Though they knew Ye Xiwen's strength had reached its limit, they had no other choice. If they could not stop Ye Xiwen, the consequences would simply be unthinkable.
The combat power unleashed by a Peak Celestial Venerable at full strength was truly terrifying. In the Creation Realm, the role a Celestial Venerable played for a race or a faction was beyond imagination. That was precisely why they had no choice but to step forward.
"Martial Venerable, you may indeed be formidable, but you are far too arrogant!" a Celestial Venerable said coldly. Had Ye Xiwen displayed such combat power only moments ago, they would not have dared say this. But now, Ye Xiwen was clearly at the end of his tether; his physical body could explode at any moment.
Striking under these circumstances was not without hope of victory. On the contrary, their chances were considerable. So long as they could drag things past the most critical moment, Ye Xiwen would be dead for certain.
"Arrogant? I was merely stating facts."
Ye Xiwen held a treasured sword in his hand—the very sword that had slain that Celestial Venerable earlier. Yet it was merely a sword condensed from sword Dao laws, not a true sword.
His long hair draped over his shoulders, and an indescribable majesty radiated from his entire body.
The calmer he appeared, the more he resembled an unerupted volcano, with violent power gestating within, ready to explode at any moment.
The instant Ye Xiwen finished speaking, his figure vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already before an Outer Domain Celestial Venerable.
It was teleportation. In what was nearly an instant, the entire river of stars shattered. The starry sky blazed in utmost splendor, then swiftly dimmed once more.
By then, Ye Xiwen had arrived