This short, stout alien race member opened his blood basin of a mouth, its sharp teeth bared, repeatedly spewing ferocious rays that splashed straight out. Patterns were actually engraved across his mouth, and he had imprinted his Great Dao directly upon it.
It was clear that more than half of his cultivation lay in that mouth. The Man-Eaters fed specifically on humans—that was how they had earned such a name.
Ferocious light flickered over his body, beyond imagination.
In an instant, he pounced again. Opening his blood basin of a mouth, he made the void ripple faintly, as though he meant to swallow it whole, carrying the momentum of devouring the heavens.
Facing this short, stout alien who had gone mad, Ye Xiwen's expression did not change in the slightest. He merely sneered, spread his five fingers again, and viciously swung another huge slap at him.
Bang!
The short, stout alien immediately spun through the air like an enormous top, flying far into the distance like a kite with its string cut. He smashed the space behind him to pieces, showing just how terrifying Ye Xiwen's strength was.
"Didn't I say it already? That kind of speed is far too slow!"
Seeing how leisurely Ye Xiwen looked, everyone was a little dumbfounded. That short, stout alien was no weakling, yet Ye Xiwen had casually slapped him away twice as though he were playing around.
Twice—not once. One time could still be attributed to a bit of luck, but the second time was a true display of strength.
"What incredible speed!" Solemn expressions appeared on everyone's faces. They all understood what information this scene, which looked almost like a joke, contained. Ye Xiwen's attacks were swift and ruthless; he had bullied that short, stout alien to such an extent. One could