"You think too highly of yourself if you believe there is some mastermind behind this," Ye Xiwen said with a cold sneer.
"Hmph, enough nonsense. Take them back first and investigate them later!" Elder Yuan snorted. As he spoke, he gave a sinister grin and formed a dragon claw on the spot, reaching for Ye Xiwen and the other man like a prison cage that could imprison the heavens.
This was also a powerful cultivation technique of the Martial Sect.
"Hmph!" Ye Xiwen stepped forward and thrust out a finger. The Severing Heaven Finger instantly transformed into a fierce ray of light and shot forward, piercing straight through the dragon claw Elder Yuan had extended.
Boom!
With a tremendous crash, bone fragments flew everywhere and half-golden blood spattered out. Elder Yuan cried out miserably and hurriedly withdrew his hand, only to discover that a huge bloody hole had appeared in his palm at some unknown time. Blood streamed continuously from the gory wound, making it look exceptionally gruesome.
"You..." Elder Yuan was both shocked and enraged. Ye Xiwen actually dared resist arrest, and his strength was formidable enough to break his Dragon Claw Hand with ease.
It had to be known that he cultivated an exceptionally powerful body-tempering art passed down by Emperor Qin. With this technique, the Martial Sect's inheritors could all wrestle dragons and phoenixes, their fleshly bodies comparable to Godly Weapons.
Yet Ye Xiwen had effortlessly punctured it with a single finger. How could that not leave him shocked and furious?
The onlookers all sucked in a breath of cold air. The Martial Sect possessed one powerful technique after another, tremendous strength, and countless trump cards. Thus, the experts it nurtured were nearly invincible among those of the same realm. Yet Elder Yuan, at the Demigod Peak,