What a pity you ran into me?
Quite a few people felt like laughing. Was it really such a pity?
Who, exactly, should be pitied!
An expert at the Transcendent Realm Eighth Heaven should, logically speaking, be able to sweep all before him unless he encountered people like the Poison Prince, the Flame Prince, Pei Xingchen, and the rest.
Yet they had happened to encounter each other!
What a pity you ran into me!
There was nothing wrong with those words, but who exactly was to be pitied was still uncertain!
Clang! The longsword in his hand abruptly blossomed with dazzling light. Sword radiance soared to the heavens and lunged at Ye Xiwen in an instant.
The longsword seemed to pierce through the sky, arriving before Ye Xiwen in the very next second and leaving no time to guard against it. This sword strike could absolutely be called a swift sword.
Yet no matter how swift it was, it could never be faster than Ye Xiwen. Everything was laid bare before his eyes; there were no secrets at all. He saw through it instantly.
"Is that all?" Ye Xiwen suddenly moved. Golden divine radiance flickered over his hand as his great palm shot out and directly seized the incoming sword light.
Bang!
The sea clan youth's sword light was crushed by Ye Xiwen in an instant, as flimsy as paper. It could not possibly pierce Ye Xiwen's golden divinity. Immediately afterward, Ye Xiwen threw another punch.
The sea clan youth moved with his sword, his body having only just lunged forward when he never expected Ye Xiwen to shatter his sword light in an instant. With no defense whatsoever, Ye Xiwen's punch had already struck.
Bang!
He was struck directly in the chest and sent flying backward, blood spraying across