"How could he be this strong?!"
The Heavenly Wing Emperor Lord was blasted away, still unable to believe it. His arm trembled violently. The force of that single punch had reached the limit of the Great Dao. Ye Xiwen had merely risen to the same realm as him, yet his strength had leaped to such an extent—it was simply earth-shattering.
Just how profound a foundation had he accumulated within the Eighth Stage?
It was not uncommon for an Emperor Lord to build up sufficient foundations in a certain realm, then rise in one breath and become invincible in the next realm.
Although cultivation in the Emperor Lord Realm was always drawn out, there were always people who secluded themselves within a single realm for millions, tens of millions of years, or even longer.
Yet as far as he knew, Ye Xiwen had not even spent ten thousand years since entering the Ninth Stage, much less millions or tens of millions of years.
In merely several thousand years, what opportunities had he obtained to make his accumulation so deep?
No wonder he had been able to contend with him with only one foot in the Ninth Stage. Back then, he had never imagined that after Ye Xiwen entered the Ninth Stage, his strength would rise to such a terrifying degree.
At that moment, he suddenly recalled what Ye Xiwen had said before: at the same Ninth Stage, Ye Xiwen could beat him down. Originally, he had completely scoffed at such words, but now he discovered that whether he wished to believe it or not, he had no choice but to believe.
The burly old man nearby and the many Imperial-level beings were all dumbstruck. He had merely entered the Ninth Stage, yet this was far too outrageous—he had sent the Heavenly