"Having roamed the world, I had slain countless heavenly geniuses. Dying by my hand would not be beneath you!" Chen Tengkong roared.
The meaning behind his words was clear: Ye Xiwen was no match for him and would be slain by him.
"Perfect. I had killed no idea how many heavenly geniuses from every race, but I had never killed anyone from the Divine Realm!" Ye Xiwen sneered. Chen Tengkong had struck when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had yet to arise; his timing could not have been more vicious. An ordinary person would surely suffer a terrible loss under such circumstances.
But Ye Xiwen was not an ordinary person.
"Arrogant!" Chen Tengkong roared as he charged before Ye Xiwen in an instant. His footwork was both swift and steady, one of the Divine Realm's famed movement techniques, leaving only streaks of afterimages in the void.
The sword seal cleaved down upon Ye Xiwen in an instant.
Bang!
The sword seal struck Ye Xiwen, but it failed to kill him. Instead, a mirror hovered above him, layers upon layers of light screens cascading down to protect him within.
The sword seal's power was boundless, piercing through the light screens directly, yet most of its force was dispersed. The remaining force rushed down and struck Ye Xiwen, producing only a shower of sparks and the clanging sound of metal against iron.
"Now!" Ye Xiwen forcibly took the remaining force of the sword seal. Then he spun around, his body soaring like a great roc, and stomped directly toward Chen Tengkong's skull.
The moment he counterattacked, it was with such tyrannical force, carrying undisguised contempt as though Chen Tengkong did not even deserve his regard.
Chen Tengkong roared again and again. Ye Xiwen's overbearing manner utterly enraged him.