Bian Rang had just called them a bunch of trash, and now Ye Xiwen said he would be like them. Wasn't that a veiled jab? No, it was an outright declaration that Bian Rang was trash.
"Hmph!" Bian Rang snorted coldly, his figure shooting out like lightning. With a furious roar, the long spear in his hand lunged straight at Ye Xiwen's face. His attack was ruthless, with no intention of holding back.
He was so fast that, in the blink of an eye, many people saw Bian Rang already charging before Ye Xiwen.
The spear spun wildly like an electric drill, carrying an incomparably sharp surge of true essence as it shot forth like lightning.
Ye Xiwen seemed as though he had not reacted at all, simply watching the spear rush toward him.
A wave of startled cries immediately rose from below. The human experts in particular tensed up at once, fearing that Ye Xiwen would be slain on the spot. No matter what, Ye Xiwen was still one of their human experts.
"Bian Rang is so fast, and his strength is so formidable!" someone exclaimed.
"Yeah, no one had ever heard that Bian Rang possessed such strength before!"
"Isn't it only because he rode on his elder brother's coattails? Thanks to Bian Yun, he stood out from the crowd and became a Half-Step Dharma Idol Realm Early Stage expert. Now that Bian Yun is away, this place is under his guard. Of course he gets to throw his weight around!"
Seeing Ye Xiwen seemingly unable to react, Bian Rang finally sneered. "Overestimating yourself. You don't know whether you live or die!"
His hand sank, and the spear charged toward Ye Xiwen's face with even fiercer, unmatched force, intending to pierce straight through his head.
Though Bian Rang was