Hiss!

The sword light that suddenly gushed out from behind Xuan Zheng was suffused with an aura that was desolate and silent like an abyss. The aura was neither being created nor destroyed, neither alive nor dead, and it caused one to feel despair, helpless, dispirited, and uneasy.

It was extremely terrifying!

This sword strike seemed capable of annihilating everything, and it caused the entire space here to freeze for an instant as if it had fallen into a state of eternal destruction.

“Hmm?” Xuan Zheng sensed an extremely dangerous aura suddenly surge through his entire body, and it felt as if an enormous mountain was pressing onto his heart, causing even his breathing to become difficult.

Swoosh!

Under the stimulation of being on the verge of death, Xuan Zheng practically instinctively dodged to the side. But before he could catch his breath slightly, the assault of an enormous hand was reflected within his eyes.

The enormous hand held the surging Netherworld river and the might of the palm strike exerted by this hand shot out like wave after wave, and every single palm strike’s might was more formidable than the previous, blazed brightly, and oppressed the souls of all.

Their strengths overlapped without end as they strengthened ceaselessly, and layer upon layer atop each other seemed to form a sea of palms that descended down with the...