It was his cultivation of the Overlord King's Blazing Universe Jue.
The more domineering the cultivation technique, the more fearlessly one practiced, the greater the power they would wield.
At this moment, Xiang Qianheng stepped into the air and brought his palm down, shattering countless sword qi beneath his hand.
To him, the sword intent that filled half the firmament was negligible as his black robe billowed in the wind.
Under the strands of hair on his forehead, his eyes leaked formidable dominance.
With a cold snort, as his palm descended, a surge of crimson spiritual energy erupted around him.
Half the sky seemed to collapse under the pressure of his hand.
Spiritual energy was in turmoil, space was shattering.
Countless streams of sword intent were extinguished within it.
Feeling the power of this palm, Sword Twenty-One's countenance was stern and resolute.
