The sword stopped three inches before the veteran Celestial Venerable's face. Its Sword Qi halted abruptly, advancing not a fraction further, controlled down to the finest hair.
Had it moved forward even slightly, it could have blown apart the veteran Celestial Venerable's head.
It had taken only an instant!
Victory and defeat had already been decided!
The veteran Celestial Venerable immediately felt cold sweat pouring down his back. If that sword had advanced a little farther, he truly felt as though his head would explode.
In an instant, he understood the gap between himself and Ye Xiwen. The difference was simply too great—whether in speed, strength, or technique, he fell far too short.
"He clearly hasn't entered the Ninth Stage yet. How can he be this strong?!"
He could still sense that Ye Xiwen had not entered the Ninth Stage, yet Ye Xiwen was already this powerful—and had not even used the trump card that enhanced his strength.
How could this be?
Only now did he realize that he seemed to have become disconnected from the information he was supposed to have received!
"I concede."
Ye Xiwen merely spoke faintly.
The veteran Celestial Venerable snorted coldly and could only turn around and leave the chaos, returning to the Celestial Venerable Hall. At this moment, he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it. He had spoken so confidently before, believing himself capable of challenging Ye Xiwen, yet Ye Xiwen had crushed him head-on without spending much time at all.
With absolute strength, Ye Xiwen had shown him just how laughable his wishful thinking was.
"Are there any fellow Daoists who would like to come up and offer guidance?" Ye Xiwen stood motionless within the chaos, his gaze sweeping over the Celestial Venerable Assembly as he