"Crack, crack!"
A teeth-grinding sound of breaking came from the Phoenix Wing Golden Mace. Cracks had actually been punched into it, and as time passed, those cracks grew larger and larger. Centered on the point Ye Xiwen had struck, they spread in every direction like a spiderweb.
The other Emperor Lords felt as though they were about to piss themselves. Resisting a top-tier Dao Artifact barehanded was terrifying enough, but now he even possessed the ability to directly shatter one.
One had to know that even when using Dao Artifacts against one another, it was exceedingly difficult to destroy the other party's artifact—let alone doing it barehanded.
"Is he really some kind of monster?"
Many people could not help drawing in sharp breaths, then swallowing hard. Thinking over all the supreme beings they knew who specialized in cultivating the fleshly body, none seemed capable of such overwhelming might. Unless it was an existence at the level of a Celestial Venerable, perhaps.
Heavenly Wing Emperor Lord retreated again and again, his body continually driven backward by Ye Xiwen's blows. Every heavy strike sent him flying back, yet he had no way to counterattack. He could only defend with all his strength, using the Phoenix Wing Golden Mace as a shield.
Even though the Phoenix Wing Golden Mace absorbed more than half the force, his entire arm had still gone completely numb. With every shockwave, it felt as though his whole arm were about to burst apart.
After all, the Phoenix Wing Golden Mace was not a Dao Artifact specifically made for defense. It could not completely neutralize Ye Xiwen's monstrous strength.
And for Ye Xiwen to achieve such a result through his own strength alone made Heavenly Wing Emperor Lord utterly aghast. Regret had already arisen in his heart—not regret for