Even in Mister Ghost's perception, many of Ye Xiwen's Three Thousand Martial Daos had already risen to the level of Heavenly Lord martial arts. Quite a few had even reached a level of understanding that illuminated all ages. This was what he utterly could not comprehend.
Before setting this trap, he had investigated Ye Xiwen. Though they came from different eras, the Demonic Path Era's intelligence network could still obtain some basic information about Ye Xiwen. The more he learned, the more formidable he found Ye Xiwen to be. Yet in his view, Ye Xiwen must have taken a crooked path, or his cultivation could not have grown so quickly.
Yet only after truly exchanging blows did he discover that Ye Xiwen had not taken a crooked path at all. The solidity of his foundation was something rarely seen since time immemorial. At the very least, he had never seen anyone who could be mentioned in the same breath as him.
But it was precisely because of this that he could not understand why Ye Xiwen's cultivation could rise with lightning speed while his foundation remained so deep and firm, while he walked the broad and upright great path.
This simply defied all reason. There had to be some secret hidden within!
Every Heavenly Lord had their own secrets, but he had never seen anyone whose secrets were as deeply concealed as Ye Xiwen's, or whose mysteries were as unfathomable as Ye Xiwen's.
Yet at this moment, he clearly had no chance to investigate any of that further, because Ye Xiwen's next wave of attacks had arrived. After his ghostly shadow was shattered by Ye Xiwen in a single stroke, how could he possibly retaliate? Even his true body had suffered grievous injuries.
He could only watch helplessly as Ye