Even Hunyuan Emperor Lord's Primordial Spirit, powerful enough to cross the vast river of the Great Dao on its own, could not withstand Ye Xiwen's punch. How could ordinary winds and waves of the Great Dao compare to Ye Xiwen's full-force strike?
"Hunyuan Emperor Lord is dead... Hunyuan Emperor Lord is dead..." Many people stared wide-eyed. Although Ye Xiwen had already shown such signs and tendencies when he killed Innocent Saint Venerable, when they truly saw Hunyuan Emperor Lord die by Ye Xiwen's hand, they still felt the sorrow of a rabbit's death stirring grief in the fox.
Had the younger generation truly become this powerful and terrifying?
With one punch, he annihilated Hunyuan Emperor Lord's Primordial Spirit. Ye Xiwen reached out and seized the rain of blood scattered from his body into his Inner World. Very quickly, it re-formed into Hunyuan Emperor Lord's appearance, but without a Primordial Spirit, it was now merely a corpse.
He floated in the sky, his expression unchanged, yet he finally let out a breath of relief inwardly. His archenemy of tens of thousands of years had finally been dealt with in a single day.
Within his state of mind, the huge stone that had been pressing heavily upon his heart vanished without a trace. The shadow was gone. Though he had never said anything, Hunyuan Emperor Lord's might had nevertheless placed immense psychological pressure upon him.
Now, that pressure had been swept away, no longer able to become a shadow in his heart. It even gave his cultivation realm faint signs of breaking through.
"Am I about to break through to the Third Stage? It seems it truly will not take much longer!" A trace of delight appeared on Ye Xiwen's face. He had originally thought he would need to rely on Tribulation