"Clang!"
An earth-shaking boom erupted, accompanied by countless energy shockwaves blasting out in every direction.
Both stood firm, allowing the countless shockwaves to batter them without budging in the slightest.
But on closer inspection, Ye Xiwen stood completely motionless, his clothes snapping wildly in the gale.
Monkey had also steadied himself, but his hands trembled faintly. The terrifying recoil had been transmitted directly back into his body; however much force he had struck out with was returned to him in equal measure.
"Drip, drip!"
Blood fell from the hands gripping his iron staff. Every drop was as heavy as an ocean, mixed with golden traces. Even the fierce wind could not blow it away, and it fell directly into the crimson earth.
"Clang!"
The two artifacts collided in midair, still ringing sharply. This was a clash between Defective Divine Artifacts—moreover, not mere artifacts, but weapons. Such a collision was simple and brutal.
"Pfft!"
Monkey suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Countless Great Dao talismans flickered within it—this was his vital blood. With just one collision, the recoil alone had heavily injured Monkey.
Monkey's gaze dimmed considerably, and his entire body went limp as he collapsed to the ground. He could not help saying, "I concede. I never expected the gap between us to be so great. I couldn't even receive one full-powered slash from you!"
Monkey knew that Ye Xiwen had merely let him witness his strength and had not harbored killing intent. Had it been someone else, he would likely already have been separated from head to body. He did not want to concede, nor was he willing to accept it, but there was nothing he could do.
"Your strength is already formidable. If I did not have several Martial Dao Avatars, I probably wouldn't be your match!"