With a single sword strike, Ye Xiwen shattered the Asura Saint Emperor's offensive, nearly cleaving the sky in two. The terrifying torrent it unleashed even greatly startled the Asura Saint Emperor, forcing him to retreat again and again before he barely avoided Ye Xiwen's attack.
"Damn it!" The Asura Saint Emperor's expression was exceedingly ugly. In such a short time, the strength Ye Xiwen displayed seemed as though he had become an entirely different person, surging madly once more.
"Impossible! How could your recovery speed possibly match the power I gained through sacrifice?"
He simply could not believe it, but there was no time for further thought. He had only one idea left: stall for enough time until the other experts of the Heavenly Dao Teachings arrived. Otherwise, today might truly be the day of death for him, who had roamed unchallenged for countless years.
At the same time, countless Fist Dao talismans emerged behind him. In that instant, they fully condensed together, forming a vibrating, slicing, razor-sharp rune that sought to pulverize everything.
At this moment, his power had truly risen to its limit, even soaring to combat strength that only the Second Stage could possess. This sacrificial secret art was indeed formidable, capable of allowing even an Emperor to wield strength beyond their limits.
"I refuse to believe you can still block an attack like this!" the Asura Saint Emperor roared, throwing out a punch wrapped in countless Fist Dao talismans that formed a heaven-surging tidal wave.
Ye Xiwen's expression did not change. He directly struck down with one hand, forming a seal. In an instant, this seal seemed to create the imposing momentum of the Martial Emperor descending upon the four directions, suppressing the eight quarters. At this moment, every martial path was brought under his command,