Boom!
The two sides collided head-on. Their clash surpassed the speed of light, throwing time into instant disorder as vast stretches of space collapsed.
Rumble!
Endless explosions followed.
Pfft!
Yet to everyone's surprise, in that swift and violent collision, the first to fail was actually the Lord of the Distant Shore.
The Lord of the Distant Shore spat out a mouthful of old blood. His injuries had only been forcibly suppressed to begin with, and the impact of that clash directly detonated them. Even with his cultivation, he could not hold them down, and blood poured from his mouth.
Every drop of that blood seemed capable of blasting heaven and earth apart.
Thud, thud, thud!
The Lord of the Distant Shore staggered back several steps before barely steadying himself. Wiping the blood from his lips, he stared ahead with disbelief in his eyes, as though he had seen a ghost.
In that clash just now, he had actually been completely suppressed. To him, it was simply the most unbelievable miracle.
His previous battle with Ye Xiwen had not been hundreds or thousands of years ago. Only a short while had passed, yet Ye Xiwen had already improved to such a terrifying extent.
He had gone from a peak low martial realm cultivator who could only protect himself against him to someone in the Sixth Stage who could severely wound him with a casual strike.
"You've actually entered the Sixth Stage? How is that possible?!"
The Lord of the Distant Shore had clearly not expected this. It was utterly beyond the bounds of common sense. For any Emperor to break through an entire major realm, it was impossible to accomplish in a short time. Even cultivating in seclusion somewhere utterly safe would require an extremely long time.
How could Ye Xiwen