The power of this blade qi was beyond doubt. Even with his current strength, entering it would only end with him being ground to pieces—there was no other possibility. That was where the true terror of this blade qi lay.
It was practically the force of a god's full-strength strike. If he could subdue it, then it could almost immediately become his greatest trump card, the weapon he kept hidden up his sleeve.
One could well imagine that no matter what kind of enemy he faced, if they were caught off guard and severely wounded by one move, then even if they were gods, he had some confidence in dealing them a crushing blow.
If he had such a strand of blade qi at his side, then even if he encountered the God Alliance Leader right now, Ye Xiwen was confident he could ensure that he went in but never came out.
However easy it sounded, actually doing it was immensely difficult. Simply approaching this blade qi could result in instant grievous injury, let alone truly subduing it. That was practically impossible.
If outsiders learned of this, they would only think he had gone mad and would never believe it was possible. Yet although this thought was insane, once it arose, it swiftly took root in his mind. It was an enormous temptation, a temptation impossible to seal away. If he could make this blade qi his own, then the world would be vast, with no place he could not go.
Even with just one strand of blade qi protecting him, he would fear nothing. No one would be able to threaten him again.
Thinking of this, he still did not abandon this idea that others would consider mad. But having such an idea and truly accomplishing it were not