Even tactical missiles couldn't possibly possess such destructive power; even a fully-armed war Space Shuttle would be blasted into pie filling upon being struck by such a blow, detonating in the air.
But the young Cultivator moved about with ease in this exceedingly dangerous assault, similar to a battlefield, as laid out by the Puppetry, moving as casually as if he were walking in his own backyard.
He would not have been hit. However, the will of the Heavenly Lord caused him to hesitate for a moment; his figure paused, and he was about to be sliced into two by the 'Punishment Golden Light' formed into a sword shape by the combined force of ten Puppets.
But quickly recovering, the young Cultivator's expression turned solemn. With a gentle pat on the gourd at his waist, a hazy Great Void light flared up, condensing into a flying dagger-like Sword Light in his hands.
