Boom!
The power of the Ten Absolute Divine Fist was completely annihilated within Ye Xiwen's palm. It simply could not truly shake Ye Xiwen, who had already entered his peak state.
He took pride in his own martial dao, but only now did Ten Absolute Saints finally realize that compared to Ye Xiwen, his Ten Absolute Divine Fist still fell far short. He was utterly no match for Ye Xiwen.
It was like an infant standing beside a giant. No matter what terrifying power he unleashed, he was completely incapable of contending against Ye Xiwen.
"I don't believe it! My Ten Absolute Divine Fist is the truly invincible one!"
Ten beams of light in entirely different colors erupted above his head. True essence soared into the heavens, and he himself shot skyward before throwing a savage punch at Ye Xiwen.
Roaring, he activated all of his true essence and mana. He was going all out, intending to defeat Ye Xiwen in one breath, reclaim his declining momentum, and turn the disadvantage around.
At this moment, he fully displayed the formidable strength of a Peak Myth Realm expert. Coupled with the damaged Dao artifact he wore, his entire being became unfathomable as ghosts and gods.
Ten Absolute Saints' power exploded, forming ten vast, surging rivers that bore down directly upon Ye Xiwen, seeking to blast him to death alive.
"Useless. I told you already—you're far too far behind me!" Ye Xiwen's gaze was calm, countless calculations flashing through his pupils. To him, a single instant was enough to calculate countless possibilities. Everything was under his control; trying to scheme against him was simply impossible. "Even if I don't use a divine artifact, you're still no match for me!"
Ye Xiwen reached out with one great hand and instantly blocked the entire