"Brother Qianhe, what did it matter? So what if they discovered us? Could these pieces of trash possibly do anything to me?" Ye Xiwen said carelessly as he stepped forward.
"What arrogant words. Then let me see just how capable you, champion of the Martial Competition Tournament, really are!" Haisi Overlord Ghost could no longer wait and immediately lunged at Ye Xiwen.
Though he said that, the old steward had seen through his intentions almost instantly. He was clearly after the immense wealth Ye Xiwen might possess; everything else was merely an excuse.
He thrust out a massive hand, which transformed into a bloody hand like a cloud of blood, overturning yin and yang as though it would turn the entire world into a realm of crimson. Every finger became a sea of blood, forcibly sweeping people inside.
Countless vengeful souls wailed within the blood seas formed by his fingers. Who knew how many people he had slaughtered, imprisoning their souls and refining their flesh and blood before creating such a horrifying scene?
The blood cloud instantly enveloped Ye Xiwen from head to toe, leaving him no room to retaliate. It was like a scarlet prison, seeking to trap Ye Xiwen within.
Yet Ye Xiwen did not care in the slightest about such a frenzied assault. A mass of Sword Qi in his hand spun wildly before condensing into a longsword.
Clang! Countless sword gleams split off from the longsword, surging into endless Sword Qi that filled the entire void.
The Sword Qi formed a river of swords, possessing a terrifying power beyond ordinary imagination, tearing apart everything that dared stand before Ye Xiwen.
Rip! The sword light instantly tore a huge gash through the giant bloody hand. The boundless blood energy was minced into fragments by the sword light,