"Is this all you've got? You think you can kill me with just this much? You're still far too lacking!"
Ye Xiwen let out a cold shout. His long whistle shook the entire sky, and above his head, the Yin-Yang Life-Death Diagram spun without end as it soared into the heavens.
The power suppressed within his body erupted with a boom. The strength he had seemed unable to fully control before was now completely under his grasp.
"Impossible! Could it be that you didn't even use your full strength just now?" The middle-aged man looked utterly incredulous. He simply could not believe that Ye Xiwen, who had continuously withstood his attacks, had not used his full power. If that was true, then what did that make him?
"That's right. Before, I was merely using you to familiarize myself with the true power of the Death Mystic Realm!" Ye Xiwen smiled. The aura around him surged forth continuously, erupting bit by bit, as though it had reached its limit while still breaking through without cease.
"You condensed a Martial Dao Avatar!" The old man was instantly shocked. At a glance, he saw Ye Xiwen's current condition. Other than having condensed a Martial Dao Avatar, there was no other possibility.
A look of immense horror abruptly filled his eyes.
One had to know that even among the great experts of the Death Mystic Realm, only a scant few could condense Martial Dao Avatars.
And every person who could condense a Martial Dao Avatar possessed either great fortune, extraordinary encounters, or shocking talent.
Just because Jun Dingtian and the others had condensed Martial Dao Avatars before did not mean such people were common. In truth, those capable of condensing Martial Dao Avatars were one in ten thousand.
Jun Dingtian and the others had