The Divine Skills manifested by the Holy Master were terrifying to the extreme.
Once the Apocalypse Grinding emerged, it crushed everything in its path.
Jiang Ming's heart raced with the sense of imminent danger flooding his mind. His figure flickered, ascending higher with each step, as the power within his body intertwined to unleash his strongest strike.
"Fifteen hundred principles, Godslaying Sword!"
The long sword that evolved in his hand was no weaker than a twelfth-grade divine weapon. It shimmered with light, immeasurable in its divine might, as numerous principles interwoven layer upon layer, crafting divine patterns of power.
Sword Qi surged, imbued with the force to destroy the Various Heavens.
The sword split the sky, sheared through order, and demolished the chaos currents. It evoked earth, fire, wind, and water, halting the grinding force of the Apocalypse Grinding with a startling explosion.
