Dou Zhao's strength is the strength that crushes everything.
No matter what divine skills, Dao Techniques, or how powerful the puppets are, they are all shattered with one slash.
From the beginning until now, he hasn't stopped for a moment.
Always moving forward, moving forward.
No one truly stopped him.
Only now, he pauses!
He stops in mid-air, sensing a long-lost... danger.
The sense of crisis does not originate from the faintly gathering light of the supreme Dao Techniques in the sky.
It's right ahead.
In the River God's divine carriage, on that slender jade hand reaching out.
This hand looks so beautifully flawless.
It's as if Qu Shunhua is embracing Zuo Guangshu from behind, playfully reaching out from Zuo Guangshu's side, stretching in front of Zuo Guangshu's eyes.
As if to say —
Look, my lord, see my rouge, does it look good?
Yet the same hand easily smoothed thirteen sky fissures.
This very hand makes someone as strong as Dou Zhao sense alarm!
