Wudingzi was sent flying by a single sword strike. That was only because he had laid down ten barriers; otherwise, Ye Xiwen's sword would have pierced straight through him.
His hundred-zhang body crashed heavily to the ground like a siege cannon. Cracks appeared across the body formed from piled-up law talismans.
This blow was a grievous wound—a complete and utter grievous wound.
Wudingzi's eyes were filled with incredulous terror. After merging with the Martial Dao Avatar, Ye Xiwen's strength was simply incomparable to before.
Although he had also merged with his Martial Dao Avatar, the gap between them had not narrowed. Instead, it had widened even further, multiplying geometrically.
Meanwhile, Wu Ziyu had already pounced in. He could not stop himself; he had intended to take advantage of Ye Xiwen's battle with Wudingzi to cause Ye Xiwen trouble.
He had wanted to seize the opportunity to assassinate him. Who could have known Ye Xiwen would be so terrifying? With just one strike, he had badly wounded and blasted Wudingzi away. Resolving the battle so quickly was completely beyond Wu Ziyu's expectations.
He had no other choice. The Stone Sword in his hand directly transformed into an enormous world and smashed down viciously, intending to cleave Ye Xiwen alive.
A pair of wings suddenly appeared behind Ye Xiwen. The Demon Wings wrapped around his entire body.
Bang!
With a tremendous collision, that vast world of the Stone Dao crashed onto the Demon Wings, stirring endless ripples, yet it could not harm Ye Xiwen in the slightest.
Wu Ziyu hurriedly retreated. Wudingzi's fate had just served as a warning—if he was any slower, what would become of him? Yet even so, it was still too late.
Because in the very next instant, Ye Xiwen had already lunged before him, moving so fast