The purple-haired middle-aged man was sent flying by a single punch, feeling as though every bone in his body were about to fall apart.
He had never imagined that Ye Xiwen's punch could wield such terrifying power.
Even among body cultivators, this was fearsomely powerful!
For true body cultivators, there was the concept of one punch shattering ten thousand techniques. Above heaven and below earth, no heavenly treasure or Godly Weapon was more dependable than one's own pair of fists.
The moment they exchanged blows, he had realized that he was probably no match for Ye Xiwen. He already regretted attacking over the Yimu Azure Dragon—or rather, regretted acting so rashly.
Originally, he had merely not wanted the Yimu Azure Dragon to fall into the hands of other Celestials, which was why he had refused to let anyone else interfere.
But now, it seemed he had miscalculated. He should have sought out others to join forces with him; only then would he have stood a chance.
Yet there was no point thinking about that now, because Ye Xiwen's next wave of attacks had already come rushing at him.
Soaring high into the air, Ye Xiwen stomped down with one foot. It grew larger and larger, like an Ancient Divine Mountain crashing down with brutal force.
"Bang!"
The purple-haired middle-aged man had no time to resist. With that single stomp, his fleshly body was crushed into pieces, bone fragments scattering and blood spraying everywhere.
A dignified Celestial had been trampled to pieces before countless watching eyes.
"So strong!"
Within Seven Absolutes City, countless Emperors and Celestials stared wide-eyed. Ye Xiwen clearly appeared to possess only Fifth Stage cultivation, yet the strength he displayed utterly crushed the purple-haired middle-aged man, who was also at the Fifth Stage.
Though both were in the