Success Snatched from the Jaws of Failure

That monster-like man had been injured...

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air as they watched the scene before them. In their hearts, Ye Xiwen, with the cultivation of a Half-step Great Saint, had fought a Great Saint in a frenzy. He was practically a demon god—an outright monster.

But now, this monster had been injured. He had actually been injured. To them, if this was not a myth, what was?

No one knew when the scales of victory in their hearts had ceased tilting toward Gongyang Yongfeng and instead turned toward Ye Xiwen. Though Ye Xiwen was not a Great Saint, did that matter?

Who had ever seen a Half-step Great Saint suppressing a Great Saint and beating him? Yet Ye Xiwen could do it. Thus, they could not help but secretly favor Ye Xiwen. More importantly, anyone could see that Ye Xiwen's blood and vitality were abundant, and he was at the very peak of his condition. Meanwhile, Gongyang Yongfeng's blood and vitality diminished with every bit he used; sooner or later, he would die from exhaustion.

But now Ye Xiwen had actually been injured, and the situation seemed to have completely reversed. Gongyang Yongfeng, who had found it difficult to harm Ye Xiwen no matter how he fought, had pierced Ye Xiwen's flesh-covered palm the moment he struck. Their emotions were like riding a roller coaster—one moment in heaven, the next in hell.

"Today, I will surely sever your Dao bones and leave you dead without a burial ground, grind your bones to dust, and scatter your ashes!" Gongyang Yongfeng's voice seemed to come from hell itself—cold, merciless, and cruel. This was his final battle. Win or lose, he would die, so there was no expression on his face. In an instant, his state of mind