He knew better than anyone how terrifying his spear strike was. Within the entire temple, he had not dispersed its power; otherwise, even the stars in the sky could have been pierced through with a single thrust.
But concentrated at one point, it became even more terrifying, capable of piercing anything. Yet now, it had merely punctured Ye Xiwen's fleshy palm. Under normal circumstances, the entire arm would have been blasted apart on the spot.
From this, one could see why this brat had dared to return so arrogantly—he had his reasons.
"You do have some skill, but it's useless. Today, no one can save you!" He looked coldly at Ye Xiwen as though he were looking at a corpse.
Boom!
In that instant, killing intent surged from his body. As a Peak Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm expert, though he had not yet stepped into the Late Stage of Death Mystic Realm, he was already terrifying enough.
Powerful, terrifying force swept entirely toward Ye Xiwen alone.
This time, Ye Xiwen did not choose to withstand it head-on. Golden divinity surged beneath his feet, and the Wind-Thunder Wings behind him unfurled, beating in an instant.
The next second, he had vanished from where he stood.
Boom!
The space where he had been standing was blasted into fragments, scattering in every direction. Spatial shards drifted through the air, making the entire scene look incomparably horrifying.
Though this spear strike lacked much dazzling splendor, only those who truly understood could comprehend the killing intent contained within it. With the slightest carelessness, one could be blasted into pulp on the spot.
When Ye Xiwen appeared again, he was already behind the old man. His black hair flew wildly, his eyes were incomparably cold, and he instantly entered a state of clear mirror