After taking two consecutive blows from the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor, Ye Xiwen understood that, to fulfill his boast of taking Ye Xiwen down within three moves, the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor would inevitably go all out. Therefore, Ye Xiwen would never give him the chance to truly land the third move on him.
The Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor's aura spread outward, growing several times more terrifying in an instant. His gaze burst forth, and the Phoenix Wing Golden Mace in his hand formed a dreadful pressure that swept out and cleaved straight down toward Ye Xiwen.
Ye Xiwen, too, refused to be outdone. His aura rose to its peak, climbing inch by inch. Though he was not a Celestial Venerable, the aura he unleashed at full strength was like a small sun, illuminating the entire heavens so brightly that no one could look directly at it.
The two were like twin suns, rising one after another in the sky.
Over these years, Ye Xiwen had constantly been deducing and seeking ways to improve his own combat power, calculating the most suitable moment to strike. At last, he had waited for it. From the very beginning of the battle, he had been preparing, preparing for this most crucial moment.
This was when the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor unleashed his third strike. It was when his attack power was at its most formidable, but likewise, when his defenses were at their weakest. And this was precisely Ye Xiwen's moment to strike.
"Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor, accept this feast I've prepared especially for you over all these years!"
Behind Ye Xiwen, an incomparably massive altar rose up. Then, a gap suddenly opened atop the altar, and a terrifying ripple of sword intent spread out from within. In almost an instant, it seemed