Chapter 594: The Sky-Blocking Giant Palm! The Dao of the Sword, All Things May Be Cut

But it was never a primordial spiritual treasure.

For the current Ancestor Minghe, the effect of a top-grade primordial spiritual treasure was becoming increasingly inadequate.

Under normal circumstances, a quasi-sage's counterpart should be a supreme-grade primordial spiritual treasure.

But in the entire Primordial World, there were not many supreme-grade primordial spiritual treasures to begin with.

Thus, quasi-sages most often used top-grade primordial spiritual treasures; only those with substantial resources possessed supreme-grade ones.

A quasi-sage at the peak who owned a supreme-grade primordial spiritual treasure was unquestionably among the strongest in their rank.

At present, besides the sages, only a handful of veteran great divine practitioners could be considered worthy opponents of Ancestor Minghe.

Each of these veteran great divine practitioners possessed at least one supreme-grade primordial spiritual treasure.

Facing an opponent with a supreme-grade primordial spiritual treasure, Lin Yuantu and A Bi could indeed play only a very limited role.

As for facing a sage, Lin Yuantu and A Bi were even less effective.

Ancestor Minghe favored using Lin Yuantu and A Bi to probe and slay opponents solely because they were merit-based spiritual treasures—killing with them incurred no karmic retribution—not because they were powerful enough.

After eons of contemplation, Ancestor Minghe's strongest technique now was the boundless Blood Sea beneath his feet.

The moment his words ended, Ancestor Minghe's spirit merged entirely with the Nether Blood Sea; the boundless sea erupted violently.

Splash!

Under Ancestor Minghe's control, the Nether Blood Sea surged into a blood-colored wave a hundred million zhang high.

This wave transformed into a colossal blood-colored hand, directly slamming toward Luo Fu.

The power contained within this hundred-million-zhang blood hand was undeniably terrifying—even a quasi-sage dared not meet it head-on.

Wherever the blood-colored hand passed, space itself collapsed under pressure.

Faced with such a blood-colored hand, Luo Fu's Space Dao had no place to be applied.

If space could be crushed, stabilizing it would demand an utterly terrifying expenditure.

Luo Fu was not Ancestor Minghe—he had no Nether Blood Sea as a backing, and Ancestor Minghe could afford such reckless expenditure.

The Light Dao and the Cycle Dao were clearly no longer usable.

Using either of these two Daos meant trading stamina with Ancestor Minghe.

With Luo Fu's mastery of the Daos, in a stamina contest, he would expend far less energy than Ancestor Minghe.

But as always, Ancestor Minghe had the Nether Blood Sea as his backing—his energy was nearly infinite.

Matching stamina against Ancestor Minghe in the Nether Blood Sea was sheer madness.

One must admit, Ancestor Minghe's move was genuinely troublesome.

This was Ancestor Minghe's most commonly used combat method now.

Within the Nether Blood Sea, no matter how many techniques you possessed, I crush them all with sheer force.

As the colossal blood hand loomed, Luo Fu remained calm and composed—he had dabbled in all three thousand Daos.

With his understanding of the Daos, he had a response for any situation.

Against an opponent who relied on overwhelming force, the most suitable tactic was to pierce the whole with a single point.

Whoosh!

Luo Fu extended his right hand and gently clenched it toward the void.

Vast amounts of Light energy converged into his right hand.

In an instant, a crystal longsword emitting a purifying aura appeared in Luo Fu's right hand.

This crystal longsword resembled the Eight-Faced Han Sword in appearance—ancient and majestic.

Clearly, Luo Fu had shaped it after the Eight-Faced Han Sword.

Holding the crystal longsword in his right hand, Luo Fu swept it gently toward the descending giant palm.

Hum!