Chapter 2011 - 1527: Emperor’s Divine Fist—Emperor’s Seal!

"Near and far!?"

He Jin and the experts who had come into contact with Shattering Void techniques all showed confused expressions.

Could it be that Marquis Wei Wu intends to naively use a near and far method to directly shift in front of the Emperor Statue? How is that possible?

However, in a way that the crowd could not understand, Jiang Dali suddenly opened his eyes again, with Golden Light shining brightly. In Insight State, the status of the entire world around him instantly became different.

Terrifying pressure waves originating from above were decomposed into clearly visible force waves in his eyes, each wave composed of countless entangled energy factors.

Looking again towards the location of the Emperor Statue, there was no statue. Instead, there was a swirling light cluster, an energy group that refracted light and twisted space, causing not only space to warp but also creating folds, leading to threefold deception in vision and spirit perception, including spatial distance. This created the illusion that it was an Emperor Statue, trapping anyone who walked in the folded space, rendering escape impossible.

"What is this Emperor Statue?"

"It’s clearly..."

Jiang Dali stared wide-eyed, with the dazzling Will’s radiance in his eyes resembling two rounds of golden suns, transforming into waves of willpower, breaking through the layers of space folds created by the energy mass, crossing that seemingly unbridgeable thirty-zhang distance, and inching forward.

To He Jin and others, Jiang Dali’s eyes emitted a brilliant Golden Light, his body exuding an imposing and inviolable aura. Then, the air seemed to surge in front, as if experiencing a violent distortion wave, spreading like thick mist.

"Hmm?"

Dugu Qiubai’s expression froze temporarily, then he seemed to realize something, showing a look of incredulity.

Almost simultaneously, Jiang Dali suddenly stepped forward.

The first step across the thirty-zhang distance.

Boom! ——

At that moment, his eyes saw the light cluster floating in mid-air, causing the surrounding space to twist and fold, turning everything into an illusion, before becoming crystal clear before him, transforming into a fist!

He saw it clearly!

No!

It wasn’t a fist, but a Fist Mark!

A Fist Mark seemingly embedded within the invisible space.

Incredible!

His mind instantaneously roared, countless unknown elements freely floating in the atmosphere sped up like countless shattered fragments, converging into a scene.

In that scene, a majestic man exuding an aura of nobility stood with one hand behind his back, his right hand forming a fist, slowly delivering a punch. Like an ancient emperor stamping an imperial seal, as an ancient Emperor conquering the world, the moment his fist dropped, the space trembled and recessed, the intangible and formless space compressing into a golden Fist Mark...

Emperor’s Divine Fist!

When the Emperor goes on expedition, all submit, nations worship. When the Emperor throws a punch, heaven and earth lose color, enlightening all beings!

Crackling sounds! ——

Jiang Dali’s body was heavily shocked, as if hit by some terrible force, his tightly drawn skin violently trembling, his hair fluttering, his eyes seeming to be brutally punched, light dimming, with a miserable groan he closed his eyes, immediately blood trickled from the corners resembling small snakes.

"What!?"

"His distance... he broke through, he broke through a step within the thirty zhang distance?"

"He actually..."

Those understanding the significance of Jiang Dali’s step forward were all astounded, some even had legs so weak that they almost kneeled.

How many years has it been.

Aside from the Regent King, for so many years, no one could break through this thirty-zhang distance and take a step forward.

At this moment, even Dugu Qiubai showed an expression of amazement.

Meanwhile, not only were these people shocked, Jiang Dali himself was filled with astonishment, his mind completely occupied by that Fist Mark which seemed imprinted within the space, directly etched into his consciousness, his spiritual power, and the entirety of his spirit, essence, and divine power; the Fist Mark of the Emperor’s Divine Fist.

In this instant, his entire being seemed to be hit severely by this fist, causing his Qi-Blood to cascade down, his essence, qi, and spirit seemingly extracted by this punch.

A solemn and composed voice echoed in his mind.

"The Emperor’s Divine Fist, totaling ten styles, so-called techniques, are not formal techniques but techniques in Martial Arts Realm, Martial Arts Experience, and Martial Arts Heart; thus they do not adhere to any form, focusing solely on heart and mind. The Emperor’s first style, Fist Intent named ’Emperor’s Seal’!"

"Emperor’s Seal!!?"

Jiang Dali felt as if he suddenly returned from a dazed state to reality, a splitting headache, as if a terrifying fist instantly stuffed into his mind, the Fist Mark deeply engraved within his inner mind, brilliantly shining.

Emperor’s Seal, the dominance of this realm, wherever it’s placed, a Fist Mark must remain, even in the invisible Void, it’s the same. The person attaining comprehension will have this inheritance indelibly imprinted deep within the spirit, making it unforgettable, extremely profound!

Then, even the panel indicated that Jiang Dali understood one style of the ’Emperor’s Divine Fist’, however, Jiang Dali felt unprecedented pain and anger.

He didn’t favor this punch, nor did he favor this terrifying punch forcefully lodged in his mind, directly imprinted into his spirit, essence, and even his spirit, it might be a gift to others, but to him it’s an immense restriction, immense suppression, and bondage, limiting his Great Strength and inhibiting the evolution of his spirit!