Sword light shot into the heavens, shaking heaven and earth.
A terrifying force trembled through the world. Rapidly vibrating sword light burst forth and lashed directly into Niu Sheng's body.
Niu Sheng wanted to dodge, but it was already far too late. Ye Xiwen, attacking with all his strength, was unbelievably fast. Though Niu Sheng was also at the Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm, that depended on whom he was compared with. Ye Xiwen had only just entered the Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm, yet he was who knew how many times stronger than an ordinary expert at that level.
Boom!
With a tremendous roar, Niu Sheng was blasted away. Nearly half his body was cleaved off by Ye Xiwen, blood flowing backward into a river and spurting forth like pillars.
"Ah!" Niu Sheng screamed continuously. That strike had directly injured his soul.
"Ah, damned human, you're dead! You actually dared to hurt me—you dared, you actually dared!" Niu Sheng roared without end, still unable to recover from this sudden turn of events.
Ye Xiwen sneered coldly and strode straight forward.
"So what if I hurt you? You merely possess the bloodline of an Ancient Barren Bull. I've killed more Demon Race members with bloodlines ten times, a hundred times nobler than yours than I can count, much less trash like you!"
The Demon Race of the ancient wilderness could naturally not compare to the Mystic Realm in terms of strength, but in terms of heritage, they were no inferior. Each of the Ten Great Royal Clans possessed incomparably profound foundations and had once produced immortal powerhouses. When the ancestors of those Ten Great Royal Clans—the ten Demon Generals—had ruled the world under the Demon Race Heavenly Court, they had all been terrifying existences whose might shook the