Ye Xiwen immediately felt an immense force smash viciously into his body. It gave him no time to react before it sent him flying on the spot.
His body tore a huge rift through the air as he was blasted backward for hundreds of miles before he barely managed to dispel the tremendous force. Even so, his chest still ached faintly, and he felt stifled.
He was utterly shocked. He had now entered the Dharma Idol Realm Eighth Heaven, and his strength had long since undergone earth-shaking changes. Experts like Teng Yang, who had once been able to pose an enormous threat to him at the Half-step Celestial Realm Middle Stage, were no longer worth worrying about.
Yet he had been sent flying by a single strike.
He looked up and saw an extraordinarily powerful figure: a strikingly handsome man in purple robes. Two scales grew from his forehead, proclaiming his identity as a member of the sea race.
The handsome man stood with his hands behind his back, his frame tall and imposing like a pillar holding up the heavens, rooted between heaven and earth. An exceedingly dangerous aura radiated from him.
The surviving sea race experts were overjoyed at the sight of this man and promptly fell to their knees in salute.
"Young Master!"
"Greetings, Young Master!"
After Teng Yang's defeat, they had thought they were all doomed. They had never expected this man to appear at such a moment.
Ye Xiwen's expression shifted slightly. Hearing what they called him, how could he not know who this man was?
If he had guessed correctly, this man was Teng Yang's greatest backer—Teng Tongtian.
But why was Teng Tongtian here?
Wasn't Teng Tongtian said to have entered the deepest part of the treasure vault alongside numerous Celestial Realm experts?
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