If all these attacks landed, then even a master of the Dharma Idol Realm Fourth Heaven would probably die on the spot.
The dense barrage swept across the area, leaving Ye Xiwen no room to dodge at all.
Facing the roaring attacks of the great formation, Ye Xiwen merely gave a cold laugh. Countless streams of Sword Qi gathered in his hand, forming a treasured sword. Without the slightest hesitation, he charged straight in.
His figure was like a streak of golden lightning, weaving through the attacks. Each sweeping strike seemed to be evaded by Ye Xiwen at the very last instant, unable to so much as graze him.
At that moment, Ye Xiwen continuously slashed out with the treasured sword in his hand.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!" The treasured sword in Ye Xiwen's hand kept slashing. The attacks collided with his sword and were instantly chopped into nothingness.
He was so valiant that he hardly seemed human, like a golden war god. Time itself seemed to have stopped at that instant.
"Impossible! How could this be possible?!" The Dharma Idol Realm expert whose arm Ye Xiwen had severed stared at him in disbelief. He simply could not believe that someone's speed could be this fast. Even when Ye Xiwen could not evade, he could split the attacks apart with a single sword strike. His speed was so terrifying that even the man's divine sense could barely keep up.
It was utterly unbelievable, yet it was happening right before their eyes.
Within Ye Xiwen's mind, the Mysterious Space began madly deducing. It sought patterns within the attacks, searching for their rhythm and laws.
To others, he was already unimaginably fast, but Ye Xiwen himself knew that beneath such dense attacks, he was practically running himself ragged. Who knew how many years