This was a deep-pocketed tycoon, and his fighting style was pure tycoon style. Although an energy avatar had the flaws of an energy avatar, it also had its advantages: there was no need to worry about injury, only to go all out.
Moreover, time had already been running short, so he had even less time to think.
With every casual lift of his hand and movement of his feet, all manner of phenomena erupted in chaotic profusion. He wielded a square-tipped halberd, truly like a god of war descended into the world.
"Ye Xiwen, you forced my son into this state. You do have some skill. Even if it is not his true body descending, very few could accomplish this. But it is useless. My son is completely serious now—you absolutely cannot stop him!" Ao Dongxing shouted arrogantly. In his heart, he had already acknowledged Ye Xiwen's fighting strength, but he still believed Ao Chaozong stood above Ye Xiwen.
At this moment, even many Dao-ascension experts had faces that instantly turned grim. Though they were all Dao-ascension-level experts, they too felt utterly incapable of matching him. A sorrow rose from the depths of their hearts. Compared to such a figure, they truly were pitiable.
The square-tipped halberd in his hand moved, instantly bursting forth with boundless divine radiance. The blinding light made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.
There was a truly unrivaled bearing about him—halberd in hand, the world was his. Just as Ao Chaozong had said, every bit his strength increased could translate into tenfold or twentyfold gains in combat power. His realm was far ahead of the rest; every bit of strength could naturally become combat power, even more exaggeratedly than Ye Xiwen.
Though he had merely burned the artifact spirit, the actual increase