A gust of wind swept past, and everyone felt a chill run through their entire bodies, as if Ye Xiwen had frightened them senseless.
Only two words surfaced in their minds: fierce and savage. Yes, only those words could describe Ye Xiwen in his current state.
A wild aura surged from every acupoint in his body, stirring up towering waves. A terrifying force supported him from all around. Everyone knew this state—it was a Martial Dao Avatar. There were even others present who possessed Martial Dao Avatars, but they had never heard of anyone unleashing one to such a horrifying extent.
Using the Peak Stage of Death Mystic Realm to beat a Myth Realm expert into such a state—there had not been many such cases throughout history. In all their years, Ye Xiwen was probably the only one they had personally witnessed.
Myth Realm experts were legends precisely because their strength was unmatched. They were the most terrifying people beneath heaven, already half-gods.
How could humans compare with gods? Even if they were merely half-gods, they were still gods.
Yet Teng Yaoyang had actually been defeated by Ye Xiwen, and not even with difficulty. If it had been like Bai Jiansheng's case, people might still have found it acceptable. But Ye Xiwen's way was simply terrifying. No, not merely terrifying—it was enough to scare people to death.
Four punches. Those four punches were plain and unremarkable, without the slightest flourish. Yet those very four punches had beaten a Myth Realm expert until he could not even crawl back up.
So Myth Realm experts were nothing more than this!
Other than Ye Xiwen, who would dare say such words? Who would dare do such a thing?
By defeating a Myth Realm expert in this manner, Ye Xiwen had himself become a