Back then, he had secretly sworn that one day, sooner or later, he would make the North Mountain Clan Leader pay the price for everything he had done!
"This is my first time discovering that controlling someone else's life and death can be such an interesting thing!" Ye Xiwen chuckled darkly and brought his blade down once more.
Boom!
The entire mountaintop seemed about to be blasted apart. It was already in ruins, and this mountain ridge, formed over who knew how many tens of thousands of years, was shattered into rubble. That was only because Ye Xiwen had not spread the range of his Sword Qi, instead directing most of it at Bei Shanling. Otherwise, he would have died long ago.
"You're insane!" Bei Shanling said, coughing blood. After taking several of Ye Xiwen's blows, even with the Seven-Colored Divine Garment protecting him, he had still been severely wounded. He no longer even had the strength to move.
At this moment, Ye Xiwen's smile looked like that of a demon in his eyes. Yet he would never understand that, in the eyes of those who had died miserably at his hands, his own smile had not been any better than Ye Xiwen's was today!
But his mind was perfectly clear. Hearing Ye Xiwen say he would send his father to his death as well, he immediately felt that Ye Xiwen had gone mad. He had to admit that Ye Xiwen was extraordinarily powerful, far surpassing an ordinary Dharma Idol Realm First Heaven expert. But who was his father? He was the North Mountain Clan Leader, the youngest clan leader in history. Though his strength was not the greatest among all the clan leaders through the ages, he had still reached the peak of the Dharma Idol Realm Ninth Heaven.