The old human man was both shocked and enraged. He had never imagined that Ye Xiwen would be so terrifying—and that he would demand he cripple his own cultivation. To a powerful martial artist, crippling his own cultivation was even crueler than killing him.
If it had been before, he would probably have thought this human junior had gone mad.
But that strike just now made him understand that this was no dream, but reality. The Shen Hou had been roughly equal to him in strength, yet Ye Xiwen had shattered its physical body with a single slap. How terrifying was that palm force? He simply did not dare imagine what the outcome would be if it landed on him.
After speaking, Ye Xiwen completely ignored the old human man. He trotted over to the Shen Hou he had already slapped to death, a satisfied expression appearing on his face. "Good thing I didn't use my full strength. Otherwise, this meat would have been blasted into a blood mist. Come to think of it, I've never eaten Shen Hou meat before!"
As he spoke, he stored the Shen Hou meat he had killed on the spot into the Heavenly Origin Mirror. Normally, he refined flesh and blood together, so he did not have much need for food.
The people around him who had recovered their senses were nearly scared pissless. That was a Shen Hou—a Golden Shen Hou at the Peak Myth Realm. If Ao Shiba had not captured it to pull his carriage, it might well have been one of the strongest geniuses of the present age, inferior to no one. Yet this man had slapped it to death.
Just how terrifyingly strong did this man have to be?
And he had not even used his full strength. If