His face went deathly pale. He staggered back more than a hundred meters before finally stopping, shedding the force on his body as he panted heavily. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. As an expert at the peak of the Celestial Realm Fifth Stage, this was the result of their very first exchange.
Although the gap was not as vast as the difference between him and those giants of the Celestial Realm Seventh Stage, it was still an enormous qualitative leap.
Ye Xiwen shook his hand and looked at Senluo Hao somewhat carelessly. Senluo Hao's strength was indeed formidable, especially his physical body, which was exceptionally tyrannical—but that depended on whom he was compared with.
Competing in physical strength against someone whose Tyrant Body had already entered the tenth level was simply asking to be beaten.
"Why? Are you still not planning to come at me together?" Ye Xiwen glanced indifferently at the others before finally fixing his gaze on that ordinary-looking young man, his eyes unfathomably deep.
"Damn it, you're courting death!" Seeing Ye Xiwen's careless manner and realizing that he did not take him seriously at all, Senluo Hao flew into a rage. "Senluo Heavy Sword!"
The heavy sword in the distance instantly flew back into his hand. It had long since been refined by him to the point of perfect mutual understanding; even if it flew into another dimension, he could still retrieve it.
With a thunderous roar, he unleashed the Senluo Clan's powerful martial art. In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to vanish, as though only this heavy sword remained. Before this power, everyone would tremble in fear—a terrifying force capable of destroying the world.
That purely terrifying force had actually evolved into a sky full of sword intent. The principle of using