The Hand that Could Summon the Stars

The dimension had lost its direction and coordinates. Emperor Xia's blade aura crossed each other as if it was turning the void into a chess board. Both the past and the future could not escape his blade aura.

Shen Lian's spiritual shape turned in and out to jump between every blade gleam. Whenever he dodged the attacks, he looked extremely calm and collected.

Emperor Xia's eyes were piercing and intimidating, burning like the sun at noontime. Up until today, he guaranteed that once Tianyi had exited Yinshang, all would be defeated by his blade's gleam. However, Shen Lian's cultivation had reached a level that his every jump could transcend both the past and the future. He obviously understood the real intention of the Daoist Master to achieve such success.