After all, if one person had stirred up such turmoil, who knew how many people's enmity it would have drawn? Concealing one's name and identity was a perfectly normal choice.
For a moment, Ye Xiwen had no idea how many thoughts had passed through his mind. Countless speculations were continually sifted through his thoughts, yet there were even more things he could not understand. The information he could obtain was simply too scarce, so much of it could only rely on his own conjecture; he had no solid evidence to confirm it.
At this moment, the confrontation between the two sides continued to intensify. For a time, ten thousand swords rang in unison between heaven and earth. Every strand of Sword Qi pressed down like a mountain range, while streak after streak of Sword Qi manifested around them. Entirely different sword daos were now erupting into fierce conflict.
This had not been deliberately created. It was merely the power leaking out during their confrontation, yet it had already swept across everything.
Any one of those attacks was nearly comparable to a full-force strike from a Peak God King. This was merely an attack casually released by them.
One could imagine how terrifying the strength of those supreme beings had been at their peak. They were supreme beings, invincible existences standing above heaven and earth alone.
A supreme being was someone who could stir heaven and earth by himself, bring calamity upon the world, and quell chaotic times.
The terrifying Sword Qi emitted by two swords that had once dominated the world sent chills down everyone's spines, leaving no one daring to covet them.
"Yes, he fell," the Avici Sword's artifact spirit said blandly.
It was as though a great bell had rung through everyone's minds. The death of an Emperor