Jiang Ding and his Flying Sword, along with an entire Starry Sky Unmanned Special Corps, were sent flying by a single palm strike, their bones shattered, and warships and fighters exploded in succession.
"…Imperial Realm…"
Jiang Ding barely managed to prop himself up with his sword, his chest drenched in blood, and he couldn't help but feel a shock of terror.
He looked at his sword.
It was bent.
The blade had a thirty-degree curve; even an almost-Emperor-ranked weapon was not enough. Under the power of a Great Emperor, it would be damaged instantly, simply unable to withstand the force.
"How do you possess the power of a Sub-Emperor?"
A Flame Giant descended, landing before the Yanliu Imperial Child, and asked slowly.
A great suppressive force filled the surroundings, the fire-attributed Spiritual Energy exceptionally restless, cheering as if welcoming the ruler of the Flame Dao, eagerly pledging loyalty to it.