Counterattack!

Having stepped into the Great Saint Completion Stage, Ye Xiwen felt neither sorrow nor joy. To him, this had been only natural. He could have entered the Great Saint Completion Stage three years ago, but he had forcibly delayed it for three whole years in order to build up sufficient reserves.

Had he broken through three years ago, his current combat strength could never have rivaled that of the Half-Step Transcendent Realm. But after accumulating strength for three full years, especially on such a fiercely contested battlefield, his combat power had exploded beyond measure. It could no longer be judged by his own cultivation realm.

Yet before he could rejoice, a spear shot out from the void, shattering the sky with incomparable brilliance as it charged straight at Ye Xiwen. The timing was exquisite. It had come to assassinate him at the very instant of his breakthrough, when Ye Xiwen should have been at his most exhausted and least guarded.

One could well imagine how accurately this person had grasped the opportunity. Who knew whether he had fought hundreds of battles, or thousands.

But he had miscalculated Ye Xiwen. On such a dangerous battlefield, even while breaking through, Ye Xiwen would never drop all his guard. It was his habit. He had broken through in battle more than once; cruel reality had taught him that.

Moreover, he had long been accustomed to dividing his attention between two tasks. Trying to launch a surprise attack on him at such a moment was simply impossible.

In that instant, golden divinity crawled across Ye Xiwen's skin, surging like waves and blooming with boundless radiance beneath the sunlight.

Ye Xiwen spread his hands, curled his five fingers into fists, and threw a punch at the spear.

Clang! The sound of clashing gold and iron