The Combat Saint King made his move. Although it was just a large hand descending, unadorned by any Dao Trace Laws, everything seemed so primordial.
Yet, only the truly significant figures understood that this was an expression of reverting to simplicity. The hand stretched out, seemingly not large, but in an instant, it shrouded the heavens and earth, as if refining a vast expanse of the void, turning it into a world within its grasp.
Ordinary people were astounded. The Combat Saint King's words seemed too arrogant. Such a strike, devoid of any mana, surely even one of them could handle with ease.
However, the truly powerful ones, like those watching from the Immortal Forces—Heroic Masters and even those of Saint Master Level—truly changed their colors.
Such methods, oh how extraordinary, even many of the Saint Masters had not achieved this step.
The Combat Saint King, regarding the comprehension of the Dao's realm, had long surpassed many Saint Masters.
