"Oh? You're still standing after facing my palm strike?" the First Emperor said with slight surprise. There was appreciation in its eyes as it looked at An Lin, and it continued, "You have to realize that each of my attacks is on the level of Heavenly Dao. In other words, they can easily attack your Dao…"
Upon hearing this, An Lin finally understood where his peculiar feeling was coming from.
The First Emperor wasn't talking nonsense. Instead, its palm strike had indeed struck his Divine Dao of Darkness. This was clearly an intangible and ethereal Dao, yet the First Emperor was still able to attack this fundamental origin. Just how powerful did one need to be to achieve such a feat?
"Stop flexing! Hurry up and kill him!" the Heavenly Sea God in the First Emperor's left shoulder couldn't help but shout.
The First Emperor furrowed its brows and said, "I would become truly perfect if none of you existed within me."
