He was both shocked and furious. How could he fail to see that Ye Xiwen had treated him like a soft persimmon to be squeezed? If it had been him, facing one against two, he would have made exactly the same choice as Ye Xiwen—target the weak point first, then break them one by one.
In other words, he had been regarded as the weak point that needed to be eliminated first.
How could he not be shocked and enraged? What shocked him was that Ye Xiwen's strength had grown by an unknown amount since their last clash.
Last time, Ye Xiwen had already steadily overwhelmed him. This time, he had stepped into the Peak Stage of Life Mystic Realm, yet he still was not Ye Xiwen's match.
Especially when Ye Xiwen had suppressed the War Fortress all by himself—that had completely frightened him. If it were him, he absolutely could not have achieved such a feat. Once struck, he would likely have had no choice but to await death.
Thus, he would never have chosen such a mad act as charging into the War Fortress, much less succeeded at it. It was simply unbelievable.
What enraged him was being treated as a soft persimmon. This was the first time since he had made his name that anyone had regarded him as one. In the past, no matter how many enemies he faced, he had always been seen as the most terrifying presence.
The axe in his hand smashed viciously down at Ye Xiwen. The astonishing Axe Light split the sky, shattered chaos, and even sent the sun, moon, and stars spinning out of order.
Ye Xiwen showed no fear. Punch after punch blasted forth, meeting him head-on. The Axe Lights slashed onto his fists, yet could do nothing to