Even the many old monsters who had seen much and lived long could not help feeling a chill run down their backs. To severely wound that corpse-qi man with a single slash—what kind of strength was that? They simply did not dare imagine it.
The long blade in Ye Xiwen's hand radiated astonishing baleful qi, wisps of it spreading outward and twisting the surrounding space.
Everyone watched in terror. They were unlike those people Ye Xiwen had slain before; having reached their level, their horizons had long since broadened.
Seeing space distorted by baleful qi, they could not help swallowing. Just how fierce did that baleful qi have to be to twist space? No wonder that single slash had severely wounded the corpse-qi man. Perhaps it was not Ye Xiwen's true strength, but rather the terrifying power of this peerless vicious blade.
Ye Xiwen truly had trump cards appearing one after another. Every time everyone thought he could not hold on, he somehow managed to withstand it.
Jun Dingtian's expression was even uglier. Instinctively, he sensed an astonishing threat from that long blade, one that made even his noble divine essence feel intense danger.
His pupils abruptly contracted. Among the memories he had awakened, there was such a sensation. This was a Godslaying Artifact.
At that thought, his gaze immediately changed. It was beyond dispute that gods possessed divine artifacts, but not every god possessed a Godslaying Artifact.
For the prerequisite for a Godslaying Artifact was that it must once have slaughtered a god, thereby acquiring the aura of godslaying. Every god could instinctively sense an astonishing threat from that aura.
This was an artifact truly capable of threatening gods, the most noble beings beneath heaven and earth. Any god's first reaction upon seeing a Godslaying Artifact would be to