The place where Ye Xiwen had been standing was utterly reduced to nothingness. In utter silence, it vanished into oblivion. Everything had been annihilated—even sound perished along with it—so not the slightest trace spread out.
This was an exceedingly terrifying method of attack!
Ye Xiwen had not even heard him make a move. Only an extreme sense of danger had driven him to shift with all his strength, allowing him to escape in the end.
A Celestial Venerable's attack was indeed extraordinary. Fortunately, this was not Ye Xiwen's first time dealing with a Celestial Venerable. He had previously escaped from Pan Tian Celestial Venerable's hands, and later killed Hunyuan Emperor Lord's incarnation. All told, they had clashed several times, so he was not wholly ignorant.
That was why he had received such an alarm from that extreme sense of danger today. Yet even so, the sudden attack from this Celestial Venerable still broke him out in a cold sweat.
Everyone fell silent at once. Ye Xiwen, who had been so imposing just moments ago, had been forced back by a single finger. Yet this kind of attack was merely the beginning.
Immediately afterward, with a speed faster than one could cover one's ears, another finger descended and pressed viciously toward Ye Xiwen.
There was no actual technique involved. It was merely a simple finger pressing down, yet it carried immense power. What rules, what laws—before this strike, they were nothing at all, beyond description.
Ye Xiwen could even sense the contempt within it. He was not taken seriously in the slightest. One finger was enough to poke you to death—what could you do about it?
That was roughly the meaning.
It was the lofty pride of a Celestial Venerable, pride that simply did not regard Emperor Lords as worthy of