The sword's momentum was astonishing. As Ye Xiwen brought this sword down, explosions rang out everywhere. The old man retreated again and again, not daring to take Ye Xiwen's strike head-on. Two great experts had already suffered losses in succession—how could they possibly fail to take heed?
The sword momentum collided with the old man's fist momentum, and explosions erupted everywhere without the slightest sign of stopping.
As the energy surged back, the Heavenly Origin Mirror on Ye Xiwen's body continuously burst forth with blood-colored radiance, absorbing the shockwaves of energy.
Although he did not wish to clash head-on with these people, the aftershocks of such explosions could not harm his foundation.
"I'd like to see how long you can hold on. I refuse to believe that an Imperishable Realm cultivator like you can sustain such combat power for long!" the old man said coldly. "Even if you can fight a prolonged battle, it is useless. Today, you are doomed to die!"
Ye Xiwen had utterly enraged the old man, yet his eyes were also filled with fighting spirit. The majesty of a divine lord could not be challenged.
"Let's join forces and kill him. We split everything on him equally—how about it?" the seductive woman said viciously. At this moment, she no longer bore her former charming, delicate appearance. Her gaze resembled that of a fox-wolf, filled with boundless greed for the things on Ye Xiwen.
So far, Ye Xiwen had revealed far too many good things. Setting aside that Ancient Beast Puppet comparable to a Peak Sage Realm expert, even the blood-colored Sword Qi that allowed Ye Xiwen to rival a Peak Sage Realm expert was anything but ordinary.
How could she fail to see that he was likely a monstrous genius still in the process of growing?