The Power of Bloodline

He had actually been blasted apart!

Everyone stared at the scene in stunned silence. Especially the God Army—within their hearts, the First Divine Lord was revered like a god. Yet now, the person they worshipped as a deity had been knocked to the ground. To them, it was as though the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in.

The people of Yi Yuan Sect found it even more unbelievable. They all knew how powerful the First Divine Lord was. He had nearly destroyed the entire Yi Yuan Sect, a towering demon lord of the age, yet Ye Xiwen had beaten him until he could not fight back at all.

"After all these years, Wen'er's strength has advanced to a degree beyond imagining!" Within the layers upon layers of grand formations around Yi Yuan Sect's mountain gate, Lin Zhantian sighed. Several decades had passed, and Ye Xiwen's progress had already surpassed even the point of inspiring amazement.

He was only two hundred years old, yet he now felt like a hero in his twilight years. Compared to Ye Xiwen, people like them had truly been left farther and farther behind.

"Yes. A Great Saint—that was once a realm we could only hear about!" Beside him, Ye Kongming could not help sighing as well. The tension in his heart had vanished without a trace with Ye Xiwen's appearance, replaced by boundless pride. No matter how far Ye Xiwen grew, he was still his son. Though not his biological son, in his heart, Ye Xiwen was no different from one.

"For Yi Yuan Sect to produce such a figure, our ancestors must truly be watching over us!" Lin Zhantian said.

Many of Yi Yuan Sect's higher-ups beside him nodded in agreement. By now, both Lin Zhantian and Ye Kongming had become