Ye Xiwen's aura was rising, increasing with every second. Endless Sword Qi gathered around him. At that moment, he seemed to have become an ancient Sword God.
His azure robes were cold and sharp amid the howling gale.
The snow-white blade gleamed with dazzling light.
The sky grew colder still!
"Impossible, this is impossible!" Wu Ziyu roared madly. He had believed he possessed enough strength to deal with Ye Xiwen, which was why he had appeared. Yet who could have imagined that Ye Xiwen had already been able to fight one against two—and that had not even been while burning his Martial Dao Avatar.
Relying solely on his own strength, Ye Xiwen had fought one against two and held them off. Such power made even his heart, crammed full of endless hatred, give rise to a trace of despair.
Yes, that very despair. If Ye Xiwen had merely been ordinarily strong, he would still have had absolute confidence. But now? What did he have left to claim he could kill Ye Xiwen?
His expression twisted beyond measure, seeming pained and seeming to roar, like a wounded beast.
"How could this be possible?" It was not only Wu Ziyu. Even Wudingzi wore an expression as though he had seen a ghost. He had previously believed he had already tested Ye Xiwen's limits. Ye Xiwen at that level had been powerful, but not yet so powerful as to make people despair.
But Ye Xiwen now made him feel several degrees of despair. This was a monster whose depths could not be seen at all. Just how strong was he? How many trump cards had he yet to reveal?
Then his expression suddenly twisted even further. In other words, when Ye Xiwen had fought him earlier, he had not used his full strength