The strength a person could wield naturally had a great deal to do with their martial realm. Ordinary people could only exceed the power they possessed by a little.
Some people's strength had already grown to the limit their martial realm could contain, which was why their cultivation had stalled.
A realm was like a water vat, while strength was water. Only a vat of sufficient size could hold a corresponding amount of water.
The vats ordinary people possessed were not much different from the water they held. Like those few youths carrying swords, although their strength was outstanding, compared with their own martial realms, it was nothing remarkable.
Thus, although he regarded them somewhat highly, they were still nothing much in his eyes. Ye Xiwen, however, was completely different. He was merely at the Po Wang Realm Sixth Level, yet his comprehension of martial realms far exceeded the Po Wang Realm Sixth Level. It had even faintly reached the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level, a level above those three sword-bearing youths.
That was what truly made him cast a sidelong glance—the shocking, earth-shattering part. What sort of fortuitous encounter would a Po Wang Realm Sixth Level fellow need to possess comprehension equivalent to the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level?
This was not something an ordinary fortuitous encounter could provide. Even he could not achieve such a degree unless he had personally experienced that realm.
What he did not know was that Ye Xiwen had, through various means, erupted several times with the power of a Peak Myth Realm expert. Combined with the existence of the Mysterious Space, his realm comprehension had always far surpassed his true strength.
Otherwise, he could not have erupted with power belonging to the Po Wang Realm Eighth Level while only at the Po Wang