The Peak Stage of Death Mystic Realm experts who had quietly hidden themselves and watched this scene all began to tremble.
Ye Xiwen's demigod pressure spread outward. He was faintly as mighty as a living god—how could ordinary mortals like them possibly be mentioned in the same breath?
Demigods and the Death Mystic Realm were separated by only a single realm, yet the gap between them was like heaven and earth.
It was like demigods and those who had attained the Dao: even if they were only half a step apart, the difference between them was worlds apart, as though they were two entirely different forms of life.
Gods were the direction in which all life in the Myriad Realms evolved and cultivated!
Though they knew that demigods also had differences in strength, they had never expected that the one holding absolute superiority and crushing the other side would be this obscure human youth.
How could he be so powerful? He had actually beaten Sect Lord Dai, who was also a Myth Realm expert, into such a miserable state.
Only then did Sect Lord Dai finally turn deathly pale in shock and realize that he could not possibly be Ye Xiwen's opponent. At this moment, only by fleeing to his eldest and second brothers and borrowing their strength could he possibly survive.
Yet just as he took flight, Ye Xiwen's attack had already arrived. Clad in the Five Emperors Battle Armor like a sovereign descended upon the world, Ye Xiwen stomped down viciously.
Bang! Sect Lord Dai let out a miserable scream as his body abruptly exploded.
He cried out in agony. His fleshly body had been torn into pieces, and a Primordial Spirit fled from within, trying to escape. Without a body, he would practically have to undergo dissolution