Whoosh!
With a tremendous tearing sound, a bizarre claw suddenly emerged from the void, forcibly stretching out from the coffin and grabbing straight for Ye Xiwen's chest.
"Your heart is mine!"
A hoarse, low voice suddenly exploded through the surroundings.
"You want to kill me? A loser like you is nowhere near qualified!" Ye Xiwen suddenly took a step forward. Not only did he not dodge, he charged to meet the attack. Endless lightning power burst forth behind him, instantly scattering all the yin energy. The Thunder Dragon Halberd appeared in his hand, and he cleaved it straight down at the incoming claw.
Bang!
With a massive collision, Ye Xiwen blocked the claw at the critical moment. As the Thunder Dragon Halberd in his hand met it, the river of stars seemed to shatter, and heaven and earth appeared ready to overturn.
At that moment, Ye Xiwen took advantage of the opening to press right up to the coffin.
He was too fast—so fast that even space twisted. Some of the weaker spectators outside the arena tried to forcefully calculate that string of movements with their divine senses, only to feel so miserable they nearly coughed up blood.
Such use of power and laws had completely exceeded the limits they could endure. It almost instantly threw the mana within their bodies into disorder, causing all of it to run wild, as though they were about to suffer cultivation deviation.
"So fast! I can't keep up at all. What movement technique is that? It's ridiculously fast!" someone said, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Many stared at Ye Xiwen in horror. They had never expected his speed to reach such a level. It was completely different from what they had seen in the previous battle.
Those who cultivated Thunder