Ye Zhenmo's strength went without saying. Everything he had learned placed him among the tiny handful standing at the pinnacle even within the Ye Family. Even if this was merely a Primordial Spirit Avatar, it was already far more formidable than many Celestial Realm experts.
Yet Ye Xiwen had actually withstood his sword light head-on. That alone left these giants utterly shocked.
"How is this possible? That sword light of Ye Zhenmo's must be the Demon Subduing Sword he had tempered for ages. It could suppress heaven and earth, its might boundless, yet it could not cut through his flesh? His physical body is too terrifying!"
Some people seemed to recall that Ye Xiwen had indeed once been renowned for the strength of his physical body. But they had never imagined it could be powerful to such an extent.
"What Demon Subduing Sword? I think it is nothing more than this!" Ye Xiwen sneered. His palm suddenly closed, and the sword light of the Demon Subduing Sword churned ceaselessly within his grasp, attempting to tear apart his hand. Yet the Sword Qi that had entered the Tenth Layer was fundamentally different from before. If Ye Xiwen had merely entered the Celestial Realm First Stage without advancing his Tyrant Body into the Tenth Layer, then this Demon Subduing Sword might truly have been able to injure him. But now that his Tyrant Body had entered the Tenth Layer, sword light of this level could not even hurt him.
As he spoke, Ye Xiwen clenched his hand fiercely, crushing the entire mass of sword light into fragments that dissolved into nothingness.
"What? How is this possible?"
Ye Zhenmo could not help being shocked. Though his Demon Subduing Sword was not a real sword, but was condensed from a strand of sword intent