Annihilated

That was a terrifying power beyond all comparison, surging and boiling within it, as though it had truly borrowed this strength from some unknown place. Could that be the Immortal Realm?

Ye Xiwen had never expected the Feather Transformation Divine Fist to produce such an effect once refined to its ultimate extent. As expected of the ultimate art kept in reserve by the Feather Transformation Church, which ruled over an entire great world. Anyone else facing such a situation would surely have been walking straight into a dead end.

Beyond that gateway, there seemed to truly be an Immortal Realm. Waves of inscrutable energy seeped out from within, while stern shouts rang forth, as if immortals of the Immortal Realm were rebuking Ye Xiwen.

"Bold Ye Xiwen, why do you not kneel? Are you trying to offend Heaven's visage?"

"Ye Xiwen, your crimes are enough to send you to the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Why do you not awaken to your errors at once?"

The fighting spirit in Ye Xiwen's eyes grew even fiercer. What immortals? They wanted him to admit his guilt? What a colossal joke. So what if a true Daluo Golden Immortal descended? My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's. If gods block me, I will slay gods; if Buddhas block me, I will slay Buddhas. If Heaven stands in my way, then I will shatter Heaven.

Ye Xiwen's aura grew ever more profound. The blood-colored aura mixed within it became increasingly terrifying, while the Heavenly Origin Mirror's power began to boil within his heart. Behind him appeared a peerless blood-colored devil, its very birth bringing monstrous ferocity that soared to the heavens. It was Ye Mo's incarnation.

That gateway drew closer and closer, pressing down upon him. From within it flew countless immortals, each forming