Feng Feiyan completely did not understand what had happened to Xia Yuanba’s body, nor did he understand the concept of the “Tyrannical Emperor’s Divine Veins” which Ye Xinghan had shouted out earlier. But even if he was an idiot, he should still understand how terrifying of an existence this person was to actually frighten Ye Xinghan to such an extent. He took a step back, fiercely raised his energy, and was just about to flee with all his might… But following after, his body shuddered, and his feet did not move a single inch.
Because at that moment, he could feel his body suddenly being tightly locked onto by an indescribable large aura. A boundless, overbearing, and extremely heavy pressure, as though tens of thousands of mountains all mashed together, was ruthlessly pressing down onto his body, restraining a mighty level eight Overlord like him to the point where he couldn’t even move… He sensed that this colossal power had even completely sealed the surrounding space, sky and earth.
What… is this power!?
Impossible… Impossible! He was clearly at the brink of death! He’s clearly a burnt-out candle, a mid-stage Overlord who was beaten till he was half-dead! How could he possess such a powerful aura… How could such a thing happen!?
Endless shock and fear filled Feng Feiyan’s soul. No matter how much he crazily circulated the profound energy in his entire body, he was unable to move even the slightest inch… That feeling, was as though he was nailed to a metal frame, a convict who could die at any moment! He could only continue to widen his horrified eyes as he looked Xia Yuanba, whose entire body was golden in color. His pupils would occasionally expand, and occasionally shrink.
The painful expression on Xia Yuanba’s face had completely disappeared, and what replaced it was complete calm, to the extent where not a single emotion existed. His pair of eyes were completely golden in color, so pure where the existence of the pupils could not even be seen. Slowly, he raised his right fist…