Yan Rui was truly astonished, but Ye Xiwen had angered him as well. Endless true essence boiled forth from within his body, sweeping outward in wave after wave like a heaven-shaking hurricane gathering strength.
"It ends here. That fellow has some skill, but before a truly enraged Yan Rui, he is nothing at all!" Yang Zhentian said, a trace of disdain flashing across his lips. Ye Xiwen's combat strength had indeed exceeded expectations, but that was all.
"To truly force Yan Rui to this point—I've never seen it before out here," Yanzi said lightly. "Yan Rui, can you handle it? Don't disgrace us. He is merely at the Late Stage of Death Mystic Realm, while you are at the Peak Stage of Death Mystic Realm. If you cannot suppress him, it will be far too humiliating for us!"
"Shut up! If you think it's so easy, deal with him yourself!" Yan Rui said coldly, his gaze fixed on Ye Xiwen.
"Though I do not know how your combat strength suddenly rose to such a level, no secret technique amounts to anything before true strength. You have done well to force me this far, and you may take pride in that—but this is as far as you go! Die!"
With a furious roar, his entire body exploded like a mass of flames. Then, in an instant, he transformed into something like a blazing sun and came crashing down upon Ye Xiwen. His whole person seemed to have become the incarnation of Flame Law itself—mighty and terrifying.
Almost no one could keep their eyes open, much less truly see his movements.
Yan Rui had initially believed that dealing with Ye Xiwen would be no more than a wave of his hand, nothing worth fearing. Those from outside were all far too weak