Clang!
Ye Xukong's longsword flashed out in an instant, like a soaring dragon. Endless sword gleams burst forth and swept out. Compared to a month ago, his strength had improved by no small measure.
The extent of that improvement was truly terrifying.
He was absolutely worthy of the title Child of God.
Whoosh!
The sword gleam tore through the sky and reached Wang Xuanyu in an instant, fast to the extreme.
But Wang Xuanyu was not much slower. He threw a punch directly, crimson fist force crushing forward.
Boom! With a massive explosion, Wang Xuanyu's body was almost shoved back again and again by a tremendous force. He staggered several steps, shattering the ground beneath his feet before barely managing to stop.
"How is this possible?" Wang Xuanyu stared at Ye Xukong in disbelief. A month ago, Ye Xukong had merely been evenly matched with him. Yet in such a short time, Ye Xukong had improved again—and by so much.
For most of that month, he had been nursing his injuries. Ye Xukong's sword had severely wounded him and damaged his vitality.
Compared to Ye Xukong, not only had his strength failed to improve, it had even remained stagnant.
"Have you forgotten? I said that in ten years, taking your head would be as easy as reaching into a bag for something. Now it seems ten years won't even be necessary. You only know how to use such tricks, after all!" Ye Xukong's icy voice rang beside his ear. Wang Xuanyu's vision blurred, and Ye Xukong had already lunged before him.
He could see Ye Xukong's face, slightly twisted with rage. An immense aura instantly blocked him in.
At his side, a Sea Clan expert was the first to react. He struck out directly, his claw descending toward Ye Xukong.