He retreated again and again, but Ye Xiwen gave him no chance to catch his breath. While everyone was still reeling in shock, Ye Xiwen had already pounced, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, his momentum soaring to the heavens.
"Those who provoke the dignity of the Celestial Race shall die!" The noble young master flew into a rage. With a flip of his hands, a divine sword appeared, and he slashed it straight down at Ye Xiwen.
This treasured sword was exceedingly strange. Though it looked as though it had been carved from white jade, it was in truth as hard as gold and iron. Behind him erupted a sea of stars, which actually began to run with blood. Behind every expanse of that stellar sea lay countless piled corpses—experts he had slain in the past.
The sight was utterly terrifying.
Yet Ye Xiwen was entirely unafraid. He met it directly with his physical body, his hands wrapped in endless lightning radiance. He did not fear clashing head-on with the treasured sword, and he did not fall into the slightest disadvantage.
That noble young master's jade sword could cleave apart stars, yet it could not even cut through Ye Xiwen's palms. It was simply unimaginable.
Especially for the Celestial Race experts, who knew the origins of this jade sword best. It had once been wielded by one of the previous generation's Twelve Heavenly Generals. After being empowered generation after generation, by the time it reached him, it was almost comparable to a Top-Grade Divine Artifact. It was terrifyingly powerful and possessed some of the might of such an artifact. Many Peak Sage Realm deities would be cleaved alive before they could even react.
Yet Ye Xiwen could actually contend with it. Just how powerful did his physical body