It was another slap, as though it had shattered heaven and earth themselves, its might boundless. Young Lord Skyfox's attack was directly smashed to pieces, like glass struck and shattered into fragments.
Ye Xiwen's assault did not stop. That enormous palm swung straight toward Young Lord Skyfox. Though it was merely a simple slap, in Young Lord Skyfox's eyes, it had sealed off the space between heaven and earth, blocking every possible avenue of escape.
That was why he had been unable to evade it just now. Otherwise, how could Ye Xiwen have sent him flying with a single slap?
Shock and fury filled his eyes. He had never imagined that Ye Xiwen would one day beat him into such a state. Both had risen to fame while young in the Profound World, yet his reputation surpassed Ye Xiwen's rather than falling short. Moreover, he had become famous hundreds of years before Ye Xiwen; Ye Xiwen was simply not worthy of comparison with him.
Deep down, he might not even have truly regarded Ye Xiwen as an equal. Besides, he had entered the Myth Realm far earlier than Ye Xiwen. On top of that, he had seized a portion of Ye Xiwen's Primordial Spirit Avatar. By verifying and reflecting upon them against each other, he had gained immensely. That was why he had been so confident that suppressing Ye Xiwen, who had not obtained the insights from listening to the Dao, would be as easy as turning over his hand.
Who would have thought that from the very first exchange, everything would completely exceed his expectations? Although Ye Xiwen was only at the Po Wang Realm Third Level, one level below him on the surface, once they truly fought, the reality was entirely different.
As an expert of the Po