His fist force spiraled as it crazily twisted and spun, charging straight at Ye Xiwen.
Ye Xiwen had no time to dodge and was struck head-on.
Bang! Ye Xiwen was blasted into the air, his entire chest a mangled blur of flesh and blood, torn apart by that terrifying fist force. Had it been an ordinary person, their whole body would likely have been pierced through. Fortunately, his tyrant body was formidable enough.
Ye Xiwen felt countless horrifying forces rampaging through his body, pain shooting straight into his mind. Yet he had no other choice at this moment. He hurriedly activated the Phoenix Rebirth Art to heal his internal injuries, unable to keep from smiling bitterly. The methods he had once relied on to run rampant without equal—whether his physical body or his speed—could barely be brought into play against Wang She.
Relying on his realm being far above Ye Xiwen's, Wang She's physical body, whether in strength or speed, was no weaker than Ye Xiwen's. What was more, his realm was vastly higher. With the advantage of his cultivation realm, he could suppress Ye Xiwen completely. The points Ye Xiwen had been proud of could not offset that advantage; instead, he was forced into the disadvantage.
This was the fundamental reason Ye Xiwen had found every step difficult from the very beginning.
The fierce battle and Ye Xiwen's injuries directly awakened Ye Mo from his secluded slumber.
"What trouble have you stirred up, kid? Why is a Dharma Idol Realm expert personally trying to kill you?" Ye Mo asked.
Ye Xiwen did not hide anything and relayed the matter through divine sense.
"Even so, you can't let him keep you tied down, or you'll be finished. Although your strength is only a hair's breadth away from his, you absolutely