After just one exchange, the old man felt his entire arm go numb. In the past, such a thing would have been utterly impossible. What kind of terrifying monstrous strength did it take to achieve this?
After cultivating to the Death Mystic Realm, even without relying on any martial arts or divine abilities, one could be said to possess the strength to uproot mountains and an aura that overshadowed the world, with inexhaustible power and an incomparably formidable physical body.
Yet with only a single strike, he had still heavily wounded them. What terrifying power was this?
"This is only just the beginning!"
Ye Xiwen gripped his longsword and stomped fiercely beneath his feet. His entire body shot forward like a cannonball, launching directly into the attack.
"Whoosh!" Sword light spilled down like a galaxy pouring into the mortal world, sweeping out an enormous ribbon of light that flew straight at the old man's face.
This strike was incredibly fast, and its force was equally immense.
The snow-bright sword light shredded everything apart. Its power was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, it was as though countless Gods and Devils were roaring, directly manifesting a universe that devoured all things.
Shock flashed through the old man's eyes. Ye Xiwen was filled with an aura of slaying gods if gods stood in his way and slaughtering buddhas if buddhas blocked his path. It was earth-shattering and utterly gave him no chance to react.
"Clang!"
He only had time to retract his spear and hold it before himself.
With a tremendous boom, the sword tip struck viciously against the spear shaft. A large swath of scales on the shaft instantly shattered, and that terrifying force traveled along the spear directly toward the old man's arm.
"Buzz!"
He immediately felt his entire