Everyone felt a faint chill of fear. Those were not cabbages by the roadside, cut down in swathes—they were Dharma Idol Realm experts, beings who could stir the clouds and overturn the rain in the Yunxing Sea Territory, holding power over an entire region. Yet they had died as easily as anonymous passersby.
They could even readily call out those people's names and recount their once-glorious achievements. They had all been young geniuses who dominated their era and shook an entire region, later becoming rulers of the Yunxing Sea Territory. Yet now, they had died at Ye Xiwen's hands.
Perhaps he did not even know their names, nor had he ever thought to know them!
Every slash Ye Xiwen unleashed inflicted tremendous damage. Hardly a single stroke missed. It was terrifying beyond measure. His blade intent swept forth, peerlessly domineering, as though an ancient overlord were campaigning across the battlefield, unstoppable wherever he went.
By this point, the battle could already be described as brutal. Yet neither side retreated from this fight to the death. The experts of the Shadowfang Poison Crocodile Clan and the Poisonflame Dragon Clan had long harbored murderous intent. They had to kill Ye Xiwen. If they failed to do so, then with his horrifying rate of growth, it might not be long before he became a colossal being they could never contend with. When that time came, it would be their true doomsday.
Ye Xiwen was already this terrifying now. If he were given another ten years, a hundred years, just how far would he grow? Right now, they could still fight him bloodily and kill him. But after a few more years, they would not even be qualified to appear before him.
Perhaps by then, for Ye Xiwen to crush them to death would