Watching Ye Xiwen stride away, Demon Lord Luo Hou practically felt that these fellow Demon Lords were all a pack of trash and bastards. They usually looked ruthless and vicious, yet when the time came to truly risk their lives, they actually cowered.
Still, deep down, he could somewhat understand his companions, because Ye Xiwen's astonishing combat strength had startled even him just now.
His highest estimate of Ye Xiwen had only been combat strength comparable to the Sixth Stage, which also matched the strength Ye Xiwen had displayed before.
Yet the strength Ye Xiwen displayed now had once again shattered his understanding and raised its limits. Combat strength comparable to the Sixth Stage and combat strength capable of instantly killing a Sixth Stage expert were fundamentally not the same thing.
The gap between them simply could not be measured by reason.
From the very beginning, Ye Xiwen had continually shattered expectations and pushed the limits, and it was precisely by constantly catching people off guard that he had managed to frighten those Demon Lords.
Otherwise, under normal circumstances, how could that have been possible?
However, Ye Xiwen's endless stream of trump cards still gave him quite a headache. He had seen people with trump cards emerging one after another, but he had never seen anyone whose combat strength rose by a portion every time they revealed one.
Yet precisely because of this, a determination to kill formed in his heart. This person was far too dangerous, and he was a genius Celestial Venerable of the Martial Dao Era, an era currently in its prime. He absolutely could not be allowed to live and had to be killed.
Because after those Ancient Eras underwent the Great Destruction, their Celestial Venerables found it difficult to grow as rapidly as Celestial Venerables