A flicker of killing intent flashed through Ye Xiwen's eyes. He struck at once, his body as swift as lightning as he lunged straight at the Phantom Fox.
The Phantom Fox had been brimming with satisfaction. He had never imagined that Ye Xiwen would dare attack him, and he was completely unprepared. Ye Xiwen, meanwhile, had acted with intent; in but an instant, he had already pounced before the Phantom Fox.
"Bang!" Ye Xiwen's fist slammed viciously into the Phantom Fox's body. Though the Phantom Fox was an expert at the Dharma Idol Realm Ninth Heaven, what he excelled at was fighting with illusions, not this kind of face-to-face clash. In the past, enemies of any kind had found his illusions immensely troublesome, because his illusion techniques had reached the pinnacle of perfection. Perhaps even a meaningless cold snort could create an illusory scene and make someone sink into it. Thus, even when facing experts at the Dharma Idol Realm Ninth Heaven, he had often swept through all opposition—unless they were Ninth Heaven experts with exceptionally firm wills, who might break free in a short time.
Yet even so, he had never encountered anyone like Ye Xiwen, someone utterly unaffected by his illusions and capable of charging straight through them.
He was not adept at physical combat. Once his illusions became useless, his strength immediately dropped several notches. Even then, he was still far stronger than an ordinary Dharma Idol Realm Eighth Heaven Peak expert. Unfortunately, Ye Xiwen's combat power was such that, even among Dharma Idol Realm Eighth Heaven Peak experts, he could sweep across all directions.
"Pfft!" The Phantom Fox spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back repeatedly. That blood nearly transformed into a colossal beast with gaping bloody jaws, pouncing straight at Ye Xiwen.
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