He burned his very life away, his whole body becoming like a man of fire. Yet his aura continued to grow stronger, becoming unimaginably terrifying. Ring after ring of dreadful pressure spread outward, sending anyone within a hundred miles who had failed to flee flying. Some of the weaker ones were crushed to death on the spot.
This level already involved the level of attaining the Dao. It was a Restricted Area they simply could not interfere with.
Before he had even exerted himself, the aura filling the sky alone had crushed space apart. This was power forcibly elevated to such a level, unlike Ye Xiwen, whose comprehension of the realm had already reached it—only his cultivation level had yet to catch up.
"Boom!"
The space before Ye Xiwen suddenly shattered. At some point, the purple-clad man had already appeared before him and thrown a punch. The shattered space was the result of the heaven-toppling fist force unleashed by that blow.
"Nothing but a brute who has power yet does not know how to use it!" Ye Xiwen sneered repeatedly. "That talisman is truly wasted inside your body!"
"Hand it over!"
Light gleamed in Ye Xiwen's eyes. That talisman contained the terrifying power of a god. Ordinary people could not possibly absorb it, but he was different. Once he absorbed the energy within it, he could practically charge in one breath to the peak of the Po Wang Realm Eighth Level.
He reached out with a massive hand, grabbing directly for the purple-clad man's chest. The Judgment Saint Claw instantly tore through the man's offensive. Just as Ye Xiwen had said, he was merely a brute who could wield brute force. Moreover, even in terms of brute force, he was nowhere near Ye Xiwen's level.
The purple-clad man was both