At the moment the strike was unleashed, Zheng Ming felt the Thousand-foot Sea of God within him withering instantly. The Twelfth Grade Lotus Platform, although frantically absorbing Spiritual Energy from the heavens and earth, was like a drop of water on a burning cart of firewood, utterly insufficient to meet the demand.
The Twelfth Grade Lotus Platform, in an instant, shed dozens of petals. These petals transformed into the most pure True Yuan, fiercely pouring into that golden palm.
Ultimately, the palm only materialized into an area of a hundred feet. In a regular Martial Artist's battle, this hundred-foot palm could defeat most opponents, but at this moment, Zheng Ming was not facing an ordinary opponent, but the Heavenly Sword.
The invisible sword wave, at the very moment the golden palm took shape, finally surged to the proximity of the golden palm. It wanted to break through this golden palm; it wanted to smash the master of the golden palm into dust.
