"Fight!"
In the shattered palace, Qin Wudao roared, his eyes unwavering. Clenching his fists, the cry of dragons echoed around him as he lunged at the oncoming roc. Countless fist shadows erupted with immense power, enough to reverse the course of the Milky Way.
This punch is for imperial power!
BOOM!
The imperial fist rained down, striking the roc's head. The tremendous force directly smashed through its skull. Blood splattered, and feathers scattered as the creature fainted.
"So weak!" Qin Wudao muttered. He didn't use his sword; instead, with fists like dragons, he crushed all approaching powerhouses from the All Clans. One punch for each underling.
The illusion around him simulated powerhouses from the All Clans who, despite being at his same cultivation level, were merely ordinary Taiyi Earthly Immortal Martial Artists with limited combat prowess.
