Ye Xiwen extended two fingers and froze Bai Daozi's astonishing strike. Just two fingers.
"If that sword had been outside, it could have split all of Celestial Peak Island in half. Even after its power was suppressed by the barrier, that strike was still unimaginably terrifying—yet he caught it between two fingers!"
"Is this the might of a true Emperor Lord?"
"As expected, the gap between Emperor Lords and Quasi-Emperors is simply too vast!"
Bai Daozi's expression changed at once. The man before him was truly terrifying. He had confirmed it now: this was indeed an Emperor Lord, and not one who had only just attained the Emperor Lord Realm. Even among Emperor Lords, he was likely not at the bottom.
No wonder the other party had come despite knowing he had laid down a heavenly net. In an Emperor Lord's eyes, what did it matter how many Quasi-Emperors came? They were merely a swarm of ants.
If not for the Taiyue Sword on him, he would not even have been qualified to fight this man. Like the others, he would have been casually beaten into ashes.
"I had not wished to begin a massacre, but now things are no longer up to me," Ye Xiwen said slowly.
This had always been the principle by which he acted in life: do not provoke trouble, but do not fear it either. It had even become part of his Dao.
Since they had already provoked him, there was nothing left to fear.
Nor did he believe the Heavenly Dao Teachings would let this matter go lightly. Only after they had suffered enough, becoming wary of breaking the rat's vessel for fear of the rat inside, would that be possible.
Back then, he had forced Emperor Lord inheritances such as the Primordial Demon