The blade edge grew even more terrifying. That young man surnamed Liu had only just stepped into the Xiantian realm, but Ye Xiwen was hardly some veteran Xiantian Expert either. He was not even Xiantian yet, and his use of Xiantian Zhenqi was still rudimentary. Yet as Ye Xiwen grew more adept at wielding Xiantian Zhenqi, his blade became increasingly fearsome.
However, Ye Xiwen understood something else even better. He was not Xiantian, so his recovery ability was far inferior to that young man surnamed Liu's. Although he had converted far more true qi into Xiantian Zhenqi, if this turned into a battle of endurance, once he exhausted his Xiantian Zhenqi, only death awaited him.
And clearly, that young man surnamed Liu knew of Ye Xiwen's sole weakness—a weakness that could barely even be called one. He had made up his mind to drag things out, fighting as he retreated. As for those Zhang Family disciples, he paid them no heed at all. To him, they were merely ants and servants. So long as he could obtain the Blood Origin Fruit, what did it matter if every last one of them died?
Blade qi burst from Ye Xiwen's sword tip, and true qi swept through the air like rolling waves. He had no intention of dragging this battle out.
His blade technique was tyrannical and utterly unreasonable, seizing the initiative strike after strike. Clearly, though both practiced blade techniques, that young man surnamed Liu's understanding of the blade was far inferior to Ye Xiwen's. His blade radiance was like a candle in the wind amid Ye Xiwen's storm-like blade qi, seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment.
"How could you be this powerful?!" The young man surnamed Liu finally could not maintain his cold expression, crying out in shock.