"Petty vermin, what skill is there in bullying the few with numbers?" A thunderous roar came from the All Races Alliance.
With a loud shout, Ye Xiwen struck directly. His fist swept across the heavens, smashing countless formations apart. An old man stumbled out of the void.
He still looked somewhat shaken and uncertain.
That fist force had nearly blasted even him to death in one blow. If he had not reacted quickly enough, he would likely have been dead already.
When he looked at Ye Xiwen again, he saw that he was merely a junior at the Late Stage Sage Realm. Yet he could erupt with such combat power, crossing an entire major realm. Even among the Celestials, figures like him were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
He was an old antique who had survived since the last great war. Even in that era, such figures had seemed few and far between.
He steadied himself. His blood and vitality pressed down on everything as terrifying power erupted from his withered body. Though he was skin and bones, he was even more fearsome than imagined.
That shriveled body was like an invincible demonic physique, holding up heaven and earth.
The many experts of the All Races Alliance felt an incomparably terrifying suppressive force descend upon them.
Not even Sage Realm experts were exempt. This was the terror of a Seal King Expert. Even standing there without attacking, he possessed a dreadful might that could not be resisted.
Ordinary people could not deal with him, and the Flame Lord was currently fighting that ferocious beast, so he certainly could not attend to this side.
Everyone turned their eyes toward Ye Xiwen. That strike of his had battered a king into such a sorry state, making him their final