The moment they exchanged blows, Lin Fenghua was badly wounded by Ye Xiwen. It was completely different from what he had imagined—or rather, when Ye Xiwen had dealt with Huang Shuyi before, he had not gone all out, causing Lin Fenghua to underestimate him somewhat.
Lin Fenghua had believed he could handle Ye Xiwen, which was why he had rashly led men here. Even so, he had brought several Half-Step Dharma Idol Realm experts with him. His planning could not be called anything but cautious and thorough. Yet from the very beginning, he had misjudged Ye Xiwen's strength. Built upon that mistaken estimate, no amount of caution could save him.
Because he had been wrong at the root!
Many who had fought Ye Xiwen had suffered greatly at his hands. No matter how highly they estimated Ye Xiwen's strength, once they truly exchanged blows, they would discover that Ye Xiwen always seemed even stronger than they had imagined. In the end, they often paid a terrible price and fell at Ye Xiwen's hands.
"Ah!" Lin Fenghua no longer possessed his former composed bearing. Ye Xiwen had already forced him to the brink of despair; there was no room left for him to retreat.
With a furious roar, the lightning instantly shot into his body like streak after streak of electric serpents. Countless bolts of lightning raced wildly through him, and the vast true essence within his body immediately boiled. Though Ye Xiwen had severely wounded him, he had not expended much of his true essence. At this moment, the benefits of a profound cultivation realm were fully revealed.
Under the lightning's stimulation, he forcibly suppressed the injuries within his body, practically overdrawing his own life force. But at this point, he had no other choice.
Under the lightning's stimulation, his