Rumble!
Ye Xiwen's Wind-Thunder Force giant began to sprint madly, moving with astonishing speed.
Clang! The Chief of the Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders thrust the iron spear in his hand through the sky, its tip instantly stabbing toward Ye Xiwen's face. It was swift as lightning, breaking the surface with a single point. Wherever the spear tip passed, the sky shattered.
Clang!
The Wind-Thunder Force giant formed by Ye Xiwen directly raised a hand to block it. The spear tip pierced straight through the giant's palm, yet could go no farther.
At that moment, the Wind-Thunder Force giant clenched its five fingers into a fist and punched out. An unrivaled divine fist erupted on the spot, countless currents of Wind-Thunder Force surging forth with boundless killing intent and utterly terrifying might.
Another rider of the Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders, who had charged in to attack, was blasted away alive. He exploded directly in midair.
A clash of Great Daos was incomparably cruel; there was no room whatsoever for the slightest carelessness.
"Ah!" In reality, one of the riders cried out miserably. His Great Dao had been severely wounded by Ye Xiwen. In merely their first exchange, the difference in quality between his Dao comprehension and Ye Xiwen's had already been laid bare.
"What Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders? They're nothing more than empty fame!" Ye Xiwen threw back his head and laughed. Under his control, the Wind-Thunder Force giant threw another punch. True essence churned violently, heaven and earth around him resonated as one, and countless laws began sweeping about him.
He was incomparably domineering, like an overlord incarnate.
The other riders of the Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders had no choice but to defend with all their strength. Having succeeded in one strike, the Wind-Thunder Force giant