Qing Mo had originally been determined to wear Ye Xiwen to death alive.
With the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar in hand, he had no need to worry about defense at all. It could devour even the heavens, let alone mere Sword Qi. Though it was only a damaged Devouring Heaven Demon Jar, in a clash between quasi-Emperors, it was already a devastating weapon.
But gradually, he realized something was wrong. Ye Xiwen showed no sign whatsoever of running out of strength. On the contrary, with every slash of his sword, his understanding of the Sovereign Sword Intent seemed to deepen, and the power of his sword radiance grew greater.
That was what was truly terrifying. Growing while fighting—such a person's future potential was simply immeasurable.
More terrifying still, the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar was gradually reaching the limit of what it could withstand. A limit he had thought absolutely impossible had now appeared just like that.
The defenses in his heart were forcibly shattered by Ye Xiwen.
If it had been the complete Devouring Heaven Demon Jar, swallowing all things would have been no difficult matter. But now, Ye Xiwen had already forced him into a corner.
The shadows of Ye Xiwen's swinging arm had become afterimages. All that could be seen was Sword Qi raining down from the sky like a storm of swords.
"I'd like to see how long you can hold on!" A battle of this level was indeed nothing much to Ye Xiwen. If he used God Source, it would hardly consume anything; only Emperor Source could sustain it.
"Ye Xiwen, these are all your Sword Qi—I'll return every last bit to you!" Qing Mo suddenly roared. Immediately afterward, the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar shot into the air, spewing countless streams of Sword Qi that formed