Only "unfathomable" could describe how he felt about Ye Xiwen's strength. Though he had not yet seen all of it, merely the tip of the iceberg had already given him such a feeling. That was why he wanted to find a way to recruit Ye Xiwen.
"Interesting. This is more like it. If this were all you had, then wouldn't all those people who had let you bear the title of foremost person of this generation for so many years be blind?" Yan Buyi burst into laughter, entirely unconcerned. He shot into the air, and a treasured sword suddenly appeared in his hand. It was the Confucian Sword that represented the Confucian School, the Scholar's Sword. Its blade brimmed with vast and mighty Righteous Qi.
It chopped straight down at Ye Xiwen, splitting the sky apart with a force that seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth asunder.
Ye Xiwen finally grew somewhat serious. His body abruptly tensed ramrod straight, and a faint smile appeared on his face. The aura of a god lord spread outward from him in rippling circles.
Before the Righteous Qi within those descending Sword Qi could even approach Ye Xiwen, it was blasted to pieces by the aura surrounding him, unable to come near him at all.
His Righteous Qi could not inflict even the slightest injury upon Ye Xiwen.
Buzz!
The aura around Ye Xiwen instantly surged to explosive heights, as though a terrifying power had awakened within his fleshly body. Layer by layer, it rose without end, as if some seal within him had been unfastened, becoming incomparably terrifying in an instant.
This aura seemed to have surpassed some limit. It was a terrifying presence that even gods would find difficult to possess.
"How can this be? How can his aura be so