In his clash with Ye Xiwen just now, Wu Zimo had fallen into the disadvantage. That in itself was nothing strange. Though he was proud, he did not consider himself invincible beneath the heavens, not yet at that level. But how could the one opposing him be Ye Xiwen?
Several hundred years ago, if Ye Xiwen had not used the Avici Sword at the critical moment to badly wound him and escape, Wu Zimo would have taken him down in a single move.
It was precisely because of that impression that he had paid Ye Xiwen even less heed. Last time, Ye Xiwen had only succeeded because he had been careless. But this time, he would not let Ye Xiwen have his way so easily. He had even donned the Stone Armor, which he rarely wore. Just as Ye Xiwen had guessed, he possessed even more natal artifacts than Wu Ziyu. One for offense and one for defense—they were exceptionally well balanced.
He believed that even if Ye Xiwen used that unnamed vicious sword again, he would not be able to succeed as he had before.
Yet he had never imagined that Ye Xiwen had no intention of using that vicious sword. He had driven him back through a mere contest of strength, leaving Wu Zimo unable to believe it at all.
But he swiftly steadied his body and calmed his mind, then almost immediately charged straight at Ye Xiwen. He was fast to the absolute extreme, like a mass of light. His Stone Sword swept down in a horizontal slash, erupting with astonishing might.
This sword strike was truly on the verge of invincibility. The sound waves it unleashed spread in all directions. They were no ordinary sound waves, but the voice of the Great Dao. At this moment,