Hope instantly blazed in everyone's hearts. At this moment, Ye Xiwen was their only hope. If even Ye Xiwen was defeated, the consequences would be unthinkable.
While everyone was still reeling in shock, the longsword in Ye Xiwen's hand had already closed in on Jun Dingtian's head, as though it could blast him apart completely in the next instant.
But at that moment, Jun Dingtian suddenly twisted around with lightning speed, too fast to cover one's ears, and swept out a heaven-shaking sword radiance that seemed intent on cleaving Ye Xiwen alive into two halves.
"Useless. Did you think a sneak attack like that would make you my match?" A few traces of disdain flashed across Jun Dingtian's lips. He had never regarded Ye Xiwen as worthy of notice. Absolute strength gave him absolutely tyrannical methods, and he was not afraid of any tricks Ye Xiwen might pull.
Just as Sun Wukong could never flip out of the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain.
Clang! Two enormous sword radiances savagely collided in midair. As expected, Jun Dingtian's sword intent directly ground away Ye Xiwen's sword intent, then swept onward, as if it would cleave Ye Xiwen in half in an instant.
Yet at that moment, as though he had long been prepared, Ye Xiwen transformed directly into a mass of golden light, causing the strike to hit empty air.
In the distance, Ye Xiwen revealed himself, a thin stream of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He had forcibly suppressed his injuries to gain this chance to attack, but it had been useless. Just as he had expected from the start, Jun Dingtian's strength far surpassed his own. Such minor tricks were difficult to make work.
It was like when Zhan Ming and Chu Yun had joined forces against him