The sword light was fierce, carrying the will to annihilate everything.
Gua...
With each cry of the time toad, time at the place where the sword light struck began to reverse once more.
However, it was exceptionally slow and stagnant, and one could faintly hear peculiar sounds.
Liang Hui remained composed and serene, determining the extent of the time reversal, and the outcome was already destined.
Such sword light, he could wield for an entire day.
But he did not have such a leisurely interest.
"The next punch, will end this playtime."
Clang!
The Taoist Sword returned to its scabbard.
His arm stretched forward, his fingers and palm changing instantaneously four times, each change accompanied by a majestic roar.
Four sacred beast phantoms materialized behind the young man, then all surged into the outstretched arm.
At this moment, the spirit to create worlds emerged upon his figure.
"Time? Come see my Worldly Fist."
