"You never expected it, did you? That today, I'd be the one coming for your life. Between us, there are many debts that need to be settled properly!" Ye Xiwen's gaze was razor-sharp. Back then, he had merely been a nobody who had just stepped into the Myth Realm, yet he had been besieged by three Peak Myth Realm experts and nearly died.
If Emperor Qin had not saved him in the end with his life essence, he would have died long ago. And among those three Peak Myth Realm experts, one had been sent by Jing Tianlei.
The two sides had long since been locked in a blood feud!
Cold sweat immediately beaded across Jing Tianlei's forehead. He had never imagined that in merely five years, Ye Xiwen would grow to such a terrifying extent.
Five years ago, Ye Xiwen could only avoid their edge. Now, he had become this horrifying.
Yet Jing Tianlei had no other choice now. He said no more nonsense, and a longsword appeared in his hand. With a flick, he unleashed a shocking Sword Qi.
The sword radiance tore through the sky, unfathomable even to ghosts and gods, its power unmatched. He was, after all, an existence only half a step away from attaining the Dao. He was countless times stronger than people like Young Lord Yang, and he was no weaker than Lord Sheng Yang's avatar—perhaps even somewhat stronger.
Ye Xiwen spread his hand, then suddenly grabbed forward with his enormous palm. In an instant, the void froze. That Sword Qi seemed to have been blocked by some force in midair and could not advance in the slightest.
Bang! The sword light shattered like glazed crystal on the spot, scattering in all directions.
"Impossible! How could there be no reaction at all?" Jing