"Bastard, what did you say?" Xiang Hao flew into a rage. Ever since he had guessed that that wisp of his Primordial Spirit had fallen into Ye Xiwen's hands, he had somewhat lost his composure.
"I said I want you dead!" Ye Xiwen sneered. His five fingers clenched into a fist, condensing countless strands of Star Power into a massive star in his hand, which came crashing down.
Right now, he harbored nothing but killing intent, with no room for any other superfluous thoughts. Xiang Hao's sneak attack had touched the reverse scale in his heart. To Ye Xiwen, Xiang Hao had become an unstable factor that had to be slain.
Xiang Hao had no choice but to strike out with palm after palm, trying to reverse the decline. Yet there was nothing he could do. No matter what move he used, Ye Xiwen seemed to share a tacit understanding with him, immediately knowing where its flaws and weaknesses lay before effortlessly crushing it.
Countless manifestations of intent were blasted apart, like shattered panes of glazed glass, crystalline as crystal as they fell to the ground.
Xiang Hao retreated again and again. At this point, the thought of fleeing had already arisen in his mind. Ye Xiwen's strength was no weaker than his, and, more importantly, somehow Ye Xiwen had grasped the weaknesses of so many of his martial arts, leaving him with almost no way to contend.
"Didn't you run rampant by relying on the Falling Moon Palm? Today, I'll let you die beneath your own martial art!" Ye Xiwen sneered. With a turn of his left hand, a bright moon actually churned in his palm, slowly rising.
It was precisely Xiang Hao's famed ultimate technique, the Falling Moon Palm. Yet at this moment, it had reappeared in Ye