At that moment, everyone felt that as Ye Xiwen spoke, heaven and earth themselves changed color. His roaring words instantly spread throughout the Battle Arena's world.
Ye Xukong's expression changed slightly as well. He could not imagine how, after taking that sword strike, Ye Xiwen had not only avoided being heavily wounded, but had instead seen his cultivation surge from the Dharma Idol Realm Third Stage to the peak of the Dharma Idol Realm Third Stage.
Even some of Ye Xiwen's aura felt familiar to him. That familiar presence had once only been felt from himself, yet now he could sense it from Ye Xiwen as well.
Wave after wave of tyrannical aura erupted from Ye Xiwen's body. His surging, billowing vitality tangled into Qi Pillars that shot straight into the sky.
"Whatever changes you may have undergone, this battle ends today!" Ye Xukong coldly shouted. As the Child of God, having failed to take down Ye Xiwen after so long was simply a humiliation to him. Even he had to admit that Ye Xiwen was indeed monstrous.
But no matter what kind of monster or peerless genius one was, before him, the Child of God, they were all drifting clouds, all laughable jokes.
"I am the supreme revered god!"
With a thunderous roar, countless Sword Qi around him began condensing into a Dharma sword. Inconceivable radiance burst from the sword as his entire being entered a state of unity between man and sword.
Immediately afterward, that massive Dharma sword blasted toward Ye Xiwen with lightning speed, seeking to reenact the scene of pinning Ye Xiwen to the ground.
But the Ye Xiwen of now was worlds apart from the Ye Xiwen of moments ago.
He did not move at all. He merely opened his blood basin of a mouth,