He was like an asura amid the flames of war, an ancient overlord!
The moment he made his move, he completely suppressed the Ghost Spirit King. With a single sword strike, he heavily wounded him, leaving many of those watching in utter shock as they broke into discussion.
"Is that Ye Xiwen? My heavens, he's incredibly strong!"
"He was already frightening enough when he used that saber to kill a Dharma Idol Realm Third Stage expert. And now he's actually wounded the Ghost Spirit King so severely—my heavens!"
What kind of figure was the Ghost Spirit King? Many people present knew very well. As their levels rose higher and higher, there were only so many people in their circle. Who did not know the others' backgrounds?
Though they had not yet reached the level of the Ghost Spirit King, Zheng Baiyi, and the others, they were not far off. They knew the supreme experts of their circle well enough. To them, the Ghost Spirit King was an unreachable figure, one they could only look up to.
With a single move earlier, he had heavily wounded a Dharma Idol Realm Third Stage expert. That alone showed just how domineering he was.
Now that he had suffered under Ye Xiwen's hands, it was not because he was too weak. It could only mean that Ye Xiwen was too strong.
"Damn it!" The Ghost Spirit King's expression began to shift uncertainly. Suddenly, he let out a thunderous roar and lunged viciously at Ye Xiwen.
"Die for me!"
Countless ghostly flames blazed from his remaining arm, eerie and terrifying beyond measure, as he clawed down at Ye Xiwen through the air.
"Good!" Ye Xiwen laughed heartily, battle intent appearing in his eyes as he charged straight into the countless ghostly flames.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!