Another sweeping, all-encompassing blow. Ye Xiwen's strike was astonishingly powerful; he did not even need any additional support. His own strength alone was enough to suppress the ages.
With physical strength alone, he could suppress an expert at the level of the Ten Kings. Ye Xiwen's body-tempering art had already reached such a terrifying level that it made people shudder. Many secretly made up their minds that if they ever clashed with him in the future, they absolutely could not let him get close. Otherwise, they would truly be finished.
A person like this was simply too dangerous. Once he got close, it would likely be their day of death.
"What? Aren't you going to suppress me now? Hmph!" Ye Xiwen sneered.
The Nether King's expression was ugly. He exerted all his strength, no longer daring to employ illusory methods. The facts had proven that such methods were utterly useless before Ye Xiwen, who had grasped the laws of space.
They would only bring humiliation upon himself.
He simply chose to meet Ye Xiwen head-on.
Bang!
His hands caught Ye Xiwen's strike.
The Nether King immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flying backward like a meteor. This was the first time he had truly confronted Ye Xiwen head-on, and he had finally tasted Ye Xiwen's terrifying monstrous strength.
"Pfft!" Blood continued to spray from the Nether King's mouth. "How can your strength be this great?!"
"Hmph. You wanted to capture me? Then I'd like to see what skills you have that make you dare come and capture me!" Ye Xiwen sneered. At some point, he had already flown above the Nether King.
At this moment, the Nether King was still flying through the air.
Ye Xiwen was not merely infinitely strong; he had also pushed the