Ye Xiwen's sword strike was merely a warning to that young god, ensuring he could not act without restraint. Speaking of which, Ye Xukong was suffering in his stead, and Ye Xiwen could not simply stand by and watch Ye Xukong be attacked from both sides.
However, he had no intention of interrupting Ye Xukong's battle. This was a rare opportunity for him to use external pressure to break through in one stroke and attain the Imperishable Realm.
He and Ye Xukong were like rivals, yet also like friends. Naturally, he was delighted to see Ye Xukong make progress.
Had this been elsewhere, that sword would likely have gone straight for the young god's head. But this was the Martial Sect's Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Pavilion. The Unicorn Clan did not dare unleash a massacre here, so there had to be a reason for it.
Besides, he did not wish to make Qin Lie lose face.
Beside him, whether it was Monk Hui Zhen, Ao Yan, or even Ling Tian, whose expression had remained icy just moments ago, all stared at Ye Xiwen in astonishment. They had never imagined that Ye Xiwen possessed such strength. It was simply unimaginable.
With a single sword strike, he had grievously wounded an Imperishable Realm expert. Just how powerful was his true strength?
Because everyone stood ahead of him, they had not seen where that Sword Qi from behind had come from. Yet they were right beside Ye Xiwen and had seen it all clearly.
It had been nothing more than a simple strand of Sword Qi, yet it had gravely injured an Imperishable Realm expert. What a shocking method that was.
The young god clutched his arm, his face deathly pale as cold sweat poured down continuously. Gods of the