The spear carried unimaginable might, whipping up a mad tempest. Countless powerful creatures materialized upon it, crying out as they lunged at Ye Xiwen in an instant. They were all mighty beings once slain by this spear; after death, traces of their unwilling resentment had clung to the spear and been refined, becoming accomplices to their enemies in life.
The earlier assaults had merely been a feint. This was the true attack.
By the time everyone reacted, the thrust had already closed in on Ye Xiwen's head, about to blast it apart with a single strike.
"Is that so? Is this the ultimate technique you've kept hidden up your sleeve? You're still far from it!" Ye Xiwen sneered. "I don't have time to play with you now. Break!"
Ye Xiwen's aura abruptly changed, like an Ancient Divine Mountain rising from the earth, towering and majestic beyond compare.
He shot into the sky, nine Thunder Dragons condensing around his body and slowly coiling over him. He looked like an emperor walking the world.
"Break!"
With a long howl, Ye Xiwen's presence surged to another level. He seized the Golden Spider Emperor Spear just before it could pierce through his head, then took a single step and charged before the Golden Spider in an instant. He struck down with his palm, transforming it into a divine seal that came crashing down.
Bang! The Golden Spider was sent flying at once, blood spraying repeatedly from his mouth. Ye Xiwen's palm had heavily wounded him, smashing him through several mountains before he tumbled to the ground.
"What? The Golden Spider actually lost!"
"It wouldn't be strange if he lost, but he was defeated in a single move! How could Ye Xiwen be so powerful? Could it be that he hadn't even used his full