"The truly laughable one is you!"
Ye Xiwen's voice was as cold as if it had crawled out of hell, and its echoes still lingered.
At this moment, Bei Shan Jue instinctively realized that something was wrong.
"North Mountain Snow, be careful. He's stalling for time, trying to consolidate his cultivation!" Brother Feng beside him had a higher cultivation after all, and he actually saw through Ye Xiwen's intentions—that Ye Xiwen was buying time to stabilize his realm.
Under such circumstances, whether one had consolidated one's realm or not made a world of difference.
"Stabilize his realm? Fighting me at a time like this, and he still has the mind to worry about that? I think he's tired of living!" North Mountain Snow said arrogantly. As one of the North Mountain Clan's foremost geniuses, he stood at the Celestial Supreme Realm. Even on the Ancient Barrens Continent, he was a hegemon in his own right. Among the younger generation, his status was naturally unimaginably lofty, and this had bred his excessively conceited character.
It would have been impressive enough if he had not been distracted. Yet Ye Xiwen actually dared to concern himself with stabilizing his realm while fighting him.
He commanded that river of sword radiance to pursue Ye Xiwen, determined to cut him down. How could an ordinary person possibly compete with sword light in speed? Yet Ye Xiwen was no ordinary person. With the Demon Wings, even without spreading them, his movement technique was astonishingly fast. At this moment, he finally struck. A huge hand reached out and transformed into a dragon claw.
"Great Dragon Capture Art!"
With a loud roar, his massive hand actually grabbed directly at that river of sword Dao.
Boom!
Amid a tremendous roar, the huge hand and the river of sword Dao