Baldy looked at Ye Xiwen with a sinister grin, his eyes flashing with bone-deep hatred. Having been thoroughly humiliated by Ye Xiwen in front of his underlings was, to him, a disgrace so shameful that he would never forget it for all eternity.
"I was afraid you wouldn't make it this far. But now, you really have. Lucky you. Still, your luck ends here, because this time, your opponent is me!" Baldy said coldly.
"Do you remember how I one-punched you into defeat? Say your last words quickly, or it'll be too late to say anything!" Ye Xiwen stood there calmly without moving. Even under the oppressive aura of a top expert at the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level, he remained completely unmoved.
"Courting death!" Baldy's face instantly turned icy. "I'm at the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level, at the Peak Myth Realm. What the hell are you? You only caught me off guard before. This time, don't even dream of getting through by luck!"
He opened his mouth and spat out a treasured saber, catching it in his hand. Instantly, even the surrounding air seemed to freeze solid. Laws of the wind attribute continuously coiled around it, exuding a profound and mysterious aura.
At that moment, he was almost like the reincarnation of a wind god. He was finally using his true strength; when he had fought Ye Xiwen before, he had not gone all out at all.
Or rather, Ye Xiwen had beaten him senseless. He had never expected Ye Xiwen to be so ferocious. This time, however, things were different. From the very beginning, he unleashed all his strength, leaving Ye Xiwen no chance to exploit any loopholes.
Swish!
With one slash, he sent out all the laws of the wind attribute, which transformed into divine beings