Bang!
Ye Xiwen's hand plunged straight into that blood-filled maw. Then an astonishing scene unfolded: the dragon's head exploded outright, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky. Amid miserable shrieks, it vanished into nothingness, not even leaving behind a Primordial Spirit.
With one strike—just one strike—he had instantly killed a giant dragon at the Peak Sage Realm. No one knew how he had done it. There had not even been the slightest fluctuation of true essence around Ye Xiwen. If they closed their eyes, they could not even sense Ye Xiwen's aura; all they could feel was the dragon's presence everywhere.
Yet with that single blow, Ye Xiwen had blasted that wicked dragon into scraps.
"How the hell did he do that?!"
Many people widened their eyes, seemingly trying to see exactly what divine ability Ye Xiwen had used. Yet no matter how they looked, they simply could not tell what martial art or divine ability he had employed.
"He merely reached out casually, yet he dismembered a divine lord at the Peak Sage Realm! Who the fuck said he had no fighting power? Who the fuck said he was easy to deal with?!"
Many immediately began swearing furiously. Unable to detect even the slightest trace of anything else, this was the only conclusion they could reach.
Ye Xiwen instantly filled them with boundless dread. Who the fuck had said Ye Xiwen was easy to handle?
The middle-aged man of the Celestial Clan retreated again and again, staring at Ye Xiwen with uncertainty. But Ye Xiwen had no intention of paying him any attention. He merely walked forward step by step, continuing on his way, as though still immersed in the ocean of his Great Dao, beyond anyone's ability to awaken.
Dressed in a robe of green,