Swords and halberds clashed, spraying sparks in every direction. Any one of those sparks could have ignited an entire world—terrifying beyond measure.
"Compared to last time, your cultivation..." Eagle Horn Emperor Lord's face revealed a trace of shock.
"Compared to last time, I'm stronger, aren't I?" Ye Xiwen sneered. Naturally, he knew what Eagle Horn Emperor Lord had wanted to say.
More than three years was enough for an ordinary mortal to undergo a magnificent transformation.
But for Emperor Lords like them, it was no more than the time it took to take a nap. Yet Ye Xiwen had changed so greatly.
The previous Ye Xiwen had already been strong enough. Even when Eagle Horn Emperor Lord had attacked with his full strength, Ye Xiwen had still managed to retreat unscathed.
That was why he had prepared this spatial barrier—to prevent Ye Xiwen from slipping through his fingers again.
Yet now, Ye Xiwen utterly refused to play by the rules. He had no intention of retreating at all, and his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds in such a short time.
He was an Emperor Lord, and he had already entered the Ninth Stage. How could his cultivation possibly improve so drastically in such a short time?
Could it be that he had encountered some astonishing fortuitous opportunity during this period?
At that thought, envy, jealousy, and hatred flashed through his eyes. For Emperor Lords, ordinary encounters could not be considered fortuitous opportunities at all.
Moreover, an opportunity capable of raising one's cultivation to such a degree in so little time could not possibly be minor. It had to be a heaven-shaking opportunity.
Ye Xiwen had already obtained a King Tier Dragon Vein, and now his cultivation had surged again in a short span of time. How could Eagle