Ye Xiwen opened his eyes. True essence gathered within them, flashing brightly in an instant, and he immediately saw through the stream of light—it was a stalk of Celestial Pivot Longevity Grass.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Xiwen formed a massive hand of condensed energy and seized the Celestial Pivot Longevity Grass directly.
A burst of clamor came from behind him.
"Chase him! We have to catch up! Damn it!"
That voice was all too familiar—it was the Poison Prince. Sure enough, moments later, the furious Poison Prince caught up. His usual poise was gone, replaced only by an exasperated expression.
He had suffered a shipwreck in a gutter, and the cooked duck had flown away. This string of blows left him fuming, with no mind left for maintaining his dignity.
"Who dares steal my Celestial Pivot Longevity Grass?!" A furious roar came from afar, piercing the heavens. The sound transformed into waves that instantly crushed down upon them.
Ye Xiwen snorted coldly, and the incoming sound waves dissolved into nothingness at once.
The martial artists of the various races following behind the Poison Prince were immediately stunned. Who had swallowed the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, daring to steal the Poison Prince's belongings? Was he tired of living?
If, before this, they had only held a legendary impression of these younger-generation prodigies, then that previous exchange had completely overturned their understanding. These young experts had likely become unimaginably powerful.
At this point, even a Transcendent Realm Ninth Heaven expert provoking these people seemed like a path straight to death.
And now, someone actually dared to seize the Celestial Pivot Longevity Grass. Was that not seeking death? Even these people had only followed along to watch the spectacle; none of them had intended to snatch