He lost all confidence after being suppressed by Ye Xiwen in a single move. When the gap in strength was slight, it was difficult to truly see, but conversely, when the difference was too great, it quickly became obvious.
"Such terrifying power!"
"Did I see that right? Wasn't that the crushing descent of the heavenly dao's grand momentum?"
"What kind of martial art is this? How could it be so powerful?"
"Too strong! We can't get anywhere near the battlefield at all!"
The experts of both Hidden Valley and the Celestial Race were utterly shocked by Ye Xiwen's strike, yet they had no way to approach the battlefield. Especially the Celestial Race experts—those who charged forward to help Central Heavenly King were swept away by the aftershock and could not get close at all.
All they saw was Central Heavenly King let out a miserable scream and drop to one knee, utterly unable to withstand the assault of Ye Xiwen's terrifying pressure. His dharma body, tens of thousands of zhang tall, was utterly useless against Ye Xiwen. It shattered in an instant, breaking apart completely.
Boom!
Ye Xiwen's giant hand directly smashed him to pieces, then continued onward without losing momentum, crashing into the Celestial Race experts. In an instant, hundreds and thousands of Celestial Race experts were blasted apart, turning into clouds of blood mist.
"Damn it, damn it!" Central Heavenly King screamed repeatedly as he reassembled his body in the distance, his face deathly pale. In that single strike just now, he had suffered miserably.
"How could this be?"
Even Qing Yue King's eyes went wide. It was not just him; the experts from every side in Hidden Valley and the Celestial Race alike were nearly scared to death on the spot. In one blow, Ye Xiwen had