Blood Emperor Linglong's desperate struggle was precisely what he wanted. Others feared fighting to mutual ruin only for someone else to reap the fisherman's profit, but he did not. The more fiercely Blood Emperor Linglong resisted, the greater the benefits Ye Xiwen gained.
Thus, faced with Blood Emperor Linglong fighting for his life, Ye Xiwen not only did not retreat, but struck back with an even more brutal fighting style.
Ever since Ye Xiwen stepped into the Ninth Stage, he had not rested on his laurels. Under the pressure of reality, his desire to enter the Heavenly Venerable realm had instead grown even stronger. His next step was the Heavenly Venerable realm. He spared no effort in doing anything that could help him break into it.
One side wanted to stake his life, while the other wanted to sharpen his blade. Both possessed incomparably firm resolve, and rather than diminishing, their battle only grew fiercer as time passed.
"Haha, well done!"
The more Ye Xiwen fought, the more exhilarated he became, crying out in praise again and again. In his eyes, such a great battle naturally brought enormous benefits.
But Blood Emperor Linglong was utterly shocked. Ye Xiwen's strength had completely exceeded his expectations, to say nothing of his countless and varied methods. Sword techniques, fist techniques, hand seals—there was scarcely any repetition. Such a person had nearly surpassed the ranks of Imperial Sovereigns.
He was on the verge of collapse. Why had such a person not yet entered the Heavenly Venerable realm? He had always considered himself the pinnacle among Imperial Sovereigns, the best of the best. Yet now, he understood that he had been wrong.
There were actually people capable of breaking through even the limits of someone like him, rewriting the limits of Imperial Sovereigns.
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