At that moment, this Nine Infant king spat out a mouthful of vital essence, which transformed into a shield and blocked Ye Xiwen's following sword radiance.
Boom!
With a terrifying roar, the shield, though also a supreme artifact, could not compare to the Angel Sword. It was blasted to pieces on the spot, sending Sword Qi scattering across the sky with a dull crash.
Although this strike had failed to kill him outright, the Nine Infant king was blasted away, smashing through countless mountain peaks. This terrifying clash ended in Ye Xiwen's overwhelming victory.
Ye Xiwen stood in the void like a demon god. Although he had not truly experienced combat at the King Tier before—
His Tyrant Body alone was enough to ensure that he held the absolute upper hand. At this level of battle, every strike contained Dao Patterns.
In terms of realm, Ye Xiwen had only recently advanced, but the Mysterious Space had been analyzing and comprehending the Great Dao for him day and night. Thus, though he was merely a newly advanced king, his understanding of realms was not inferior to those veteran kings in the slightest.
As for cultivation, he had absorbed the power accumulated by the Demon Seed over the past several centuries. It had long since swelled to an extreme degree.
He lacked nothing; only combat experience was deficient. Yet the string of battles just now had made up for that weakness, something this Nine Infant Demon King could never have imagined.
Radiance flared brilliantly around him. Behind him, the Divine Ancient Scripture faintly manifested, transforming into one Ancient character after another. It was incomparably terrifying. When he stepped down, the entire ancestral land shook as mountains trembled and the earth split.
"Who dares lay hands on our Nine Infant Clan!"
Before Ye