This strike was invincible wherever it went, its momentum undiminished as it cleaved straight toward the young man's head.
The young man tried to struggle, only to discover in shock that the sword momentum had intimidated him so thoroughly that he could not move at all. This was simply impossible.
For one person's aura to suppress another, their cultivation had to surpass the other's by far. Yet he was a dignified God King, and he had actually been suppressed by another God King's aura. This was utter fantasy; it could never happen.
Even if it did happen, it should have been the other way around—his aura should have rendered the other party unable to dodge. That would have been the most reasonable outcome.
"Th-this sword momentum... Sovereign Sword Intent! Are you from the Sovereign Dynasty?" The young man said in extreme terror, immediately identifying the origin of this sword intent.
For Imperial Sons like them, they could not be said to know the martial arts of other dynasties like the backs of their hands, but they were certainly very familiar with the Sovereign Sword Intent left behind by the Chief Sovereign Emperor Lord. Or rather, this was not particularly difficult in itself.
Yet even though he had realized it, it was useless. Ye Xiwen's sword still fell in an instant.
Splat!
His physical body was like paper mache, easily torn in half before exploding into a sky full of bloody mist.
With just this one sword, a God King had been slain alive.
One sword. Only one sword.
All the Imperial Sons and Princesses of the Heavenly Race were completely dumbfounded. They had never imagined that such a thing could happen.
Among them, that young man had been considered exceptionally powerful. Otherwise, he could not have become their leader. Yet