Amidst the endless smoke and dust, a burst of Seven-Colored Clouds scattered in all directions and obscured the entire void. Yet, he saw that upon Bei Shan Jue, who should have been heavily injured by Ye Xiwen, a Seven-Colored Divine Garment had appeared on his body, blocking that attack which should have been fatal.
"Ye Xiwen, how dare you injure me!" said Bei Shan Jue coldly, his voice sounding as if it came from out of hell. "It is simply an unforgivable crime. Even if a god were to come, they wouldn't be able to save you!"
He opened his eyes, and his aura soared abruptly. Set off by the Seven-Colored Divine Garment, he was just like a deity, and compared to just now, his aura had undergone a fundamental elevation once again.
"I will let you know what kind of end awaits you for offending me!" said Bei Shan Jue with endless coldness.
"What a joke. Would I need anyone to save me?" said Ye Xiwen with a cold laugh.
He stepped forward directly and pointed with a finger in his hand. Shaking Heaven Stance—the entire firmament trembled sternly under this finger of his. Compared to the previous Imprisoning Heaven Stance, Shaking Heaven Stance was even more tyrannical by several margins.
Layers of halo emanated from his fingertip, looking like the halo when the firmament trembled.
"If you want to court death, I will grant your wish!" Bei Shan Jue stepped forward, his aura constantly bursting at the seams. An even more intense light bloomed on the Seven-Colored Divine Garment, and a seven-colored precious sword appeared in his hand. In an instant, he thrust out with a sword, fast to the extreme, and in a split second carved a huge rift out of the entire sky.
The sword tip