In his eyes, Ye Xiwen posed no threat. The one who truly threatened him was this young man in splendid robes.
To him, Ye Xiwen was no more than a nobody. The man before him was not only strong enough, but also had a background that forced even a Half-Step Dharma Idol Realm peak expert like him to humble himself.
That young man did not put Ye Xiwen in his eyes at all. He flew straight toward Ye Qianqian, spreading one massive hand to seize her, utterly disregarding Ye Xiwen beside her.
A lewd gleam flashed through his eyes.
Facing the splendid-robed young man charging to kill her, Ye Qianqian merely remained calm, as though she was completely unmoved. Especially the way she looked at him—it was as if she were looking at a dead man, as though she had already seen through everything.
At that moment, Ye Xiwen made his move. With a sweep of his hand, he slashed out a sword of light. Incomparably terrifying sword dao condensed within it, transforming into a massive sword formed of sword intent as it cleaved down from the sky.
"Crash, crash, crash!"
Terrifying waves of blood qi churned as they directly slashed down upon that enormous finger.
"Boom!" With an incomparably terrifying explosion, that massive hand was blown apart in midair. The sharp sword radiance even followed the gaseous hand and nearly cut into the splendid-robed young man himself.
"Damn it!" The splendid-robed young man's expression changed drastically. Caught completely off guard just now, he had nearly had one of his hands severed by Ye Xiwen.
"Who are you? You actually dare attack me!" The splendid-robed young man glared coldly at Ye Xiwen.
"And who are you?" Ye Xiwen asked slowly.
"Hmph, my name is Nie Feibai. In the future, I