"Bang!"
With an earth-shaking collision, Ye Xiwen struck out with his palm and smashed fiercely into the Hundred-Eyed Giant. Neither yielded an inch. The scene everyone had expected—Ye Xiwen being blasted away—did not appear at all.
Instead, a spray of golden blood burst forth. It did not belong to anyone else, but to the Hundred-Eyed Giant. A huge gash had appeared across his enormous palm, blood gushing wildly from it.
In their exchange just now, the Hundred-Eyed Giant's palm had been forcibly sliced open by Ye Xiwen's sword intent, the wound so deep that bone could be seen.
The blood could not be stopped at all. It spurted incessantly, flowing backward into a river.
"Th-this is impossible!"
Everyone was utterly shocked. The Heaven Clan experts in particular were nearly scared out of their wits. To clash head-on with the Hundred-Eyed Giant in physical strength and not be defeated, but instead wound him in a single stroke—nothing could have been more chilling.
Only after staggering back several steps did the Hundred-Eyed Giant barely steady himself. In that pure clash of flesh, he had held no advantage and had even been wounded by Ye Xiwen.
Before he could react, Ye Xiwen let out a thunderous roar. A longsword appeared in his hand, tearing a golden tidal wave through the sky. In an instant, it charged before the Hundred-Eyed Giant, like an Ancient Divine Mountain crashing down naked and bare. Everywhere the sword radiance passed turned to nothingness, while chaotic mist coiled around it.
Wind-Thunder Force suddenly flashed through the Hundred-Eyed Giant's eyes. Ignoring the wound on his hand, he reached into the void. Countless currents of Wind-Thunder Force gathered and condensed into a Bronze long spear—another supreme peerless divine artifact.
Endless lightning storms radiated from that Bronze long spear, shaking the entire