emitting a radiant golden light. Thunder flickered in his eyes, exuding authority without anger.
His eyes flashed with thunder, and his Primordial Spirit inscribed the Ten Thousand Skills into the void. As the whisk waved, there was grandeur akin to the collapse of heaven and earth, the fall of the Great Sun!
Three thousand strands of dust shot out, interweaving the Dao's laws, with crisscrossing tracks of Dao forming an endless great net, enveloping all directions. The aura of Dao flowing within seemed capable of shredding all things.
The void of the Sea of Realms was oppressed to the point of emitting helpless wails.
Facing this overwhelming killing formation, Ji Jingqiu had no choice but to destroy it with a single slash.
