At that moment, who knew how many formation arrays throughout the entire palace shattered in response? Had those arrays not absorbed the aftermath of the clash, forget this single palace—even the entire palace complex might have collapsed completely.
This was the terrifying aftermath produced by the clash of beings at the Peak Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The leader of the Blood Bandit Seven Riders was forced back several steps before he barely managed to halt and dispel the force beneath his feet.
The purple lightning beast beneath him roared continuously, its legs trembling. In that collision, all the force had poured onto its body. Its legs had nearly snapped on the spot just like that horse's had.
In contrast, Ye Xiwen's body did not so much as sway. He was tyrannically powerful, like an ancient demon god returned from the dead.
"What? Impossible! How could he block the boss's strike? And the boss was actually at a disadvantage? Just how powerful must his physical body be?"
The Blood Bandit Seven Riders were completely stunned, utterly dumbfounded. No one knew their leader's strength better than they did. Within the same realm, they had never seen anyone capable of blocking even one move from their leader. Even ordinary experts at the Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm were almost impossible opponents for them, yet to their leader, they were merely foes who could be completely slain with a single slash.
"This can't be real, right? We must have seen wrong!"
"This is a bloody joke! An ordinary Middle Stage Death Mystic Realm expert would be cleaved in two on the spot by that slash. How could this brat possibly take it?"
"Yeah, this guy is called Ye Xiwen, right? We clearly saw him before. His cultivation should