125, 'Imperial Order to the Gods!'_2

His defensive stance, initially frantic and disorderly, gradually became composed.

"En?"

Gao Li noticed the change, his gaze shifted, and the blade in his hand suddenly turned fierce.

Yet Zhao Duan seemed to have anticipated this, abruptly retreating backward, creating distance.

His boots scraped against the ground, and suddenly he also held his left hand behind his waist.

His right hand flipped, and in an instant, he thrust out a palm.

"Woo-woo—"

A gust of wind suddenly rose; at this moment, the dark clouds above the long street seemed to be stirred, flanking Zhao Duan's palm strike, lifting countless wine flags, and lanterns on both sides of the lengthy avenue.

Sand and stones flew...

In his mind's eye, he recalled a scene at the desert's edge where Great Yu Grand Ancestor unleashed palm wind, blowing down the stars in the sky.

The Milky Way hung upside down.

In this moment, even with Gao Li's experience, he was caught off guard and squinted his eyes.