Time ticked by, second after second. More than an hour passed in a flash, yet Ye Qingxuan still stood firm on the battlefield like an unshakable mountain, showing no sign of falling.
Over that long stretch, quite a few Heavenly Prodigies who thought highly of themselves had been wounded and driven back in their fierce clashes with Ye Qingxuan.
They had thought they could defeat him easily, never imagining that his strength would be so unfathomable, far beyond anything they had expected.
Wu Bao and Huang Fu were among them, drenched in blood as they struggled back to the rear to recover.
Their battle with Ye Qingxuan just now had been heart-stopping. They had come within a hair of killing him.
Yet that tiny gap had ultimately brought all their efforts to nothing.
By now, Ye Qingxuan's eyes had gone red with bloodlust, and he radiated a chilling killing intent.
Wave after wave of Heavenly Prodigies surged forward like the tide, trying to wear him down with a revolving assault, only to be crushed one after another by his overwhelming combat strength!
Ye Qingxuan's terrifying power not only left the spectators gaping, but also stirred up an enormous uproar.
The women in particular could not tear their eyes away from his bronze muscles. Some had even begun swooning helplessly, practically drooling as they watched him.
In this age of immortal cultivation, strength was everything. As long as Ye Qingxuan was powerful enough, who would care about anything he had done before?
After all, in this world where the weak were meat for the strong, only the powerful could survive.
Ye Qingxuan grew fiercer the longer he fought, as though the Spiritual Power within him were boundless and could never run dry.
Every attack carried astonishing power, and every defense