Ying Bu Mie's roar still echoed through the heavens. He had never suffered such a crushing loss before, being blasted into grave injury by a single punch. Even in the most brutal eras of the past, he had never felt anything like this.
And this human before him was not even at the Peak Sage Realm. That made it an even greater humiliation—an enormous humiliation.
Ye Xiwen held the Stone Sword, without using the Avici Sword. In fact, this indirectly confirmed the prodigies' suspicions: Ye Xiwen had no way to continuously wield the Avici Sword either.
With a single step, the entire Selection of Emperor Heaven trembled violently, as though some unknown ferocious beast were charging across it. He appeared even more savage than the ten invincible experts battling in the sky.
He thrust out a single sword, a simple strike. Sovereign Sword Intent surged forth, instantly severing all of Ying Bu Mie's attacks. Then it pursued him at once, slashing viciously down upon Ying Bu Mie.
Boom! A terrifying explosion erupted from Ying Bu Mie's body. His entire body petrified, as if he had suffered a world-shaking calamity, then shattered in an instant into dust that filled the sky. A Peak Sage Realm prodigy had actually been utterly annihilated beneath Ye Xiwen's single sword strike.
"Who else wants to join them?" Ye Xiwen sneered coldly. He had intended to use Ying Bu Mie to intimidate everyone, but he had been wrong. He had still greatly underestimated how desperately these people craved the Opportunity to Become Emperor. In their eyes, perhaps nothing mattered more than that opportunity.
The many prodigies said nothing, yet the fact that they had not left already represented their stance—a stance of absolute refusal to yield.
"No matter what, we will not let you act recklessly.