"If you want to die, I'll grant your wish. Let's see how much longer your Martial Dao Avatar can hold out!"
"At least longer than you. The injuries on your body probably can't hold on for much longer either, can they?" Ye Xiwen laughed loudly. A sword of light appeared in his grasp, and he charged at the iron staff once more.
This was Ye Xiwen's greatest advantage. Yuan Ba Tian was incredibly formidable; even among experts at the Po Wang Realm Seventh Level, few could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
But he was no longer in his prime. He was too old. He had witnessed the succession of several generations of Human Race clan leaders. Tens of thousands of years had flown by, taking away his youth and his peak. Like the Human Race clan leader, he had passed from the pinnacle of his prime into the stage of the Five Signs of Decay.
Combined with his old hidden injuries, his strength had fallen to a terrifying low. He could not even erupt and return to his peak like the old clan leader.
Otherwise, before Ye Xiwen even needed to act, the old injuries within his body would cause him to self-detonate and die instantly.
He was powerful, yet he could not kill Ye Xiwen in an instant. So Ye Xiwen used Yuan Ba Tian's power to absorb Young Lord Skyfox's blood essence and push himself another step forward. If he cultivated on his own, who knew whether it would take until the year of the monkey or the month of the horse?
Even so, the danger of doing this was extremely high. Yuan Ba Tian was a powerful expert at the Po Wang Realm Seventh Level. One careless mistake, and Ye Xiwen might truly die at his