With a single strike, Ye Xiwen had grievously wounded him. His peerless cultivation sent everyone into utter terror. They all trembled, wondering just how powerful he had become. Had he truly already become an Emperor?
Only one who had attained the Emperor realm could be so terrifying, grievously wounding a Peak Quasi-Emperor with a single blow. That was a level only an Emperor could achieve.
Even those lofty young supremes held their breaths. Anyone who had not witnessed Ye Xiwen fight with their own eyes could not imagine just how tyrannically powerful he was.
They had originally thought that while Ye Xiwen was strong, he was at most evenly matched with them. They were all Peak Quasi-Emperors—how much worse could one be than another? But now they realized that things were completely different. Though they were both Peak Quasi-Emperors, the gap in their strength might already span heaven and earth.
Some even had a thought rise in their hearts. Could it be that he could contend against an Emperor? Or had he secretly attained the Emperor realm in some hidden realm, with no one else knowing? If that explained things, then everything made sense.
But Ye Xiwen moved even faster afterward. The centipede tried to flee. So long as even a portion of his body escaped, he could be reborn somewhere far away.
Yet Ye Xiwen clearly gave him no such chance. He slapped down with one palm, like a net cast over heaven, trapping him within it.
Then, with a tremendous bang, he was completely reduced to a cloud of blood mist, seized to death alive by Ye Xiwen.
Just like that, a powerful Quasi-Emperor died at Ye Xiwen's hands.
Before anyone could recover their senses, however, an incomparably terrifying force crossed the skies from afar. In but an