This strike was not enough to take Zhao Taiyi's life, nor could it even be considered a severe injury.
Given just a moment, he could recover the power he had lost.
But in the instant Zhao Qi was knocked down a realm,
the Divine Emperor mobilized his last strength and struck with all his might.
Myriad Spirit Fist!
Five Saints Fist!
Ancient Yang Fist!
Five Elements Fist!
...
Various fist techniques blasted forward.
Majestic fist light bloomed, covering the Constant Sand Great World, erasing the Great Dao, stopping time and space.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The cries of killing shook the Taiji Era, reaching into the far distant past.
A pair of Fist Seals, revealing grim white bones, still pushed forward relentlessly.
The struggle under the fist's edge was unprecedentedly fierce, but each attempt at ascension was interrupted.
Ah!
Zhao Qi roared, desperately mobilizing the power in his body.
Just a moment, a single moment, and he could have recovered his full strength.
